Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 84

"Sandy, my love!"

"Honey!"

Ezra happily called out the name of his wife, who had arrived at the bar. With her entrance, which was no different from the main act of the party, everyone started murmuring and greeting her.

"Welcome, Sandra."

"You must be exhausted, right? Let us know if there's anything we can do to help."

"Rest is the best. Don’t overdo it, and ask for help whenever you need it; we're like family."

"You’ll get better once you get treated, I’ll pray for you."

Sandra smiled and responded to each of the encouraging words one by one. Although everyone secretly felt pity and concern for her now-thinner appearance, outwardly they all tried to act cheerful, raising their voices even higher than usual to maintain the joyful atmosphere.

"You can’t drink, right?"

"What non-alcoholic options do you have here?"

It was when Sandra was about to ask the bartender for a drink for herself.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Dein's harsh shout pierced through the loud music and reached their ears. The noise was so startling that people slowly turned their heads. Sandra and Ezra, who were shocked, saw two men having a scuffle in a corner. Sandra, who recognized one of the faces first, covered her mouth with one hand and let out a surprised exclamation.

"Oh my, Dein?"

"What are they doing...?"

Ezra muttered, also taken aback. While everyone was confused, Sandra whispered to her husband, who had his arm around her waist.

"Who’s that man? I’ve never seen him before."

Ezra, replying quietly to her, answered in a low voice.

"He’s the extreme alpha I mentioned before. Grayson Miller."

"Extreme alpha? First time seeing one..."

Sandra, shocked, murmured with a blank expression on her face.

"Alphas and omegas all look good, but extreme alphas are on a whole different level... He really doesn’t look like a person from this world."

After saying that, she quickly returned to reality and smiled at Ezra. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Of course, my husband is the best in my eyes."

Ezra, as though he knew it all, smiled mischievously and replied teasingly.

"I love you."

They exchanged a light kiss with their smiles.

"But what’s really going on?"

Sandra, now back to reality, asked curiously, to which Ezra shook his head.

"I don’t know, either. Let’s just keep watching."

Just like them, no one knew what was happening, and whispers continued.

"Why are those guys suddenly fighting?"

"I don’t know. Miller probably started it."

"Hmm, I can’t agree with that. Miller doesn’t care about others."

"Then did Dein start it? I can’t imagine him picking a fight either."

"Right, if anyone’s going to pick a fight, it would be Diandre. I can’t imagine Dein doing it..."

"Shh, everyone quiet down, let’s listen in. Bartender! Turn down the music! Everyone, shut up!"

Soon, the noise died down, and everyone fell silent, focusing on one spot. In the large bar, only the voices of Dein and Grayson were heard clearly.

"What the hell are you doing to her, you bastard!"

Dein shouted, hiding the woman he had been holding in his arms behind him. Grayson, still frowning, glanced at the woman hiding behind Dein, but couldn’t see her. Sighing and brushing his hair back, Grayson spoke.

"Let’s not do this here, let’s go outside and talk."

Grayson grabbed Dein’s arm, but Dein immediately shook it off.

"Talk? What are you talking about? How many times do I have to tell you? I have nothing to talk to you about."

"I have something to say, so just listen for a moment."

Grayson tried to persuade him calmly, but the only thing he received in return was Dein’s mockery.

"That’s your problem, not mine. Go talk to a wall or bark at it if you want. I’m going to do my thing."

Grayson stopped talking and looked down at him. Everyone could tell what Dein meant by "his thing." What would Grayson say in response? As everyone watched with great interest, an awkward silence followed. No one spoke. In the quiet atmosphere, Grayson finally opened his mouth.

"You know, what you’re doing to me isn’t really right, is it?"

Surprisingly, he smiled. The people watching were confused and blinked in surprise. Why was he smiling? In the midst of the bewildered gazes, Dein furrowed his brows and asked.

"What’s wrong with it? You’re the one crossing the line."

He continued, in a rough tone.

"I don’t care who I’m with. You can mess around with anyone like you’ve always done, what more is there to say here? It’s over. Got it? It’s over!"

Dein raised his hands in a wide gesture, shouting "Damn!" as though to express his frustration with the situation.

Though this conversation meant nothing to Dein, it was different for Grayson.

"About me."

Grayson spoke slowly, as if making an important confession.

"Since that day, I haven’t been with anyone."

"So?"

Dein chuckled, tilting his head to one side.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Grayson, for a moment, said nothing, then rubbed his face with one hand.

"I don’t know, either."

"Hah."

Dein let out a disbelieving sigh at Grayson’s weak-sounding words. Grayson continued.

"I can’t stop thinking about you. Just the thought of you with someone else makes my heart burn. What is this? Do you know why I’m like this?"

"Probably because you can’t get it up."

Dein answered flatly. He tapped his second finger against his head and continued.

"It’s just the pheromones building up. So go to a party or whatever and get rid of that damn pheromone. Don’t bother me."

"I can’t do that."

Grayson replied slowly, denying Dein’s words. When Dein furrowed his brows, Grayson, still keeping his gaze fixed on him, confessed.

"I told you, I can’t think about anyone but you. I don’t want to get rid of the pheromones with anyone else. I..."

"So, you want to sleep with me again? Are you out of your mind?"

Dein shouted, his patience finally breaking.

"Didn’t you say you wouldn’t sleep with the same person twice? Get a grip, Miller. You’ve definitely ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) lost your mind because of those pheromones."

"But you did."

Grayson pointed out. And that was when Dein’s pent-up anger exploded.

"I’m never sleeping with you again!"

Dein shouted fiercely.

"I told you not to do this in such a lame way. How long are you going to keep clinging to me like this? Whoever was in front of me back then, I would have slept with them. It just so happened that you were there. So don’t stick to me like this, just get lost. Get the hell out of my sight!"

It was an ultimatum, but of course, it didn’t work on Grayson. He stood there unmoving, not even budging. The sight of Grayson standing still was almost unbelievable to Dein. It was like he was shouting at a wall. Finally, grinding his teeth, he spat out.

"If you’re not going, I will. If you follow me, I’ll kill you, so come if you want to die."

After threatening him, he held up his third finger and turned away. Striding with big steps, he reached the door in just a few steps. But of course, Grayson wouldn’t just stand there. As Dein was about to open the door, he turned back and saw that Grayson had followed him. He grimaced in a threatening manner.

"You fucking bastard...!"

With Dein’s curse-filled shout, the door slammed shut. Left behind in the silence were the people who blinked with blank faces.

"Should we call 911?"

Someone nervously suggested, and only then did someone else respond with a snide remark.

"We are 911, you idiot."

"Ah, right..."

Another awkward silence fell. And they slowly realized what they had just heard. Amid the shocked stares, someone screamed in horror.

"Wait, they slept together? Then who was on top?"

Suddenly, harsh breaths could be heard from all directions. The questions, which had been drifting vaguely in their minds like fog, suddenly turned into sentences that unfolded right before their eyes.