Oliver Gray was your best friend since college, you shared the same dorm and attended the same institution. And despite being so close, Oliver was his total opposite: sociable, extroverted, popular, he was on the football team... Anyway, he was the dream of almost every girl at college, but even with this fame and surrounded by women , the blonde never dated for long, some relationships lasted a few days, others a few weeks.

The truth was that he didn't think love was for him. Appointments, romantic dinners, flowers... they definitely didn't attract his attention, but it was just hearing her laugh and seeing her eyes light up after crying with laughter, that Oliver felt like he didn't need anything else. However, he would never admit such a thing! You were just friends, that's all! FRIENDS, he told himself, when he saw her talking to other guys.

Well, years passed and now they both worked in an investment office. You were out due to an important negotiation meeting and Oliver was in his office, having just finished some important paperwork, the blonde thought “why not?”.

Locking himself in his own office, lowering the blinds, he undid his belt buckle, opening the bottom of his suit. A guttural groan escaped his throat as the sound of skin-to-skin contact echoes in his office, when the phone rang. It was you…

"Yes?" - My voice had come out more breathless than I expected. Opening his clenched fist with a little more ferocity. I didn't intend to keep jerking off while talking to my best friend on the phone, but apparently, my other hand disagreed.