Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 85

Suddenly, chaos erupted all around.

"What? What did you say? They slept together? No way, really?"

"This is an unexpected combo! No, suddenly? Why? How did this happen?"

"The world must be ending! Maybe aliens are going to invade tomorrow, no wait, weren't they aliens?"

"Hold on, talking about who was on top and who wasn’t is a bit premature. First, let’s confirm if they even slept together..."

Someone stepped in, clueless, but was met with a barrage of harsh criticism.

"They slept together, you idiot! What more confirmation do you need?"

"Don’t you have ears? Or a brain?"

"You must be the alien! Honestly, spill it before you shed your skin!"

As conspiracy theorists joined the fray and started laying into the clueless man who first spoke, he quickly shrank back. Soon, they returned to the starting point and continued their debate.

"It’s gotta be Miller."

Ezra declared first.

"I know how Dein operates. Miller’s the one who got taken down."

Immediately, objections began pouring in from all sides.

"No way, that’s impossible! That guy Miller? He’s over 2 meters tall!"

"Right, Miller can’t possibly be the one to get dominated. Look at his traits, he’s an extreme alpha! An extreme alpha getting topped by a beta? That makes no sense."

"That’s true, Miller can’t be the one."

"I agree with that. Here’s 10 bucks!"

"I’ll put in 20 bucks!"

"I’m in too!"

While the bets piled up, Ezra made his point again.

"Miller’s bigger, sure, but think about it—can you imagine Dein being the one on the bottom? Can you?"

Everyone’s faces drained of color. They looked at each other, and soon enough, they scrambled to retrieve their bets, placing them on the other side.

"Miller definitely got topped."

One person said, and another voice soon agreed.

"Yeah, I can’t imagine Dein being the one on the bottom."

"Fuck, this is too scary! Don’t talk about that awful stuff!"

Though most people agreed, there’s always a minority. The man who had originally suggested considering whether it was their first time slept with anyone was now shrinking, trembling as he put a dollar on the other side. The burning stares didn’t faze him, and he didn’t back down.

"I just can’t imagine Miller being the one on the bottom."

"Traitor."

"You really don’t know anything about Dein."

"You should never invest in stocks."

After a round of mockery, someone raised another question.

"So, how do we split this dollar then?"

Laughter erupted again.

"What’s a dollar? What’s a dollar?"

"Yeah, you should’ve bet 100 bucks."

"Hey, do we really have to bet this? Just leave it there, I’ll say we bet it."

"Then what do we do with all the money? We all bet the same side, remember?"

The consensus was reached. This time, even the man who bet a dollar agreed.

"What’s the big deal? The whole reason we’re here is for this party. Let’s donate it!"

At someone’s suggestion, everyone happily put the money they had bet into a donation box and handed it over to Ezra and Sandra. With a toast of beer, they cheered and the party continued on with a lively atmosphere.

Later that Night

Damn, what should I do?

Dein sat in the driver’s seat with his hand covering his face. He had arrived at work earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to go inside.

After stepping on the accelerator and driving back home, he was still furious, unsure of how to handle it. He had to keep his anger in check so that Darling wouldn’t be surprised, but it wasn’t easy. He even punched the wall several times, splashing cold water over himself in frustration.

But the real problem came after his anger had somewhat subsided. Slowly, his rationality returned, and he realized what had actually happened—and where it had happened.

"Aargh!"

He grabbed his head with both hands and screamed again. This had been a repeated act ever since he suddenly realized it last night.

How the hell do I fix this? Damn it, why did that bastard have to be there? No, if only I hadn’t done something so stupid at the bar. Or if I had just kept my cool...!

It wasn’t just about them overhearing their conversation. It was supposed to be a party for Ezra’s sick wife, but he had turned it into a complete mess. What the hell do I do now? The guilt toward Ezra and his wife only made Dein feel worse.

It’s all that bastard’s fault.

Grayson Miller had always been a thorn in his side. The problem was, he kept reacting to it. He should just ignore it, but why couldn’t he? Now he had caused such a big mess.

From now on, I’ll completely ignore that bastard.

