FIVE|| The Aronohai Miyamura

“Wow”. She’s poking me. “You’re actually nesting, he’s stressed you that much?”.

“Please leave me alone”. Sakura keeps poking me.

“It’s just day one”. Another poke. “He has you stress nesting already”. The useless chit giggles. “You’re so fucked”.

Yes, I truly am so fucked.

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I walked to the doors of HQ confidently…then my confidence disappeared so I decided to bail. There’s nothing wrong with running away when you’re outclassed.

Apparently the bastard anticipated this too, because the next thing I know, I’m swarmed by all these men in shiny black suits with comms hanging from their ears chanting some ‘code 445’ bullshit surround me like they’re trying to sacrifice me.

It’s unnerving.

Then they herd me into the building, up the elevator— and right to the front of The Superior Bastard’s office, where there’s a large desk, chair, and other work tools set up.

The fuck is this?

Someone pushes some things into my hands, and then they all disappear like ghosts. Fuck no.

Can they please come back and teach me how to do that?

“Pulling a Cinderella, Sorahiko?”. Holy fucking shit.

Since when? Since when has he been standing there? I didn't sense anyone behind me.

A poke at the back of my head. Two pokes. Three pokes, “You know, ignoring your boss would be bad for your work life, Sorahiko”. He leans in closer, so close I can feel his breath at the back of my head.

“Turn around and look at me”. Well since he asked all threateningly like that, who am I to say no?.

I turn, all bright smiles and wide shiny eyes. “Good morning Mr Aronohai, I hope you had a wonderful night”, I increase the intensity of my smile and channel all the good zen I have into it.

“I’m so honored to be working with you, Mr Aronohai!”. There, how’d you like that? You can’t get to me if there’s nothing to get to.

The major problem in my life stands there staring at me, looking completely unruffled. And kind of good too.

I didn’t know suits could look that good on a man. It’s a good thing that his personality is so shitty. It grounds me.

While I stand there, my arms ache from holding up the weird shit those ghosts shoved into my hands before disappearing.

He tilts his head to the side, and he’s studying me again.

He snaps his fingers then straightens up to peer down at me. “You’re going for the ‘kill them with kindness’ approach, aren’t you?”. He’s smiling like a mental health reject. I hate him.

I just got here and I already hate him.

I had to go G****e him and hunt for all his social media pages to scour through just to know the type of person he is.

No, I do not live under a rock. I know who he is, I just do not know him like that.

Let me say it— social media is useless. It was all thirst comments under his posts and fan accounts for him and his sister. The fan accounts actually go to war for them, against each other most times. And they’re freaking blood thirsty.

I honestly didn’t even know he had a sister— a twin at that. I made it my life’s motto to stay out of celebrity alpha business.

Now look at me.

I mean this dude could post the picture of the sky and some random person would comment ‘I’d love to go sky watching, you can watch the sky while I slurp on your xxxx, then while I’m slurping on it, you can hold my head and xxxx me so hard I…’.

That shit was so nasty— I had to go check out the dude that commented that shit. After intense sleuthing, it turned out to be an alpha.

An alpha! This man actually has thirsty fans from all designations— Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.

Alphas would kill you if you even try to suggest them pleasuring their omega mates— their favorite excuse being, ‘They get enough pleasure from being with an alpha’.

Yet, they all congregate in Miyamura Aronohai’s comment section, behaving like they need to be spayed.

I wonder how they’ll act if they see the twisted face he makes when he acts like a total sadist. Who am I kidding? They’d still hop on his dick.

I literally found nothing on Bastard, he just posts whatever he finds interesting, that’s all. So I made this whole foolproof plan around that saying, ‘kill them with kindness’. And here I am, getting figured out within the first two minutes.

Fuck that.

“Besides, that approach died the moment you tried to run away”. His smile drops, his pheromones spike in irritation. “I can’t believe you’d do something so stupid Sorahiko, though, I guess I should’ve expected that, after all, I did prepare for it”.

I will privately throw a fuss over him calling me stupid later. Right now, we’re in dangerous territory.

Alphas don’t like to chase people, except their mates, even in the metaphorical sense. Their instincts are wired to lead, not chase. So maybe I shouldn’t have tried to bail.

I turn and quickly drop the…now that I’m looking at it, is that a new phone? Is that an actual tablet from Hxx?— no, I will get back to these later.

I drop them on the table immediately and turn back to face Bastard, whose eyes are…already darkening. Shit.

“I had a cramp”.

“A cramp?”. He pronounces the words slowly, like he’s marveling at my stupidity. This is honestly the best I can do— Can’t a man have a perfectly working fear receptor?.

“Yes, a cramp”. He blinks, and I blink back. “I had a cramp on the bus so I wanted to shake my legs a bit before coming in”.

The key to lying is not to keep a straight face. Fidget, blush a bit, look awkward as hell, avoid eye contact— And don’t give them a chance to figure you out.

“Huh”. Did he just ‘huh’?. “Not bad…”

Huh?

“Keep lying like that and you’d make an amazing secretary”. The roles are reversed, he’s giving me the bright smile now.

I gulp. “Just don’t try it again, it’s only funny once”. Someone cast this dude as a serial killer. Cast him right now.

If his pheromones spike any higher, I’d shit myself. His scent is kind of amazing, but it’s dominant alpha pheromones— that shit is terrifying.

“Eiji will give you a tour of HQ, I expect you back at your desk in two hours”.

Bastard doesn’t even let me reply before entering his office and shutting the door.

“I want to go home”.