"Hey, you look so much better."
Henry was the first to speak to Josh, who had just returned from vacation. Josh's complexion looked much better than the last time Henry had seen him.
"You must have copied the scene and watched it from time to time," Seth said.
In short, he meant that he was overjoyed to see Josh and Chase fighting whenever he had the chance. Even Henry, who was always grumpy, smiled and patted Josh on the shoulder.
"Wasn't it nice to come home? How's the boy? When you bring him over, I'll buy him something delicious."
Henry spoke excitedly, almost like a child, but he wasn't the only one eager about the idea of bringing Peter. Of course, Josh had no intention of doing that.
"Thank you."
After greeting them briefly, Josh entered the mansion. He was about to look for Mark when Isaac suddenly appeared, running toward him.
"Oh, Josh! How are you? Was everything okay?"
Josh waited for Isaac to stop running, then responded while looking at his flushed face.
"Oh, I'm good. How about you? How was everything here?"
"There wasn't much going on, of course. Did you get a good night's rest at home?"
Josh smiled bitterly at the insignificant question.
"Well, there were so many places that needed repairs that I spent two days fixing the house. I'm glad I didn't open the bathroom. And I don't understand why the grass grows so fast—I just want to tear it up and lay cement instead."
"I see. That could be a problem if a neighbor reports it."
Isaac smiled but hesitated for a moment.
"…I missed you."
Josh, caught off guard, quickly changed the subject.
"Oh yeah. What about Mark?"
Isaac looked embarrassed but soon pointed to the side.
"He's in the dining room. He's eating."
"Thanks, see you later."
After a short goodbye, Josh walked away.
Isaac stood there as if he had something more to say but then turned around. Josh frowned, puzzled by Isaac's behavior, but he didn't stop walking.
As he climbed to the second floor, he suddenly glanced out the window. There was a pool overlooking the street—the same pool where Chase had nearly killed him. A shudder ran down his spine at the memory. The beach chairs where Chase had lounged that day were empty. Without realizing it, he found himself looking for Chase. Was he resting in his room?
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Chase's POV
"Ah, ahhhh."
The loud sound of a man's breathing filled my ears.
A small nipple stood atop a solid chest that rose and fell rapidly. The man moaned loudly when I teased the hardened peak with my lips.
"Ah, ha…"
The place where we were entwined trembled with the force of our movements. I came again, overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure. Although I had already spilled inside him multiple times, my release still reached his navel. When he reached down to touch himself, I grabbed his hand and pinned it to the bed.
"Oh!" He gasped, his eyes fluttering shut, but I knew it wasn't from pain. His flushed face, the ragged breaths, the way his body clenched around me—it was all proof of his pleasure. I locked eyes with him and quickly began to move again.
Puck, puck, puck, puck.
The violent sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. His firm buttocks clenched tightly around me, pulling me in deeper.
His walls tightened around my length, gripping me desperately.
"Uh. Ugh. Uh, ah."
His moans and breath mixed with mine, tangled together as intimately as our bodies. I wanted to go deeper. I slammed my hips into him in frustration. I wanted to bury myself to the hilt and flood him completely. No, I wanted to ruin him—mark him so thoroughly that no one else could ever touch him.
Every breath he took, every time he blinked, he would be filled with my scent. He would belong to me.
"Ah… Ugh!"
His cries tore through the room. The pleasure was so intense that my mind blurred at the mere thought of it. He was mine. Completely mine.
"Oh!…"
Even though I was buried inside him, it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I pressed against him, grinding deeper. His body shuddered, already overstimulated.
"Ha… Ah…"
His breath came in ragged gasps. His stomach and thighs were soaked with the evidence of his release. Watching him tremble beneath me, I felt another surge of desire. I pulled him close, shoving myself as deep as possible. I filled him again.
"… Ugh."
For the first time, his moans wavered—pleasure tainted by a flicker of pain. His hands pressed against my shoulders, trying to push me away, but I didn't stop. Instead, I thrust in harder, burying myself to the root. I clenched my teeth, panting. I would fill him. Completely.
"Ah. Stop, eh."
His scream was hoarse, his mouth slack with pleasure and exhaustion. Saliva dripped from his parted lips. I leaned down, licking it away before pressing my lips against his. His moans disappeared into my mouth as I continued to move.
I kept cumming. Filling him over and over again. My seed poured inside him, none of it spilling out. I stayed buried deep, pressing flush against him.