Dein clenched his teeth, making a mental vow, but the real issue wasn’t about ignoring Grayson. How the hell does this get resolved? He groaned again, but he knew he couldn’t stay in the car forever. Finally, he got out of the car, unable to contain his boiling emotions any longer.

At the Locker Room

"It’s Dein! Dein’s here!"

"Wow! Dein Striker!"

As soon as the locker room door opened, everyone inside jumped up, clapping. They didn’t even care about his twisted face, cheering like they had been waiting for this moment, waving their fists and whistling.

Damn it, this is fucked...

Dein cursed under his breath, covering his face with one hand. It couldn’t be helped. He had no choice but to ignore it. Slowly, he walked toward his locker, flanked by two firefighters who kept clapping and shouting.

"Hey, how did you even think of having an extreme alpha get topped?"

"Of course, it’s Dein Striker. You’re the best."

"Our hero! The protector! Dein Striker!"

With cheers pouring in, Dein, who had just opened his locker, felt an impulse to punch all of them right there. As he clenched his fist, Ezra approached.

"Hey, Dein."

"Ah."

Seeing Ezra, Dein loosened his fist. Soon, the embarrassment suppressed his anger.

"Um, sorry about that. It was supposed to be a party for Sandra."

"Oh, no. It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it at all."

Ezra was surprised by his apology and shook his head. He glanced around as if checking to see if anyone was listening, then lowered his voice.

"Actually, Sandra really enjoyed it."

"...What?"

At Ezra’s unexpected words, Dein stopped in his tracks. Ezra continued.

"She said it was the most fun event she’s had since getting cancer. She said she couldn’t sleep last night, talking about how fun it was. I haven’t seen Sandra laugh like that in ages."

"Oh... really?"

Dein was stunned by the sudden turn of events. Was this a case where someone’s meat is poison to someone else? Maybe it wasn’t all bad, he thought, finding a small comfort. Just as he was thinking this, Ezra asked.

"That was just a show, right? You and Miller did that to make Sandra laugh, right?"

What?

Dein froze at the unexpected question. Ezra, with certainty in his belief, continued speaking.

"At first, I was fooled too, but Sandra said she was so grateful for the event you guys put together. She asked me to thank everyone."

Dein blinked, standing still. Then other guys chimed in.

"Does that even make sense? How could you turn that into a show?"

"Miller’s the kind of guy who would do that? And besides, if Dein was that good at acting, he would’ve been an actor!"

"Seriously? They really slept together?"

"Hey, did you really trash Miller like that?"

Only then did Dein realize what was going on. Whether Ezra genuinely thought this or was trying to help him, it didn’t matter. This was too perfect an opportunity for him to escape.

"Yeah, that’s right."

Dein said with a relaxed smile.

"I threatened Miller to act with me. We just did it to make Sandra happy."

"What? It was all acting?"

"Liar, liar!"

"You threatened Miller? How? What did you say? You don’t even have money!"

With voices shouting from all sides, Dein responded calmly.

"The details don’t matter. If Sandra had fun, then it’s fine, right? Or..."

On purpose, Dein gave the group a cold glare.

"Do you guys really want me to have slept with that guy?"

Seeing the serious look on Dein’s face, everyone shrank back. One person, however, gathered the courage to speak up.

"So, it was all a lie? You two didn’t have any relationship at all?"

"I’ve got no reason to sleep with that guy. Do you really think that’s possible?"

No one could respond. Eventually, they had no choice but to accept Dein’s words.

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"Well, at least we had fun for a few hours."

"It’s impossible for Miller to be the one on the bottom anyway."

As they wandered off in groups, talking among themselves, Dein let out a secret sigh. Was this how it was going to end? Just as he thought this, Ezra spoke again.

"Thanks for doing that show with Miller. For us."

I should be the one thanking you, Ezra. Dein thought, silently smiling as he gave Ezra’s arm a quick tap. Ezra, pulling his T-shirt over his head to change, muttered to himself as he watched Dein.

"...I’m really glad."

"What?"

Dein paused and asked, but Ezra just smiled and shook his head.

"Nothing."

Soon, he left the room. Dein, standing there perplexed, shrugged off his confusion and finished changing.