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Aidan stopped chewing on his hitherto manicured nail when he felt the metallic-tasting viscous liquid in his mouth. What was missing. He sighed and just a hint of concern left him.

- Is something wrong? - The driver of the taxi he had taken when leaving the company seemed worried about his anxiety attack.

he gently nodded

-I'm fine thanks, just a little stressed- that man must be a beta, balanced and respectful.

He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes hoping to get home as soon as possible. He had turned off his cell phone so anyone who called him would be worried, after all he was a person used to answering even at dawn. He didn't care now, recent events were still on his mind and his body's reaction to the intimate closeness he'd had with the president still made the back of his neck throb. And more worryingly, his anus throbbed uncomfortably.

What infuriated him most was his physical response. He had been with Hans for a long time and he could swea