"Get pregnant," I whispered between ragged breaths, my lips grazing his ear—one of the few places on his body untouched by muscle. I nibbled at the soft skin, repeating the words like a spell.
"Get pregnant. Carry my baby."
"Ugh…"
Pleasure and pain blurred together, leaving him trembling. I ran my lips over his ear and whispered once more.
"You're all mine."
I bit down, hard. He let out a sharp cry as I sucked on the fresh mark, savoring the taste of his blood. My pheromones mixed with his, locking him to me. Now, he was truly mine. Completely.
Satiated at last, I held him close and let exhaustion pull me into sleep. Still buried deep inside him. It was perfect.
Until I opened my eyes again.
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A sharp noise dragged Chase out of sleep. He groaned, frowning at the familiar sound.
The doorbell.
"Mr. Miller? Are you awake? Hello, can you hear me? Mr. Miller, are you there?"
His manager's voice crackled through the intercom. Chase closed his eyes, refusing to answer. Instead, he let out a low, irritated sigh.
Taking that as acknowledgment, the manager quickly continued.
"I have the original novel the movie is based on. I'll bring it to you in person soon. Have you read all the ones I sent before? There are a lot, but you need to go through all of them. You'll understand the characters better. Especially this one—it was hard to get. You must read it; everything you need to know about Dr. Flame is in there. It's a famous series, and I know you're familiar with it, but taking on a different role than usual will be a challenge. We need to do a thorough analysis. The fan base is huge, so we have to be careful. Mr. Pittman himself recommended you for the role… I know you've been delaying the meeting, but—"
Chase wasn't listening. His manager kept talking, but he barely registered half of it. He just breathed, silent and still.
After a long monologue, the manager finally wrapped up.
"So, Mr. Miller, let me know if you need anything else. I'll be there this afternoon."
The call ended. Silence settled over the room. Chase slowly blinked.
His body still ached, but not unbearably. He exhaled deeply and sat up.
"Ah."
What day was it? He searched his foggy memory but came up blank.
His rut had passed. It usually lasted a day or two. Chase had taken his medication.
With a sigh, he glanced at the clock. It was already lunchtime. He picked up the phone and dialed an extension.
It rang almost ten times. No answer.
"Fuck."
Annoyed, he hung up and stormed out of the room.
As he made his way down the long hall, he slowly began to get angry. Why did I hire bodyguards in the first place? They're just idiots sitting around watching CCTV or drinking beer while watching stupid sports games.
They're just useless garbage scattered all over the house.
Look at these idiots. Chase, standing in the kitchen doorway, gritted his teeth. The surplus labor force, as he had expected, was playing around.
Josh had a cup of coffee in hand. Chase leaned against the panels and looked at the back of Josh's head, his forehead furrowed in irritation.
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Ah.
Josh sighed and looked out into the garden. The meal was almost finished, and he had ground his own beans to pour a hot cup of coffee. There was still time before his shift. Josh thought as he sipped his coffee. After a long time, that relaxed morning wasn't bad. I'll call Peter.
He had seen the boy's face the day before and was already heartbroken with longing. Wanting to hear his voice, he rushed to find his cell phone.
"Hey."
Hearing the cold voice suddenly, Josh reflexively turned. The moment he saw the man leaning against the panel, he was startled. Chase stared at him. In the unexpected situation, Josh just blinked. Belatedly, he tried to find something to say, but nothing occurred to him. His head was full of Peter, and something else quickly filled him. There was a heavy silence. Somehow, Chase looked at him without saying a word. After a long time, Josh managed to open his mouth first:
"Well… can I do something for you?"
Instead of responding, Chase looked at his long limbs, a slim figure with muscles that stretched, as if there wasn't an ounce of fat. Unconsciously, his brow furrowed. Why is this man acting as a bodyguard with that face?
"…?"
Josh tilted his head, as if waiting for an answer, since Chase was just staring at him in silence. Chase didn't like his reaction either. But when he finally opened his mouth, something completely different came out than he had intended.
"Why isn't anyone answering the phone, you fucking bastards?"
You can't ask. Chase wanted to bite his tongue.
"Ah," Josh said then, convincingly, with a short exclamation. Chase didn't like the answer, but Josh didn't notice.
That is why he came here.
He hastily opened his mouth as soon as he realized why.
"I guess we haven't heard it. What do you need?"
Chase replied with a still frowning face.
"Eat."
"Ah?" Josh asked reflexively and regretted it.
Immediately after, a fist flew against the panel, but Chase was still standing there for some reason. He was just looking at Josh with bloodshot eyes.
