Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 23: Sexual pheromones.

Alex stood before the kitchen counter, which was completely covered with ingredients, every single thing needed to prepare the spaghetti and chicken stew Gabe had just requested. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"You’ve already planned all this even before I got here?" Alex asked, raising a brow, his hands resting on his waist in visible frustration. He turned to face Gabe, who was seated comfortably in his wheelchair, leisurely sipping a cold glass of juice as if he had no care in the world.

"Yes, of course," Gabe replied smoothly, his tone calm and almost teasing. "I had to. I told the servants to set everything up in advance to save you the stress of cutting vegetables, washing the meat, and all that. This way, you only need to cook." His warm smile followed the explanation, but instead of calming Alex, it seemed to irritate him even more.

I knew it. He’s always planning something, Alex thought, his jaw tightening slightly. Well... I might as well teach him a little lesson today.

Without saying another word, Alex began to unbutton his shirt. The sudden action sent a ripple of shock and confusion through Gabe, who froze, his glass halfway to his lips. Still, he said nothing, just watched with growing curiosity and a faint spark of anticipation in his eyes.

When Alex finally pulled off the last button, he slipped out of his shirt completely. His muscles flexed subtly with the motion, the light from the ceiling catching the tan of his skin and the intricate tattoos inked across his chest, shoulders, and arms. His body looked like it was sculpted with purpose, firm, warm, and dangerously distracting.

So hot! Gabe thought inwardly, his throat tightening. Suddenly, the room felt stifling. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, and even the cold juice in his hand seemed to lose its chill. Instead of cooling him down, it somehow made him feel even hotter like the heat had seeped inside his veins.

Completely unaware of Gabe’s silent suffering, Alex turned to grab a white apron hanging on the cabinet. He slipped it on casually, the movement fluid and confident. The apron tied neatly around his bare torso, making the sight even worse or better, depending on who you asked.

Gabe’s eyes trailed after him helplessly as Alex reached for a knife. The way he held it, precise, steady, deliberate was unexpectedly mesmerizing. Every motion he made, from dicing the meat into perfect cubes to stirring the simmering sauce, carried a quiet rhythm of strength and grace. Even the simple act of tasting the stew looked... sexual.

Why does he have to look that good while cooking? Gabe groaned inwardly, struggling to keep his composure.

"Do you like too much of garlic and onions?" Alex’s voice cut through the heavy silence.

There was no answer.

Gabe, who was usually so quick with words, always teasing, always provoking sat frozen, eyes fixed on Alex like he was watching something he shouldn’t be. For once, he didn’t have a single sarcastic remark ready. He was supposed to be the one doing the tempting, but somehow, Alex had flipped the entire situation without even trying.

"Hello?" Alex called again, walking closer until he stood in front of Gabe. When there was still no response, he reached out and gave Gabe’s shoulder a gentle tap. "Where did you travel to again?" he asked, amusement curling his lips into a small, knowing smile.

Gabe blinked rapidly, his daze breaking. "I...uh... nowhere," he stammered, quickly taking another sip of juice just to distract himself. "Just... thinking."

Alex’s grin widened slightly. "Thinking, huh? About what?"

Gabe cleared his throat, looking away. "About... food, obviously."

"Sure," Alex said, his tone low and teasing as he turned back toward the stove. "Food."

"Uhmm..." Gabe cleared his throat, his face flushed red, beads of sweat rolling down from his temples to his collar. His shirt clung slightly to his chest, damp from the heat that seemed to radiate from nowhere. "What... what was the question again?" he asked weakly, blinking as if to clear his thoughts.

"What’s wrong with you?" Alex asked, frowning. "I haven’t even started cooking, but you’re already drenched in sweat." He tilted his head slightly, scanning Gabe from head to toe. "Even if there’s a bit of heat in here, there’s still a heat extractor in the kitchen, so what’s your excuse? Why are you sweating so much? Is there a problem?"

Concern crossed Alex’s face as he moved closer. Then, without hesitation, he knelt down to Gabe’s height and placed his palm gently on his forehead to check his temperature.

That simple act, just the touch of his hand made everything worse for Gabe, whose mind was already spiraling out of control. A hot therapist with a hot body and now, that same mighty sexy hand is touching me again?

"F....fuck," Gabe muttered under his breath, barely audible. "Why the hell am I like this?" His heart pounded, his body trembling from an unbearable mixture of heat and nervous energy. He reached up with shaky fingers to unbutton the top of his shirt, desperate to breathe. It’s too hot... I feel like I’m going to faint. I need a shower. Now.

Alex, still crouched before him, observed every twitch of discomfort and the flush spreading across Gabe’s face. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as his thoughts turned inward. You’re always teasing me, Gabe. But now... this is what you get for constantly provoking an enigma.

He exhaled quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly. I only released a small trace of my sexual pheromones into the air...just enough to tease you a little. But you shouldn’t be reacting this much. At most, it should’ve given you a mild headache, not... this.

"I... need a shower," Gabe finally whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling. It was so faint that Alex had to lean in, his ear close to Gabe’s mouth to catch the words.

"You said what?" Alex asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I need... a cold shower, Alex," Gabe repeated, louder this time, though his voice was still shaky.

Alex’s eyes widened slightly in realization. Oh, hell... how could I forget he asked me to help with his bath earlier? He swallowed hard, panic and embarrassment flooding him all at once. And of course, the maids aren’t even here to take over.

"Uhmm... I didn’t agree to help you bathe, Gabe," Alex said quickly, forcing out a strained chuckle. "I only agreed to cook for you, remember? That was because you were in pain earlier, not because I suddenly became your personal caretaker." He stood up hastily, rubbing the back of his neck. "You can call one of your servants back. I’ll help you get your phone."

He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, Gabe’s trembling hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"I might faint... or die before any of them get here," Gabe said, his tone raw and serious. His voice carried a hint of pain that made Alex freeze in place. "I don’t know what’s happening to me, but my whole body feels like it’s on fire. Please... I just need to cool down now."

Alex’s concern deepened. He knelt again and pressed his palm to Gabe’s forehead once more only to pull it back instantly with a startled gasp.

"Arrgh!" he hissed, eyes widening. Gabe’s skin was burning hot, far beyond normal. "What the hell....?! It wasn’t this bad before!"

Shit. I must’ve overdone it, Alex thought frantically, trying to suppress the lingering traces of his pheromones. The suppressant drug I use to mask my enigma traits must be weakening again... Damn it.

Without wasting another second, Alex slid an arm beneath Gabe’s legs and another behind his back, lifting him effortlessly into a bridal carry. Gabe instinctively leaned against him, his head resting against Alex’s shoulder.

"Where’s your room? The bathroom?" Alex asked urgently, looking around for direction.

Too weak to form proper words, Gabe merely pointed toward the hallway. Alex followed the direction swiftly, carrying him all the way to the guest room where Gabe had been staying. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and went straight to the bathroom.

Once inside, Alex gently set Gabe down in the bathtub, quickly turning on the cold-water shower. A rush of water cascaded down from above, splashing against Gabe’s face and neck, soaking his hair and shirt instantly.

"You couldn’t even handle a bit of my pheromone tease," Alex muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a faint scoff. "And yet you always act like you can handle me."

"Ah... so hot," Gabe groaned softly as the cold water hit his skin. His trembling hands reached up to unbutton his soaked shirt, fumbling with the buttons until it finally came loose. He peeled the wet fabric away, revealing a well-defined chest and a single rose tattoo inked delicately on his right arm. Just above his collarbone, a faint initial S was visible, etched against his skin. Alex’s gaze lingered there for a second too long. Sabe, he thought silently.