The air outside was crisp, almost freezing.
I took a long swig of my cigarette as I waited outside for my car.
The conversation with Miss Jia Li played on repeat in my mind.
Was Lang really involved in an accident? Or was I just barking at the wrong tree.
I had to get to the bottom of it.
After a few seconds of waiting , the valet approached with my car. He parked a few feet away from me, getting out to hand me my keys.
I nodded and handed him one red note as a tip, to which his face beamed.
I got into my car, turning on the engine and the AC. Then quickly, connected my phone to the Bluetooth.
I checked the time. It was 23:08 pm.
Not too late. Right?
Cool air from the AC surrounded me as I eased my car out of the driveway, onto the Main Street. My fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as I contemplated.
Should I call now? Or should I wait?
I mean, what were the chances that it was really Lang's car? Our meet up spot wasn't anywhere near this area, so what would he have possibly been doing here?
Then again, white hair, purple eyes and lavender scent. Two could just be a coincidence, but three?!
With a groan, I tapped on the number quietly listening to the beeps as my call went through. On the second ring, the person answered.
"Chen Yu." His calculated response rang though my car's speaker. There was no sign of sleep in his voice, although I doubted that was anything to go by.
I cleared my throat. Quickly I thought of something to ask him without giving away my motive. " Quick question, what's the color of Feng Lang's car?"
There was a moment of silence, followed by a short sigh, then his irritated voice answered, "Mr Zhen, it's past my work hours. If there's nothing else of… importance—"
An asshole, just like his boss.
"Wait wait!" I stopped him before he could end the call. "I just saw a car that looks like his at a venue I'm trying to enter. You know what happens when the two of us cross paths…" That seemed to have convinced him because after a beat, he spoke.
"What car is it?" I thought quickly. Which car would he use that day? He was in town for work purposes, and was driving himself.
"The Audi A8 L. The one he uses for work." I blurted out, silently praying that I got it right.
"You're clear." He said, not a second later. My brow quirked.
"How are you so sure? I didn't even tell you the color." I pried some more.
"His was sent to the garage this afternoon." Came his clipped reply.
"It was? What happened to it?" He went silent, and I knew my question quota was up for the night. I held in my breath as I waited for his response.
"Mr Zhen, you're asking a lot of questions." I rolled my eyes, not bothering to say another word.
"…"
"If that's all then," he spoke "Goodnight, Mr Zhen." The line clicked before I could react.
I hated that prick of a PA.
I let out a sigh, digesting the information I had gathered. It was safe now to assume that Lang's car was the one from the accident.
Now, the closest way to finding answers was the lavender scented A-Gen Omega called Ren.
Countless lights passed me by as I drove to my destination,—from streetlights, cars, buildings—adding to the evening scenery of the mainland. All of which made the stars in the sky seem nonexistent.
Soon, the long line of trees leading to the mansion came into view, and immediately, all thoughts of Feng Lang cleared out of my mind.
I carefully pulled into the garage, turning off my car's engine. All the lights in the house were out, save for one room on the first floor.
As I made my way to the main house, Excitement spread out my entire body. I couldn't stop the smile that colored my face, or the army of insects that swarm the insides of my stomach. I quickened my steps.
I checked the watch around my wrist. 23:34 pm.
The sound of my footsteps echoed through the quiet halls as I walked up the stairs leading to the bedroom. I slowly pried open the door, poking my head through.
The man on the bed had his back to me. Even in his sleep, he was meticulous. His chest heaved and fell in a calculated rhythm.
His hair rested effortlessly on his pillow, a delightful tangle. I couldn't tell how long I lingered at the door, simply gazing at him. Time seemed to slip away whenever he was involved.
I slid into the room with as little noise as possible, trying my best not to wake him up. Carefully, I sealed the door shut with a click—
"It's past eleven."
My breath caught in my throat. I snapped in the direction of the voice. Eyes wide.
"I told you to stay out if you're going to come after your curfew." He continued, sitting up on the bed and leaning his back on the headboard. His even voice betrayed not a slight hint of sleepiness.
And yet, you left the bedroom light on. I said, when my racing heart settled. In my head, of course. I wouldn't dare say it out loud.
His stoic face assessed me, his eyes traveling from the hairs on my head to the shoes on my feet. I knew he was only doing it out of curiosity, but I couldn't help the heat that travelled down my body. The way his lips moved when he spoke. The way his Adam's apple bopped when he swallowed. How I itched to have my tongue around that tiny ball. Just a taste. My hands through that thick mass of hair. My teeth biting those firm lips of his while he writhed—
"… "
"What?" I asked, snapping back into reality when I realized he was speaking. I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet to conceal the emerging bulge in my trousers.
He frowned, not appreciating the fact that he had to repeat himself. "I said you smell like honey." He replied coolly.
Quickly, I took a whiff of the sleeve of my suit jacket and true to his words, I did smell like honey. Fuck! I cursed underneath my breath, looking at him apologetically.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize—"
"It's fine." He cut me off sharply. Just go wash it off.
Without another word, he turned around, lying on his side of the bed with his back facing me. Like he was when I first came in.
I stood in my spot for a while, guilt ridden. I never wanted to do any wrong in his eyes. Crestfallen, I dragged myself to the bathroom, stripping naked and dumping my clothes directly into the washer.
I poured in more than half of the content of the detergent bottle, making sure not to leave any lingering honey scent.
After that, I stepped into the shower. I scrubbed my body thoroughly, until my skin was raw, washing away all traces of the evening I had.
I re-entered the bedroom with a towel around my waist, to find him already asleep. I spent a few seconds gazing at his peaceful state, again, then slipped into something comfortable—A pair of black silk trousers and long sleeved top.
Once fully clothed took a deep breath, relief filling me when I smelled my natural scent. I climbed onto the bed.
I wanted to feel him. So I scooted closer, closing the distance between us. In my position, I could smell his rich scent, which was something between freshly brewed coffee and hot chocolate.
I took in a deep breath and melted, barely holding back a growl. Without thinking, I wrapped my arm around his torso, throwing my leg across his waist.
He stiffened at first, and I did same. But after a few seconds, he relaxed. Neither of us said a word as I buried my nose into his hair, taking a big whiff, feeling all the knots in my body untangle.
I know I shouldn't feel this way. I know I shouldn't want you this much. It's wrong, we're both alphas. But fuck! I can't help it. I can't control this yearning. To have you. All of you. To make you mine.
Forgive me.
For this burden .
I promise I won't expect you to feel the same towards me. I'll suffer alone with my forbidden desires. I would rather die than put you in a difficult position.
Just having you by my side is enough. As a … Friend. It should be enough. It will be enough. I promise, Yichen.
My anchor.
I snuggled deeper into his back, wrapping myself tighter around him as my breathing matched his. Eventually, the promise of a coffee and chocolate filled sleep beckoned me, and slowly, I succumbed to the darkness.