"I want to eat. Can't you speak English? Are your ears just ornaments?"
Josh frowned at the unrelenting sarcasm but held back. In any case, he was just an employee.
"I'll prepare it."
Josh responded as neutrally as possible, then turned around. Chase didn't move, remaining still. Ignoring him as if he wasn't being watched, Josh hesitated before taking out the prepared plate and putting it in the microwave. Setting the time as written and pressing the button would complete everything. But the green beans on the plate made him hesitate. Chase hated beans too. When he imagined a dish consisting only of beans, he immediately thought of Peter. Why did they look alike in something like that?
"…What are you doing?"
Chase asked. This time, he was truly taken aback. But Josh didn't look back and quickly rummaged through the fridge, pulling out the ingredients he needed. With a thud, he closed the door. When he turned his head and looked at Chase, his face wasn't upset.
"I'm preparing a meal, of course."
Chase raised an eyebrow suspiciously at his smiling face.
"You're not trying to poison me, are you?"
"What?"
Unconsciously, Josh asked again. But Chase was serious. Josh let out a short laugh.
"If I wanted to poison you, I would've done it sooner."
"Or you could be taking the opportunity to do it yourself now."
Josh smiled sincerely at Chase, who didn't let go of his suspicions. Chase fixed his gaze on him. Josh stretched one arm in a graceful arc and leaned back slightly.
"You have given me a chance for glory, Master. Would you like the poison on your steak or your fork? Choose according to your taste."
Despite the obvious sarcasm, Chase didn't feel insulted. Anyone else would have laughed. Chase himself was unsettled by the strange sense of ease. What's wrong with this guy?
On Chase's puzzled face, Josh was still smiling as he turned around. If poisoning was the plan, it would be more effective to do it so subtly that no one would suspect a thing.
Why can't this guy understand a simple joke?
As he grilled the meat, made the sauce, and blanched the vegetables, Chase remained still. Josh knew Chase's gaze lingered on him, but he completely ignored it. If he couldn't make a meal with Peter on his shoulders, Josh would at least imagine the boy sitting at a chair, watching him with longing eyes. That was much harder to ignore. Compared to that, the gaze of an arrogant grown man was nothing.
A smile came out spontaneously when he thought of Peter, who would have drooled from his open mouth, completely absorbed in watching him. When he smiled casually, Chase suddenly spat:
"What's so funny?"
Josh stopped. Chase caught the shift immediately, but he was lucky there was a boundary. Josh ignored the question in accordance with protocol.
"Here."
Chase opened his mouth again, his voice carrying an underlying tension.
"Are you ignoring me?"
It seemed like the correct assumption. He had been told to refrain from violence under the terms of the new contract, but how long would he stick to it? If he pushed the wrong buttons, he'd be the only one at a loss. He didn't want to test Chase's fists, which were surprisingly strong. Josh made up his mind and responded:
"There's a clause that says: 'Don't answer, even if I'm talking to you.' I just followed the contract."
"Who says that every time? Doesn't it even make sense? You're supposed to talk when needed, idiot. Don't you think at all?"
Chase was more talkative than usual, seemingly angry. And yet, there wasn't a single kind word.
Josh had to take a deep breath to contain his anger. He thought about beating the bastard up and going to jail, but then Peter's face came to mind, and he had no choice but to endure. Instead, he responded with a professional smile.
"I'm sorry. I'll make better judgments next time."
Chase looked at him without saying a word.
Josh lied.
"I remembered the comedy show I saw last time. It didn't mean much."
He quickly changed his words in case he was caught again.
"What should I prepare for your drink? Water, sparkling water, or…"
"Listen…"
"Yes?"
Josh responded quickly this time. Chase spoke immediately.
"Noisy."
Josh shut his mouth and quickly set the table, pretending not to hear him. Chase continued staring as Josh set the perfectly prepared plate down. Josh ignored him, retrieved a bottle of wine from the cellar, removed the cork, and filled a glass before stepping back with a polite smile.
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"Let's eat, Mr. Miller."
Chase hesitated for a moment before finally stepping forward.
"We are going to eat, Mr. Miller."
Chase looked at Josh for a moment without saying a word. Josh smiled again. Chase, who hadn't moved until then, finally did. In just a few steps, he reached the table through the spacious interior. Just as Chase was about to sit down in a chair, Josh suddenly widened his eyes and said:
"Oh, no."
