Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 101: The vacation house.

The full moon hung brightly in the sky, casting its faint silver glow over everything on earth, accompanied by countless stars that shimmered quietly above.

"Just when exactly are we going to get there?"

Gabe’s voice broke the silence after what felt like forever. He stirred awake from his deep sleep, blinking slowly as he tried to regain his bearings.

He didn’t even remember when he had fallen asleep. The journey had been long—long enough to drag him into unconsciousness without warning. Fred, who had been fast asleep beside him, stirred almost immediately when Gabe woke, rubbing his eyes groggily.

"We’re already here," Alex replied calmly.

That single sentence made both Gabe and Fred turn their gazes toward the window. Beyond the glass, a tall, imposing building came into view just as the car passed through large iron gates.

"Welcome to the vacation house," Alex added as the car finally came to a smooth stop in front of a magnificent structure.

"Woah..." Fred murmured under his breath, awe creeping into his tone.

He took in the sight of several servants dressed neatly in black-and-white suits, their heads bowed respectfully as they lined up to receive them.

"This place is awesome," Fred continued softly. "I can’t believe we arrived this late at night, though."

Without wasting any time, Damien stepped out of the car first, followed closely by Alex. Fred got out next, and Alex immediately moved to assist Gabe, carefully lifting him out of the vehicle and settling him gently into his wheelchair.

"Welcome to the Crystal Beach Vacation House!" the servants chorused together, their voices unified, their heads still bowed in respect.

"Thank you," Gabe and Fred replied almost simultaneously.

Alex and Damien, however, merely nodded and walked past them, already heading toward the building.

Fred quickly pushed Gabe’s wheelchair and followed after them—and the moment they stepped inside, both their mouths widened in shock.

The interior of the building made the exterior look almost modest.

The walls were painted pure white, glowing softly under the light of massive golden chandeliers that hung elegantly from the ceiling. Expensive couches and finely crafted tables sat perfectly arranged in the middle of the living room, surrounded by other luxurious golden furnishings that radiated wealth and refinement.

"Are we in a museum?" Fred whispered, his eyes darting everywhere at once. "Or did we just walk into a place full of priceless art?"

His gaze soon landed on several glass doors embedded into the walls.

"What’s that?" he asked, curiosity lighting his eyes as he pointed at one of them.

"Those are the rooms we’ll be staying in," Damien answered immediately, cutting in before Alex could speak. "There are six rooms downstairs and another six upstairs."

He smirked slightly. "And yes, the doors are made of glass. If you don’t draw your curtains, anyone outside can see exactly what you’re up to."

He gestured toward the servants, who were already moving their luggage into different rooms. "As you can see, everything’s already being taken care of."

I didn’t ask you, Fred thought inwardly, rolling his eyes in disdain—careful to do it where Damien couldn’t see. Busybody.

"What would you like to eat, young masters?"

A middle-aged man stepped forward respectfully. Judging by the way the other servants subtly deferred to him, he was clearly in charge. He bowed deeply before speaking again.

"We’ve prepared a variety of dishes. You only need to take your baths first—we’ve already prepared warm water in each bathtub. After that, you can come downstairs for your meal."

He straightened slightly. "A small party has also been arranged on the beach, in case you’re interested."

"Thank you, Housekeeper Williams," Alex said politely.

He paused, then frowned slightly. "What about Lucas and Romeo? They’re not here yet? I heard they’ve already arrived in the country."

Housekeeper Williams bowed again. "They called earlier, sir. They’ll be here very early tomorrow morning. Both of them had urgent matters to attend to, which is why they couldn’t make it today. But they’ve promised to arrive tomorrow without fail."

Alex nodded slowly, letting out a quiet sigh.

Housekeeper Williams then turned his attention toward Gabe.

"I’ve arranged both a female and a male servant to assist you with anything you might need, young master," Housekeeper Williams said respectfully. "You can let me know if you’re comfortable with them. If not, I can replace them immediately."

