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If I turned this into a novel, people would definitely call it contrived.
No one would buy such a cheap, third-rate plot twist for even fifty cents.
That’s how surreal this felt.
Staring at the chunks of concrete at my feet, I suddenly remembered I’d left all my luggage at the office when I returned.
All I had on me was my phone and the JS Hotel access pass I’d forgotten to return.
Why didn’t I have my credit card? Oh, right. I’d given it to Yoon.
God, I’ve reached new levels of idiocy.
I sent Cha Chiyeon a quick reply to let him know I’d pick up my belongings later.
But right away, a new worry surfaced.
Where was I supposed to sleep tonight?
I fiddled with my phone for a moment before Doha softly stroked the back of my head and rubbed my neck.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Where I’m going to stay tonight.”
My house was gone.
There was no way I could fix that, so I needed to move on to the next step: where to stay.
The only friend I could rely on was Cha Chiyeon, who had already said he couldn’t help.
I couldn’t possibly ask for help from my colleagues, especially so late at night.
Reaching out to them now would make me seem like a terrible person, forcing them to see me after hours.
And without a card, staying at a hotel was impossible.
That left me with only one option: sleeping rough.
“This is insane…”
I could barely believe the absurdity of the situation.
Life has a way of spiraling when things start to go wrong.
Frustrated, I kicked at a chunk of concrete.
But a soft tap on my shoulder drew my attention, and I looked back to see Doha pointing to himself with a bright smile.
“You’ve got me, you know.”
And so?
Doha started the car with a remote, then kissed my cheek.
“Let’s go to my place. You know I have plenty of rooms.”
Even so, isn’t it a bit much to have to face my boss even at home?
Like during the last vacation, where I couldn’t truly relax at all… physically, I mean.
As I showed signs of hesitation, Doha subtly pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me.
The way I fit perfectly against his broad shoulders might have felt a bit undermining to my male pride, but his warmth wasn’t unpleasant.
“And you should let out your pheromones more often. If not, they’ll start leaking at work again, won’t they?”
Wouldn’t that be a problem?
As I parted my lips to speak, he kept planting kisses near my mouth, then whispered softly.
“Just until this project wraps up. Creating an environment where I can focus on work… that’s my job too.”
Doha’s expression as he said that held a peculiar hint of bitterness.
It didn’t take long to reach Doha’s home in Hannam-dong.
The moment we entered, he clung to me before even removing his jacket.
“At least take off your clothes… mmph…”
His lips met mine, swallowing any words I’d intended to say.
Every time his tongue brushed my sensitive palate, a groan escaped down my throat.
It was just a kiss, but the dizzying feeling like I might fall made me cling to his arm for support.
He lifted me onto the shoe cabinet, nestling between my legs as one of his hands slid along my waist.
When he sucked on my tongue, his saliva pooled into my mouth, leaving me breathless.
As his large hand moved up my waistline, his thumb slowly traced my chest, brushing over the nipple before pressing it with his nail, firm and unyielding.
When Doha finally pulled his lips away, a clear string of saliva connected us before it broke.
He kissed my glistening lips, and a wet sound lingered in the air.
“Ha….”
“Your pheromones are leaking.”
He buried his nose in my neck, breathing deeply as he slowly rubbed his thumb over my nipple.
“Ah… ngh…”
Shivers ran down my spine, and a light moan slipped out.
At the same time, his potent pheromone, thick and heady, surrounded me, filling the air with a sweet, warm scent of rosewood.
I clung to him, burying my face in his chest.
“Ugh, ah… Do we really… have to do this every time?”
“Yep.”
His answer was light and immediate, contrasting my trembling with his calm demeanor.
I relaxed, letting myself fully lean on him.
It was just a kiss, yet I felt myself melting away, mind and body alike.
He reached under my arm, lifting me effortlessly.
As he supported me with one hand on my rear, a short yelp escaped my lips.
To avoid falling, I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders.