As Chase scowled and watched, Josh immediately turned and came back with a small frying pan. With a bright smile in Chase's direction, he poured what was in the pan over the steak—it was well-cooked green beans.
"…"
"Let's eat, Sir Miller."
Chase just stared at the plate without saying anything. It was only after a few seconds that his gaze slowly moved to Josh, who smiled brightly.
"I forgot to put the poison in."
Chase's face grew grimmer. Josh, however, added nonchalantly:
"Enjoy your food. Maybe after taking the poison, your temper will die too."
"…"
Josh, having said that, quickly pulled the chair back, just as he used to do with his friends on a date. He had a prettier face and a tougher temperament than anyone he'd ever dated. Thinking inwardly, he waited for Chase to sit down. For one thing, his heart was pounding, not knowing how Chase would react. Chase looked at the plate. All he could see was a handful of beans; the meat was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, Chase moved. Josh thought he was going to throw the plate at him, but instead, he simply walked around the table toward the chair where Josh was waiting. He seemed to pause for a moment. Just as Josh began to feel a slight disappointment, Chase suddenly grabbed his arm.
"… ?"
Josh looked at Chase in surprise at the unexpected situation. Chase was watching him silently. Josh swallowed dryly. He knew very well who the man in front of him was. The fact that he had to leave before being found out loomed over him. Unfortunately, his body refused to move. Josh stopped breathing and just stared at Chase, as if trapped.
It really seemed crazy. Was this even a human expression?
"Ah."
Chase sighed softly. At the same time, Josh seemed to hear a faint, forgotten melody of chocolate. The cute blond boy had grown up well and was standing in front of him. He had dreamed of kissing that boy every night. He had once had an awkward love affair with someone so much smaller and more beautiful than himself. The boy was no longer there, but his heart was still pounding—as if he had become that little boy again. Chase's long lashes lifted and fell slowly before Josh's eyes. Those unfocused purple eyes disappeared for a moment before returning.
"You," Chase whispered, his voice as sweet as his face, "do you really want to die?"
He was smiling. His hand gripped Josh's wrist, as if he truly meant to strangle him.
The pressure increased. Soon, Josh's fingertips and arms trembled. Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off Chase.
He answered with difficulty:
"No."
"Then what is this? You really don't want to die, do you?"
Chase's voice dropped even lower, his patience reaching its limit. At this rate, he truly considered beating Josh to death. In the tense atmosphere, Josh cracked a joke.
"I'd go crazy if you killed me in bed."
"…"
As soon as Josh saw Chase's expression, he realized his joke had fallen flat. I'm going to die in the kitchen, not in bed. The thought crossed his mind quickly.
"Ah…"
Chase gritted his teeth and winced. The moment Josh saw his hand rise, he reflexively closed his eyes. If it ended in just a slap, he'd be lucky.
"…"
After counting to ten internally, Josh was forced to open his eyes. Chase was staring at him. His hand was still in the air. Josh blinked in confusion. What's wrong with this guy? Somehow, Chase just looked at him with a frown. Josh hesitated, opening his mouth but unable to make a sound. Somehow, the two of them were standing so close that they could feel each other's breath. Neither of them made the first move to back away. Unaware of Chase's intentions, Josh simply met his gaze.
Chase slowly leaned in, but Josh didn't notice. It was only when he heard deep breathing that his entire body stiffened belatedly. Chase was smelling him. By this time, Josh's mind had gone blank. He had to push him away, but his body refused to move.
Maybe I'm exaggerating.
Did he take his medicine before? Was it yesterday? He hadn't eaten yet today, had he? He couldn't remember. Okay, maybe I have a faint scent. That's all. Josh tried to console himself. Normally, he skipped his medication often, but no one ever noticed. He even forgot he was an Omega—except during his heat cycle. There was no other way to tell.
"Mr. Miller." Josh struggled to open his mouth. "Do you mind if I go now?"
Chase stopped moving but didn't respond. Josh's nerves were on edge, his heart about to explode. Chase remained silent for a long time, frowning deeply. Josh had no idea what the hell he was thinking. Then, suddenly, Chase released his grip on Josh's wrist and stepped back. Chase frowned, as if about to say something, but Josh quickly smiled.
"Then I'll go, Mr. Miller."
And he hastily disappeared as if fleeing. Left alone, Chase stood there for a while, staring in the direction Josh had gone. His brow remained furrowed. A forgotten dream haunted him. Irritated, he ran a hand through his hair.
I must be wrong to think he looks like him.