Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 16: Suspicion.

SCREECH~

Before he could move away, Gabe was suddenly in front of him, close enough in such a short time that it felt like someone had driven a car at full speed straight toward him.

He lifted his hand and grabbed Alex’s trouser, his fingers closing around the still-hard length out of the fabric, sticky with drying cum.

Alex was beyond speechless. His throat worked restlessly as he swallowed, again and again, unable to tear his gaze away from Gabe.

He wanted him.....wanted Gabe to suck him the same way he had devoured that banana earlier, wanted to fuck him afterwards in a way his husband never could. He knew it was wrong, a blatant violation of everything his profession stood for, yet in that heated moment, right and wrong no longer mattered. The only thing that existed was Gabe and the raw, sinful pleasure he promised with that gaze locked tightly on his.

He’s really not going to escape from me? Gabe thought, the corner of his lips curling into a wicked smirk. He’s a Beta anyway and I’m an Alpha. Even though I can’t fuck him right now because I don’t want to release my pheromones, I could at least taste him... suck his cock until I choke on it and make him cum down my throat.

Just move away, Alex. Alex screamed internally, trying to force his body to obey. But his legs felt like jelly, numb, trembling, and completely unresponsive. I can’t allow this to happen.

Gabe bent his head, lips parting as he leaned closer....closer still until Alex could feel his warm breath ghosting over him, about to take him into his mouth when suddenly....

"Alex!!!"

The sharp voice broke through the thick tension, followed by the loud bang of the door slamming open. Both Alex and Gabe turned sharply toward the source of the interruption only to find Damien standing there, shock plastered across his face, his eyes wide and mouth gaping open in disbelief.

"I...I’m sorry..." Damien began, his voice trembling.

Alex raised a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. His composure returned almost instantly, though the vein on his neck still pulsed in restrained fury. He stepped away from Gabe, adjusting his clothes as he moved toward Damien with calm, deliberate steps.

"You should leave when you’re ready ," Alex said evenly, his tone quiet yet edged with authority. Then, without glancing back, he added, "As for me, I have to leave now, Mr. Gabe."

His words were directed at Gabe, but his gaze remained locked on Damien’s uneasy face.

With that, Alex walked out of the office....his steps silent yet heavy, followed closely by Damien, who scrambled after him with guilt written all over his features.

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A black, sleek car pulled to a smooth stop in front of a massive mansion.Through the tall glass windows, warm golden lights illuminated the lavish interior, as if the owner wanted to flaunt his wealth even before guests crossed the threshold.

The faint scent of fresh roses lingered in the air, carried by the breeze that drifted across the arranged gardens surrounding a waterfountain. Dozens of gardeners moved about quietly, trimming leaves and tending to the flowers, while servants in neat uniforms crossed the yard with quiet efficiency. Expensive cars lined the driveway, each more luxurious than the last.

Moments later, two young men stepped out of the vehicle....Alex, now dressed in new, elegant clothes that spoke of restrained wealth, and Damien, who still wore his white lab coat over his outfit.

Without a word, they strode through the grand doors into the mansion. The familiar interior barely caught their attention as they were too used to it by now.

Both men sank into the soft leather sofas opposite each other.

"Fuck!" Damien finally exploded, slamming his hand against his knee. "I can’t believe I ruined such a big opportunity!" His voice cracked, his jaw tightening as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "You were so close to achieving your goal, Alex and I destroyed it. I ruined everything."

Two servants, well-trained and efficient, appeared without being summoned. Each carried a silver tray bearing a chilled bottle of champagne. They poured the golden liquid into two crystal glasses before stepping back with quiet bows.

Alex took his glass with his usual composed grace and brought it to his lips, took a slow sip, the coldness settling on his tongue as his thoughts drifted far from the room to Gabe.

He’s bold, Alex mused inwardly, a faint smirk curving his lips. They’re always timid....the omegas, the clients but he’s different. He’s not afraid to meet my gaze, not even to touch me. He’s dangerous... intriguing.

"Hey!"

The sudden shout snapped him out of his reverie. Damien’s voice echoed sharply through the grand hall. "Are you even listening to me?!" he barked, throwing his hands in frustration. "What’s the next thing to do, huh?! I could have just walked away and let you both continue, but no you had to storm out of your office, leaving that poor omega behind! How the hell is he supposed to face you again after what happened? He’ll never come back out of sheer embarrassment!"

He dragged a hand through his hair and let out an angry sigh. "I know this is my fault, I really do but you’re not exactly innocent here either."

Alex’s lips curved slightly as he leaned back, swirling the champagne in his glass. "Of course, he’ll come back," he said smoothly, taking another sip. "He has something he wants to achieve, after all."

Damien frowned, crossing his arms. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism. "Because from where I stand, you’re the one who has something to gain from him. So tell me, do you at least have his number or his home address? Maybe we can still fix this and convince him to return. I swear, Alex, I’ll never barge into your office again....hell, I won’t even breathe near your door if I have to."

Alex chuckled softly, a low, knowing sound. "He appears to be a weak omega," he began, setting the glass down on the table. "One of those who love too deeply.....desperate to win their husband back. But his expression..." His voice trailed off for a moment as his mind replayed the earlier scene, Gabe’s hand gripping him, the warmth of his touch, the pulse of raw temptation that had electrified his every nerve.