Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 61: I’m not a cheap ass like you!

"Huh? You’re back already?" Damien raised a brow the moment Alex stepped into the vast living room, his tone edged with disbelief. "You literally just left. I thought you wouldn’t be back until nighttime, you know..."

"And I didn’t expect to be discharged from the hospital so quickly either," Alex replied with a heavy sigh as he dropped onto the couch opposite Damien. He leaned back, rubbing his temples briefly before looking up again. "How are you feeling now, though? Your head....does it still hurt?"

"Since when do you care whether I live or die?" Damien scoffed, arching a brow sharply. "You only keep me around because I’m useful to you anyway." His lips curled into a humorless smile. "I’m sure you were hoping I’d stay longer in the hospital. At least that way I’d be out of your hair and away from all my dramas. But here I am." He spread his hands mockingly. "So yeah, I know you’re not exactly thrilled about that."

He paused, then waved it off dismissively. "Anyway, that’s not important. Tell me what’s wrong with you instead." His eyes suddenly widened with interest as he leaned forward. "Where’s Gabe? Did you see him? Did you two meet?"

Alex didn’t answer immediately.

Maybe if you weren’t a chatter box, then I wouldn’t want to gone away from me. Alex thought inwardly all while he heaved a heavy sigh.

Damien’s expression lit up with barely restrained excitement. "Wait....did you fuck this time around? Or was it just the usual sucking of dicks?" His eyes widened further as a realization hit him. "Oh....wait. Don’t tell me." He snapped his fingers. "Did his husband catch you two in the act?!"

He stared at Alex’s unblemished face, then frowned. "But if he actually caught you, you should be covered in blood by now. Unless, of course, you revealed that you’re an enigma and he’s the one lying in a hospital bed instead."

"Aren’t you tired?" Alex snapped suddenly, irritation flashing across his face as he shot Damien a sharp look. "Doesn’t your mouth ever get sore from talking so damn much?" He gestured pointedly at Damien’s head. "Your skull is still wrapped in bandages. Shouldn’t you be worrying about a headache or a concussion instead of interrogating me?"

Damien shrugged. "And shouldn’t you be worrying about your own mess instead of mine?"

Alex continued coolly. "You were assaulted by a pervert, remember? Have you found out who did it yet?"

"My men are working on it," Damien replied, his jaw tightening as a dark frown settled on his face. He straightened up on the couch, eyes glinting coldly. "I’ll find them eventually. And when I do..." His voice dropped. "...they’ll regret ever laying a hand on me."

Then, as if flipping a switch, his curiosity returned. "Now back to you and Gabe. What’s the new development?" He smirked. "Just say it if you’ve already had sex. You’re both ridiculously hot; resisting temptation can only last so long."

"I already told you," Alex replied instantly, anger threading through his voice, "I’m not fucking him. Not while he’s still married to that motherfucker of a husband."

"Okay, fine," Damien conceded, raising his hands. "But you did other things." He leaned closer. "So why are you home early? Can you just answer properly? I’m curious." He tilted his head. "Besides, when the hell is he finally divorcing that bastard? You need to fuck him. Mark him. Then I can finish formulating the drugs to heal your damaged glands." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Alex exhaled slowly, his expression turning grave. "We might be visited tonight by Sabe’s men, or by one of the other groups."

Damien stiffened.

"Sabe was in the parking lot the entire time Gabe was in my office this morning," Alex continued calmly. "And yes, I deliberately let Gabe go back home with cum still staining his dick." He met Damien’s gaze unflinchingly. "Sabe will be able to smell it. He will know."

Damien cursed under his breath.

"He might go after Gabe," Alex went on. "Hurt him. If that happens, it’ll be caught on camera. But I’ve already stationed men around the house. If things escalate, Gabe will be protected." His eyes darkened. "Or Sabe might come after me instead. And trust me if he finds out that Gabe cummed because of me... that I sucked his dick, and he sucked mine too... he’ll make sure I’m dead this time."

"Fuck!" Damien snapped. "I just got back from the hospital, and now I have to deal with assassins again?" He ran a hand through his hair with a scowl. "I should’ve just stayed there and let you handle your own shit."