“To keep pheromones from leaking, it has to be done periodically. Even young ones who can’t control it yet get this done. Didn’t they teach you that in Omega class?”
His voice, filled with hidden amusement, carried an air of certainty.
I’d heard about Alpha pheromone ‘showers’ before, though they were usually to assert oneself to a loved one.
Using it to mask pheromones… was a new concept.
“… It’s a pheromone shower, right?”
“Yep, a pheromone shower. This is how it should be used.”
Speaking in that mildly teasing tone, he adjusted his hold, gently kissing along my jawline to my cheek, leaving my chest tingling from his relentless affection.
That night, I ended up wearing Doha’s clothes, lying in Doha’s bed, and falling asleep by his side.
Even when I told him to move over, he clung close, claiming he needed to disperse his pheromones.
“Don’t I have a room of my own?”
“I’ll tell you later. For now, sleep well.”
Doha gently kissed my fingertips, smiling as he watched me flinch at each touch.
It didn’t take long for me to accept things as they were, letting go of the fear of being outed as an Omega.
It was all thanks to Doha, who accepted me without hesitation and even offered help.
It couldn’t have been an easy decision…
Yet a small part of me wondered why he, who claimed to only like Betas, was acting like this with me.
I didn’t dare ask, fearing that even our fragile connection might break.
Not just as a partner or model… all of it.
Lying in his arms, I eventually murmured, “So, did you really spend your rut with CEO Hong?”
At my mumbled question, Doha chuckled softly, pulling me closer.
But he didn’t answer.
What was it then?
I waited in silence for his reply, but Doha remained quiet.
Damn it, so what’s the answer, you brat?
So, he actually worked, after all.
As I sorted through the organized files, I looked up at the rustling sound.
Doha, pen in hand, was reviewing a report.
He signed it, then asked,
“What?”
“I just thought, you really did work.”
“Didn’t I tell you? That vacation was really for you.”
“If you’d told me earlier, I would’ve enjoyed it more. I didn’t even step on the beach. I felt too uncomfortable.”
“Come here.”
Seeing him gesture with his pen, I hesitated briefly.
I placed the tablet on a nearby shelf and cautiously approached Doha.
I intended to stop a few steps away, but he grabbed my collar, pulling me close.
My position left one leg between his thighs, the other barely supporting me.
“Your pheromones are leaking again. Where’s the suppressant?”
“You told me not to take it this morning… should I take it now?”
Instead of answering, he pulled me even closer, looking up at me.
The proximity felt too exposed, and I kept glancing toward the door, wary of someone walking in.
“Your mouth.”
“Um, Sir… This is the office, and… maybe I should just take the suppressant… Ah!”
The only thing I was wearing was a dress shirt and trousers, having been stopped from adding my vest.
His large, warm hands roamed my waist and chest, the sensations amplified as my body became unusually sensitive. It was getting ridiculous, feeling this way with just his touch.
Every time Doha touched me, I quivered uncontrollably.
We spent every night together now. He did offer me a room, though I’d barely used it.
Once we got home, things would escalate in a flurry, and the next thing I knew, we were in his room.
Just like during that vacation. I had a room of my own yet barely used it.
We slept together, whether it was just lying there or something more.
Yet the fact that we shared a bed hadn’t changed.
Naturally, it became more comfortable with time.
This man was becoming more and more a part of my life.
The kisses, holding hands, watching silly variety shows or dramas together… the more time we spent together, the warmer I felt inside.
“Sir, could you… hold back a little?”
Doha smirked softly, looking at me with that affectionate gaze that sometimes made it hard to breathe.
This warmth… I’d occasionally seen this in hotel rooms before.
I wanted to spill everything to him.
Tell him that I’d deceived him.
That I’d tricked him.
But fear of the inevitable backlash left me with no choice but to stay silent.
When I tried to pull away, Doha pouted, grumbling.
“I’m trying to hold back, but this little thing here keeps calling for attention, looking all pitiful and begging to be tasted. I just can’t ignore it; I’m not that cold-hearted.”
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