"Oh—thank you," Gabe replied at once, a warm smile spreading across his face. "But I honestly don’t need them. I’m used to doing things myself."

He paused, then added sincerely, "I really appreciate the offer, though."

"Don’t worry," Alex chimed in smoothly. "I’ll take care of you if you need anything, Gabe. And Fred is here as well. Between the two of us, you’ll be fine."

Gabe nodded in response, though the motion was slightly reluctant. He didn’t miss the way Alex’s voice softened when he spoke.

"Let’s all take a warm bath first," Damien announced excitedly. "We’ll meet back in the living room afterward."

With that, he dashed toward his room and shut the door firmly behind him.

Alex turned to Gabe without hesitation and lifted him into a bridal carry. This time, Gabe didn’t protest. He simply allowed himself to be carried, his body stiff for only a brief moment before relaxing.

The servants nearby couldn’t hide their shock. A few of them exchanged wide-eyed looks.

"Young master has never carried anyone himself before," one of them whispered under their breath.

"And isn’t that Gabe’s former partner?" another murmured quietly. "The one involved in the Fetalyn case?"

"I heard their marriage was annulled," a third servant added. "So why is he with young master now?"

The whispers faded as Alex walked past them, carrying Gabe toward his room as if nothing else in the world mattered.

Just how rich are Alex and Damien, anyway? Gabe wondered inwardly as he glanced around. Owning a vacation house like this... is it joint contribution? Their money, plus those two friends they mentioned?

His thoughts spiraled further.

But Alex is just a therapist... right? Where did all this money come from? Or are they involved in businesses I don’t know about?

Interesting...

Soon, Alex gently placed Gabe onto the king-sized bed, which was draped in soft white silk sheets. The room itself was breathtaking—elegant, refined, and clearly designed for someone of high status. Everything about it screamed luxury, from the marble flooring to the subtle gold accents lining the walls.

Alex hesitated for a moment.

"Should I help you to the bathroom?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he swallowed hard. "I can help you into the bath and leave immediately... since you don’t want the servants."

He paused briefly. "Or should I call them for you instead? They’re all betas, if that makes any difference."

"Uh... no," Gabe replied, his tone firm but calm. "I’ll manage on my own. I can wheel myself to the bathroom."

"I won’t be long."

"Alright then," Alex said after a moment. "Everything you need is in the bathroom, and there are different outfits in the wardrobe."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, giving Gabe the privacy he asked for.

Outside, Damien was leaning against the wall.

"You got kicked out again?" Damien asked the moment Alex stepped out, amusement clear in his voice.

"Just shut up," Alex replied, letting out a heavy sigh. "I wasn’t kicked out."

He ran a hand through his hair. "He wanted to bathe by himself, and I respect that."

He glanced at Damien. "Why are you even here?"

"Well..." Damien hesitated, then sighed. "I was waiting for you."

"What for?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked toward the living room. He sat down, and Damien followed, taking the seat across from him. "It better be something important."

"Oh, it’s not important at all," Damien replied lightly. "And I’m definitely not going to regret it."

He leaned back. "I just wanted to see whether you’d walk out of Gabe’s room tonight. And you did."

Damien’s expression softened slightly. "Honestly, sometimes I wish we hadn’t captured Sabe. If we hadn’t, you’d still be having therapy sessions with Gabe like before."

Alex smirked faintly. "Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing."

Damien studied him closely but said nothing more. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Gabe was wild back when he wanted to start therapy with me, Alex thought inwardly, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. He teased me constantly, enjoyed pushing my limits...

And now he wants to withdraw just like that?

His eyes darkened slightly.

Well I guess it’s my turn to act wild around him too. I should push every limit and see if he can handle my own level of cracine or not. If he’ll truly back out when things are getting intense or fall for it completely. It’s only a matter of time. Alex thought Inwardly with a smirk on his face afterwhich he rose up to his feet and walked away leaving Damien all to himself.