For a second, Roth was scared that Tristan would start to think that had he still been in a relationship with Oliver, that ring would be on his finger, but then he realized that he did not need to worry about that. Oliver had not proposed to Tristan in two years, but he had proposed to this guy in two months. Oliver would never have proposed to Tristan because Tristan was not the right man for him, and it’s all about that. Because at that moment, Roth’s perspective about marriage and commitment shifted. The idea of commitment was scary, but the idea of spending an entire lifetime with the man of your desires was utterly beautiful. Roth Dimitri had never imagined himself getting married his whole life, but after having met Tristan Faughn, loving him and has experienced what it was like to be inside him, he realized that he wanted to be able to call this man his husband. Tristan stepped into the bedroom, snapping him out of his thoughts, with only a towel draped loosely around his w
Hello Dear Readers! Thank you for your love and support towards Sex Doctor: Bestfriend Crush Book1.I need you to let me know in the comments box what you think about Roth& Tristan's and what you hope to see as the series Continues.I'm excited to start the Book2 which is going to blow your mind.Prepare for a total rollercoaster, because this second series isn't only going to keep you at the edge of your seat, it would make you vent different kinds of emotion.The Book3 will coming up once I'm done with this series, I hope you continue to support me, encourage me and keeping shipping Roth&Tristan.If you haven't read the Book1, Kindly read it up so you can follow up the story till the end.Don't forget to share, Rate and Drop your comment!let's Go!!***********THE SEX DOCTOR: BOOK2Tristan was sitting on the table in the living room with his head hung between his hands, rubbing the back of his neck, as the laptop laid open before him. His LinkedIn message board filled with messages
Eleanor was now immerse listening, sitting on the revolving with both of her elbows resting on the table before her. She had been so caught up thinking about last night that she had failed to notice that Roth seemed a little off. “Take advantage by kissing the back of their neck with your mouth slightly open, and hum - the nape loves low frequency vibrations! Or dip into your toy drawer for a fingertip vibe and massage their hairline.” “The shaft! Which is kind of a big deal - Pay the most attention to the shaft, ladies, because the internal erectile tissues lie deep beneath the skin's surface, when it comes to how to get your grip on, many guys like the shaft handled pretty firmly. Form a fist around it, moving up and down and adding pressure as you go.” Tristan’s frown had now deepened as he was half an hour into the show. He was now certain that something was off with the sex doctor that day, but the rest of the audience didn’t seem to notice, because they asked questions as per
Eleanor paused for a while - was he listening to the radio show? Did he still listen to the radio show? “Yes,” She quietly affirmed. “Roth is disturbed about something, right?”“No,” Eleanor knitted her eyebrows, “His work is going great, we had sex just last night, why would he be disturbed …” Eleanor realized she had spoken too much the moment that sentence escaped her lips. There was silence on the other end, before Tristan said, his voice on the verge of breaking, “You?”Eleanor shrugged, the cat was already out of the bag, so she said calmly, “Yes, Me and Roth are dating now.” “Oh, okay, good luck,” The hurt in Tristan’s voice melted Eleanor’s heart for him. He was once her best friend, and she knew how much he loved Roth. But, after seeing him that day with another man, she had figured that his feelings for Roth must have gone away. Tristan’s call inquiring about Roth had come as a shock to Eleanor, “Tristan,” Se said softly, “Do you still care about Roth?”The line was qui
Oliver, now directly behind Tristan, lowered his face to the back of Tristan’s neck, close to his ear, and whispered, “Do I have a reason to be jealous of the sex doctor?” Tristan jumped in his seat, turning to face Oliver, his face going white again. Why was Oliver asking this? Oliver straightened up as he saw Tristan’s face. Quickly shaking his head and taking a step backwards with an expression between concern and apology, he said, “I am sorry Tristan, I didn’t know it would scare you. I was trying that thing the sex doctor said earlier - low frequency vibrations on the neck, I am really sorry.”Oliver had not expected Tristan to react like that. Tristan himself had not expected him to react like that, his voice trembling, he asked,”Why did you say that thing about being jealous of the sex doctor?” That title for Roth felt so weird on his tongue after a long time. *******Oliver looked taken aback, “That was a joke. Because you are listening so attentively to him that you forgot
Eleanor clutched at his arm, “Are you mad?” Roth let out a deep sigh, and answered her shortly, “No.”“I know you are. You must be missing Tristan right now because if he was here, you would have your coffee because of course he is the one who cares about you the most,” Her outburst about Tristan took Roth by surprise. He knitted his eyebrows together in confusion, “How did Tristan come into play?”But, she was rambling on, not taking his question into consideration, “He is the one who notices your worry from just your voice, and I have spent every second in the previous 24 hours with you but I can’t tell.”The confused Roth even further, “What?”She stopped for a while before looking into his eyes, “He called me, your girlfriend, today to inform me that something is bothering you. While I was with you, and I had no idea.”Roth’s body went still, as the ghost of his voice escaped his lips, “Tristan called? To tell you that something is bothering me?” That shut Eleanor up, as she inw
Roth was slowly spinning a highball glass while lost in thought as several voices entered his ears, his eyes fixed on the glass. He had way too many glasses in him to distinguish between the voices. The voices of people talking, arguing over sports, complaining about work or spouses, their laughter, the clink of ice in a highball drink as it was stirred, the murmur of low voices from people on a nearby table who don't want to be overheard, barstools being dragged, loud noises of a game or fight on the TV, music from a radio, the glug of beer in a bottle, dollar bills rustling, the thump of a bottles and glasses on the bar, the squeak of door hinges opening and closing, rattling air in the tubes when a keg went dry, the whir of a blender, and people’s roar of excitement or dismay at the sporting event on the TV all seemed to blur into one buzz. When Roth had arrived at the bar, he had not thought it through. What he had forgotten was that it was his first time being in public alone a
But Roth never picked up. Eleanor had been in the mansion since, trying out Roth’s phone every 15 minutes, with it going to voicemail every time. She had been more worried than frustrated. Now what Tristan had said seemed true, despite Roth having denied it. Until she went on instagram randomly and a video in which Roth was tagged in came on her feed, then another, and then another, and then several after that. His recent scandal had earned Roth more popularity than what he already had. Now Eleanor was only frustrated. x - x - xTristan’s answer did not seem to satisfy Oliver, and Tristan could tell that. There was doubt clearly written over Oliver’s face and Tristan knew just the way to wipe that off. He walked up to Oliver, his unbuttoned shirt hanging on his arms, revealing his chiseled abs underneath, and put both hands around his arms. As he looked into Oliver’s eyes with a soft gaze, he could tell that Oliver’s heart had lurched.A lump appeared and disappeared in Oliver’s