Seven.

Winston's pov 

“Why did you leave early?” Xavier asked, his voice booming through the speaker of my phone.

I closed the fridge as I walked back to the kitchen table where my phone is, “I saw someone I knew and we left together” I lied,

“Someone you know or someone you were hooking up with?” Xavier asked, his tone was playful.

“Hmm” 

I opened my suppressant pills bottle and swallowed two before downing a bottle of water.

Xavier laughed, “Whose is she or he?’

“Mind your business, Xavier” I told him, I knew he would brush it off. “You're going to see Martin right?”

“Yeah…you?” Xavier answered,

“I will soon be on my way, I am leaving early though. I have somewhere to be” I replied.

My phone buzzed.

And I saw a text.

Orson.

I texted him after spending two hours contemplating if I should text him.

I need to know if he is not outing me.

“Can I call you back?” I asked Xavier,

“Sure”

The call ended and I clicked on the text message.

His reply was the address of the hotel he was staying in.

I had texted him on one of his social media accounts, I was surprised he answered that fast.

I let out a groan, my fingers pulling through my hair.

I hope it goes well.

I arrived at Martin’s place, and when he opened that door he was smiling. Even though he was limping.

I looked down at his injured leg, “Orson did you bad” 

He laughed, “Come in”

I entered.

“I thought you aren't going to come after Xavier told me you disappeared, guess you have fun” Martin smiled,

“Yeah..” my hands sliding into my jean pockets, “How is your leg?”

“Better, I feel it healing. It just took longer than normal, I should get the cast off by evening” Xavier said,

We moved further into his place and sat on his couch.

“I am happy we won” Martin said,

I nodded with a smile.

“I wished you joined us for celebration” I told him, “Everyone was drinking real fast, You would have controlled them”

Martin laughed.

“Will you join me for lunch?” Martin asked,

Then my phone buzzed.

“I am sorry…hold on” I said as I reached for my phone.

I turned on my phone. It was a text from an unknown number.

                                        Unknown number 

                                         Don't be late.

I frowned.

Who is this?

I glanced at Martin, “I need to reply to a text”

Martin smiled, “No problem”

                                                              Me

                                              Who are you?

I placed my phone next to me, “What were you saying?”

“Can we have lunch together?” Martin asked,

Then my phone buzzed again.

“Sorry” I laughed, “Let me answer this real quick” 

I picked up my phone,

                                        Unknown number 

                                 Ouch… it's Orson, it's 

                               hurts that you couldn't              

                             guess who it is.

My eyes widened, I looked at Martin who was smiling.

                                                            Me

                                        How did you get 

                                        my number?

His reply came fast.

                                      

                                        Unknown number 

                           I have my own resources, 

                           stop asking questions 

                           and get your a*s here if

                           I really want to talk.

“Rude,” I said out loud.

“Who are you texting?” Martin asked, I looked up at him.

“No one important” I answered,

                                        Unknown number

                                   Don't waste my time,

                                  Crowley. Get here

                                  before I change my 

                                  mind.

Why is he talking to me like that?

                                 

I turned to Martin, “Can we have lunch another day?”

I stood up, I needed to get there and he changed his mind.

“I apologized”

“Nah, it's okay” Martin brushed off, 

“See you later,” I said, making my way out of Martin's place.

••••

I arrived in front of the hotel where l left just early today, I stopped my car in the parking lot.

I took out my phone and texted Orson,

                                                           Me

                                                     I'm here.

He reads it too fast like he was expecting me to text.

                                        Unknown number

                                 Good, come in. Room 

                                 413.

I let out a sigh and walked into the hotel, making my way into the elevator.

My heart starts to beat fast as memories of last night rushed, heat rushed to my neck and face.

I could tell that I was already red, and the elevator door opened.

I stepped out and made my way to room 413, my head lowered when I saw some coming.

I stopped in front of Orson's suit, I raised my hand slowly to knock but then the door opened itself.

Orson was the one who opened it.

“Crowley” he called,

“Hey”

“Come in” he smiled like he had not been talking to me rudely. He stepped aside as I passed him.

I heard him sniffing.

“You smell like Martin,” Orson said, his voice dropping.

I turned to him, “I visited him” 

“Hmm, you visited your previous friend when you had to meet me?” Orson said, stepping closer.

His tone was possessive.

I frowned.

Stepping backwards, “Yeah, he was injured. Thanks to you”

Orson smiled. He stopped walking towards me. He looked so proud of what he had done.

“Glad that I did, Do Martin know you're an omega?” Orson asked,

“Really?” I looked at him in disbelief,

“Answer the question” he said, our gaze met. I felt compelled to answer him.

“He doesn't, that's why it's a secret” I answered, my voice softened. “look I don't want to argue with you”

“I am not arguing with you” 

“I want us to put our rival aside, please keep my secret” I said, my tone pleading.

His eyes roamed on me, something flashed in his eyes as he walked to the couch and sat.

My cheeks warmed.

“Okay, but I am still curious why you kept it a secret” Orson said,

I let out a sigh, “That's personal”

“Personal?”

“Yes,” I answered,

Olson sat up, “Alright Crowley, I will keep your precious secret but I

want something in return”

What would he possibly want from me?

“Can you do what I want?”

“Yeah…I can. What can you possibly want from me?” I chuckled, we hated each other so…

“We should keep f**king”

“What?!”