"Exactly!" Alex shot back, rolling his eyes in clear disdain. "I don’t even know why they discharged you so soon." He leaned forward slightly. "Just stay alert. If Sabe fails to kill me this time, then it’ll be my turn to go after him."

"To kill him?" Damien asked skeptically.

"No," Alex replied coolly. "Not to kill him." His lips curved into a thin, dangerous smile. "Just to teach him a lesson."

"A lesson?" Damien scoffed. "So what....you beat him half to death and then let him walk free again?"

Alex let out a heavy sigh as he pushed himself up from the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I can’t kill him now," he muttered. "I don’t want Gabe becoming a widower and being forced to cry over that bastard. Sabe can die after he and Gabe are divorced. I wouldn’t give a damn then."

He straightened, his expression darkening as his thoughts shifted.

"Anyway, I need to relax for a bit and also prepare for our visitor," Alex continued coolly. "The assassin... or maybe not. Either way, it doesn’t matter."

He turned toward Damien, his tone suddenly firm.

"Just go to your room. You’re safer there."

Damien hesitated for a second, then heaved a quiet sigh and nodded in response, understanding there was no room for argument.

*****

Back at Gabe and Sabe’s house.

Meanwhile, Gabe wheeled his chair into the living room, irritation etched clearly across his face. The moment his eyes landed on Sabe who was standing there with his back turned, as if he had been waiting forever, Gabe’s anger intensified.

Fuck... I’m really not ready for this motherfucker’s drama, Gabe thought bitterly. I’m already pissed that Alex left in such a hurry after sucking me.

His jaw tightened as he continued wheeling forward.

Isn’t he supposed to be going after Alex right now? Threatening him to leave me alone?

Then again... he doesn’t know about me and Alex. About the teasing. About anything else.

Gabe inhaled slowly, trying to steady himself.

Or does he know already?

His mind raced.

No... if he did, he wouldn’t have let Alex walk away so easily. He was literally in the parking lot when Alex and I were together.

Unless... he knows and just wants to punish me first.

Gabe clenched his fists on the armrests.

Fine. I’ll act like I don’t know shit. Let’s see what he does. Let’s see if he truly knows.

"And where exactly are you coming back from?"

Sabe’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and filled with restrained fury as he finally turned around to face Gabe.

"The therapist I warned you about?" Sabe continued coldly. "The one I told you not to visit again because there’s absolutely no need for it?"

Gabe raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, letting out a dry scoff.

"If you already know where I came from," he shot back, "then why bother asking?"

His voice hardened as he continued.

"And why should I follow your orders anyway? Do I look like one of your servants?"

Sabe’s expression was filled with anger as he took a step closer.

"You know exactly why I don’t want you around that therapist, Gabe," he snapped. "Yet you keep going back to him."

He gestured sharply.

"I told you nothing you learn from him will win me back. And you said you weren’t learning anything because of me so why the fuck are you still going there?" His voice rose. "To get over me?!"

He stormed closer, leaning down toward Gabe then suddenly froze.

His nose flared.

"Wait..."

Sabe’s brows furrowed as rage surged into his eyes. Without hesitation, he reached down and grabbed Gabe’s still-hardened length, gripping it tightly.

Pain shot through Gabe’s spine, forcing a sharp gasp from his lips.

"Did you just have sex with someone?" Sabe demanded. "The therapist?!"

"Fuck off, Sabe!" Gabe yelled, struggling to break free, his voice trembling with both pain and fury. "I’m not a cheap ass like you!"

But Sabe’s grip only tightened, merciless.

"You better answer me truthfully, Gabe!" he roared. "I can smell cum on you. Tell me....did you have sex with the therapist?!"

Fuck... Gabe panicked inwardly.

I didn’t shower at Alex’s office.

And my shirt....Alex ripped it.

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

That’s why he came after me.

A ripped shirt. The scent. Everything points to it. What do I expect then?!

I’m not ready for this level of his anger. Not now. Somebody help...