YOU'RE KIND OF CREEPY.

Tristan Wells's sleepy blue eyes fluttered open, and he peeped around for a while.

The draped room was quiet and cool.

The peculiar beige curtains.

The soft and silky sheets.

Everything was unfamiliar around him, until his gaze fell on the man who was sound asleep by his side.

Although he tried not to move, he couldn't control his heart from doing a flip, at the sight of the sleeping Omega who purred like a tired cat in his arms.

Tristan's face reddened a bit as he reminisced about last night's encounter.

What a surprise. Never had he imagined his first time would be with such a pretty Omega.

Smiling to himself, he adjusted a bit and tried to cuddle his sleeping partner, but the man, who had woken up, forcefully pushed him, and he found himself on the floor with a loud thud.

“Hello dear, Good…d morning…” Tristan smiled up at him with worried eyes.

Was he angry? Or hungry?

“Good morning…” Kelvin sighed and looked down at the naked lad crouching on the floor.

“Don't speak to me informally. It's rude”

His morning voice was so sexy. Even his disheveled bed hair was so adorable that Tristan badly wanted to arrange them, but he lowered his gaze and scurried around for his clothes.

What a fool he was. They were complete strangers, yet he was calling him beautiful sir already.

He should have known better and been more responsible.

What's the next thing to do? Breakfast?

No. He should try asking for his name first.

Kelvin, who was now in his pajama pants, was observing the young man go through a self-learning session in his head.

He sighed again and lit a cigarette he had taken from the nightstand.

Even though he was as distraught as him, he needed to be calm and handle the situation carefully.

“Come closer.”

“Oh? O…okay.” He moved towards Kelvin and sat on the bed again.

“What's your name?”

“Tristan Wells.” He smiled a bit.

“I’m Kelvin Holmes.”

Getting a closer look at him, Kelvin noticed he had a beauty mole below his right lower eyelid. And his lashes were unusually long for a guy like…

That's right! This fucker tried to knot him last night.

“What the hell were you trying to do to me last night? Are you an Alpha?!”

If he is, then it's gonna be a shit show because they had been at it throughout the weekend without a condom. Not to talk about the knotting.

“Yeah…” Tristan tried avoiding his gaze.

This little shit. He definitely knotted him while pretending to be a Beta.

“Fuck. You knew I was in heat, right?”

He nodded his shaggy hair.

“Then why did you pretend to be a Beta?”

Kelvin blew smoke at the ceiling.

It's a thing for Alphas to announce their presence with their pheromones, especially the dominants. They do it to intimidate the lower secondary genders. But this one, somehow hid his scent the entire time they were having sex.

What a strange Alpha.

“I didn't. I was wearing a pheromone patch when we met…” Tristan tried to explain.

He didn't mean to pretend. He had forgotten about the patch on the back of his neck until Kelvin had asked for his pheromones. The moment he took it off, his rut had worsen.

The patches were prescribed for him to wear on Fridays and Saturdays so he could visit his sickly Omega sister at Cyanril City Hospital today.

“Why the fuck were you…?! No, never mind.” Kelvin sighed again and coughed.

This conversation was messing with his head.

“How old are you?” he continued anyway.

“Twenty-three.” Tristan already felt the rage coming as he flinched in advance.

“What?! Shit!” He spat out the cigarette he had in his lips.

the hell?! A twenty-three-year-old?!

He had thought the lad was young but not—that young.

Kelvin shook his head. he Couldn't believe he slept with some college kid at his age.

“Hahaha, what college are you in, kid?”

Must be in his finals or a grad student?

Fuck. If word gets out, the tabloids definitely would eat this up.

Dirty private life of the Blue Dreams Director: he warms his bed with college younglings. —Would make a juicy heading for real.

“Kelvin, I'm not a college student.” He drew closer, causing Kelvin to jolt backward in surprise.

“Why…?” Kelvin stuttered a bit. The lad was too close, and he could get a whiff of his minty scent.

“Not yet, I'm still saving up,” he answered. Even though that might be different from the original reason.

“Hah… Good kid. You should go to college and be a good citizen.”

What to do now? He shouldn't get entangled with some stray fellow. He's really young and shouldn't live like this.

Tristan had a small grin on his face.

He liked this man and wanted to be closer to him.

What does he do for a living? He does have a partner, right? No sane Alpha would leave their partner stranded during an intense heat cycle.

Especially someone as beautiful as Kelvin Holmes.

“Tristan Wells, nice to meet you, and thanks for last night.”

“No problem at all…” Tristan blushed and looked away shyly, fiddling with his fingers.

Last night was his first time. It felt really good, and he wouldn't mind taking a step further in this relationsh—

“Here. You should leave now.”

Kelvin shoved at him a few wads of money that he collected from his nightstand.

"it's fine... haha I don't need—"

Shocked, Tristan stood up and extended his hand.

He was confused. Why was this beautiful sir trying to give him money?

He wanted him to leave too. What did he do wrong?

His heart sank at the thought of leaving this place, but he followed Kelvin downstairs anyway.

At the door, Kelvin handed him the delivery pack he brought last night.

“Ahh. It's yours, beau—”

“It's not mine.”

“Huh?... But the address said—”

“Wrong address, kid.”

Tristan had a good look at the tag.

It was really not Kelvin Holmes's apartment.

Kelvin opened the door and shoved him out.

“Wait. Kelvin!”

He paused.

“can I at least get Your number?”

“No.”

“When are we meeting again?”

“We are not meeting again, Tristan Wells.”

“But beautiful sir—”

Tristan felt sick to his stomach. Did he say something wrong? Is that why this person was driving him away?

“One last thing, kid. Don't go around calling random people 'beautiful'. It's kind of creepy.”

With that, Kelvin slammed the door shut.

It's past 8 a.m. Secretary Kang will be here any second.

“Hahh…” he sighed for the umpteenth time this morning. Hopefully, she doesn't run into Tristan wells.

Lazily, he dragged his feet upstairs to have his bath and get ready for the office.

*****

“Director… Director!” Min Yul's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh… go on.” He pinched the skin between his brows.

She was reading to him a report about the meeting they'll be attending in the next hour, but his mind had wandered off to the headspace it's been visiting, since the beginning of the day.

Kelvin couldn't deny the fact that he had enjoyed the sex. Though he was disgusted by the knotting, his whole body was aching seriously. At the same time, the air around him felt refreshing, and it was easier to breathe.

“Director , did something good happen over the weekend? It's rare to see you in a good mood on a Monday.” She was concerned.

-I got fucked senseless by a youngling with a massive cock-

He wanted to say that but decided to save Min Yul from a heart attack.

“Not really… continue.” He lazily spun his chair from side to side.

She resumed her report, only to be interrupted by the buzzing sound of a phone.

“Who's it?”

“president Hawthorne.”

“Ignore it.”

“Okay, sir.”

It rang a few times, then a knock preceded until Secretary Kang went for the door.

“What's keeping my baby so busy he can't pick up the phone?”