BLUE EYED SUPPRESSANT 🚫18+

“Director! Director!”

"Huh—ugh..." Kelvin groaned.

His head felt heavy, as if a massive weight was placed on his neck.

He forced his eyes open again and saw Julia's worried dark brown gaze peering into his. She wore a thick nose mask.

“Julia…” his voice cracked.

She helped him sit upright and handed him a bottle of water.

She watched intently as he drank the water and handed the empty bottle back to her.

He looked around and let out a long sigh of relief when he realized they were in the back seat of his black SUV.

Julia sighed as well.

She had rushed into the boardroom the moment she got a call from Secretary Dean that Kelvin had collapsed during the meeting.

With the help of another secretary, she had carried him to the car and administered a suppressant injection.

He would flip out the moment he found out, but it was the only way to stabilize his heat and prevent his pheromones from spreading and attracting unwanted attention.

“The board meeting has ended. the Chairman removed you from the construction board and…” She tried reminding him of the content of the meeting.

Kelvin spotted the used syringe in the center console.

He stared at it with a tired, exhausted gaze and sank back into his seat.

She probably had no choice. In the ten good years that Julia had worked with him, this was the first time something like this had happened.

She must have been scared.

He would have to face the consequences. That suppressant was only meant to be used in dire situations—when his pheromones were completely out of control. He wouldn’t be able to step out for days; the aftermath would leave him nearly paralyzed.

Fuck! Today might as well be called Hell's open day.

Everything he had worked hard for in the past few months suddenly came crumbling down, leaving him feeling like absolute shit.

He lost his position on the construction board, sending him back to square one.

If he had secured the Cyanril City Haven project, he would have been one step closer to achieving his goals.

The moment he finds the unfortunate soul behind this whole scheme, he would stop at nothing to get back at them.

They arrived at his apartment parking lot at exactly 6:45 p.m. According to Julia, it had been two hours since she injected him with the suppressant.

The effects would wear off in thirty minutes. “Julia, thanks for today.” He cleared his throat.

The entire car reeked of his pheromones. She must have been uncomfortable.

He should hurry and send her home.

“You’re welcome, Director. I’ll take the car for a wash, then clock out at exactly 7:30 p.m.”

She glanced at her wristwatch. Julia was working overtime, and he was deeply grateful.

“Get some rest, Director.” She gave a slight bow.

As he walked to the elevator, she got into the car and drove off.

The moment Kelvin entered his apartment, he stripped off his clothes and headed straight for the shower. He stepped into the tub and let the water spray directly onto his face.

The water was cool and comforting, streaming down his lean, muscled body, washing away the stench that had clung to him for hours.

If only it could wash away his misery too. He wished he could stay longer in the only place that had been kind to him today—the shower.

He let out a reluctant sigh and turned off the water. Then stepped out to have dinner. In the next twenty minutes, the suppressant would wear off.

It would be best for him to be in bed by then.

Kelvin had a lot on his mind as he ate his dinner.

Going through his heat alone would be agonizing, especially after taking a suppressant shot.

his doctor had constantly reminded him of the dangers of going through his heat alone, and that years of suppressant use had weakened his body and made his heat cycles more intense.

He sighed as his body temperature spiked again—for the second time that day.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and a damp heat gathered between his thighs.

He picked up his phone and hurriedly dialed a number. It rang continuously before redirecting him to voicemail.

He dialed it two more times.

The response was the same.

“Hah… what was I even hoping for?” Kelvin muttered, tossing the phone aside.

He headed for his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

His vision began to blur as the heat intensified, shooting through his entire body.

Tossing and turning on the bed, Kelvin groaned in pain.

He slipped his hand between his legs and let two fingers into his soaked hole. It wasn't enough. He needed more.

Something bigger.

He added a third finger, swiftly stroking his throbbing cock along, but it still wasn't enough.

“Fuck..ngh..” he cried out.

The doorbell rang.

He paused.

*What was that?*

Then he ignored it. The doorbell rang again, louder this time.

“Shit! What the hell is that?!” he snapped, trying to stand, but his legs gave out and he fell back onto the bed.

Who would come at this hour? Work was over, and Julia had already clocked out. Who else could it be?

“Hah… must be Max. He’s finally here…” he muttered.

He staggered downstairs to the living room, his vision blurred as the floor spun beneath him.

The doorbell kept ringing nonstop.

Kelvin opened the door and was met with an unfamiliar face.

A pair of bright blue eyes stared back at him. He shook his head. Maybe he was seeing things.

“Not… Max…?” His head spun once more, and he collapsed into the stranger’s arms.

“Excuse me, sir?” The stranger stiffened in shock and tried to push him away, but Kelvin’s grip was surprisingly tight as he clung to him, breathing unevenly.

“He doesn’t reek…” Kelvin muttered faintly.

“Huh? What did you say? Are you okay, sir?” the stranger asked, concern laced into his voice as he began to realize the Omega was in heat.

Kelvin mustered what little strength he had left, pulled the stranger inside

—And shut the door.