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you’ve gone through hell at that job of yours I want to help you deal with it. I want to help you get better, to thrive under the pressure you force yourself to go through. But if you’re unwilling to accept that help, then there’s nothing more for us to do here. I won’t keep pushing a sub who doesn’t want to be helped.”
    Max frowned, unsure of what to make of Simon’s words. He wanted to help? Since when? “I already told you, I’m not leaving my job. I love being a surgeon. I’m a great doctor. People need me.”
    “They need you healthy, too,” Simon countered. “And the added drinks to calm your nerves, the late nights where you barely sleep, the way your hands tremble when you drink your coffee—none of that helps those people you’re so desperate to fix. So at the end of the day are you going to let me help you or do I need to leave?”
    “What?” Max asked, nearly yelling in his shock. “You can’t leave! You signed a lease. You can’t just break it.”
    Sighing loudly, Simon dropped his hand from his cock and though he was still hard, the head of his cock bobbing against his lean stomach, he appeared no more bothered by the lack of stimulation than he would have by a fly in the room. Max on the other hand couldn’t look away from Simon’s heavy length. “I wouldn’t break my lease, Max. Wanting to take care of you doesn’t just stop with me making you cum. But if you’re hell bent on continuing this path of destruction and too stubborn to see that you obviously need help, especially when someone is offering to give it to you, then I don’t want to be around to watch you self implode. Because that’s what you will be doing at the end of it and you’ll take down everyone around you when you do. It may not be soon. You may be able to hold out for another six months. Maybe even a year. But at the end of this I guarantee you that you’ll crash and burn without help. And I refuse to watch you do that to yourself. So if you decide that you don’t want to be helped, that you’re too damn stupid to accept that you need it, then I’ll get my things together, transfer enough rent to cover my remaining months with you to your bank account and then walk away. I’m done watching you slowly kill yourself.”
    Max could only stare at him, unsure if he’d heard him correctly. If he’d actually understood. “You have that much saved? That’s thousands of dollars.”
    Simon rolled his eyes and pushed away from the counter. Without saying a word he picked up his towel and walked into his bedroom. Max was still on his knees when the bedroom door closed behind him.

Chapter Five
    Feeling angry and uncomfortably out of control, Simon went to his window and pulled back the thick drapes. A woman walking her dog on the sidewalk below waved to him. He waved back, recognizing her from his morning runs through the quiet neighborhood. He’d miss this place with its tall trees and well groomed parks, but he’d meant what he said. He hadn’t known Max long, only a few months, but his self-destruction had steadily been getting worse. He waited until the woman and her dog had passed by his window before dropping the curtain back into place and going to his closet. It wouldn’t take long to get packed and a few of the Doms he knew would likely lend their subs if he asked for their help. He wasn’t above asking for help, especially not from the men he’d learned so much from. But he didn’t want to have to make that call in the first place.
    “Simon?” Max called through the closed bedroom door.
    While he would have preferred a soft knock, at least Max hadn’t barged into his private space. “You can enter,” he called, his hand stilling on the jeans he was thinking of putting on. The door opened and he stepped back to better see Max as he came in.
    “Today was shit,” Max said, echoing his earlier statements.
    Simon nodded, realizing as much when he’d seen the man at the front door. He waited