All Chapters of THE OMEGA'S SWEET KARMA [MM ROMANCE] : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Thank you for the service, man," Yuan uttered simply before turning his back on me to resume his shower. Meanwhile, I was left standing there in a daze, staring down at my hand covered in the sticky fluid from his length.Fuck shit!I whirled around to face him, greeted by the sight of his broad back and the water from the shower streaming down over his firm glutes. Once I regained my composure, I couldn't stop myself from kicking him, sending him crashing face-first into the glass wall of the shower."Shit!" he cursed, his voice dripping with anger at what I'd done."Don't you dare forget your payment, asshole!" I snapped at him, turning to the bathroom sink to wipe my hands clean. I still couldn't believe I had just done that for him. I was about to splash water on my face out of sheer frustration, but I froze, remembering what I had just touched with those hands.Once I finished wiping off, I rushed out of the bathroom and left his bedroom behind. Reaching the living room, I sank

"Neo?" he uttered, his voice laced with absolute disbelief.I stared at him in confusion because, judging by his reaction, he was looking at me like an old friend he hadn't seen in years. A strange spark lit up his eyes, completely replacing the cold, distant gaze he had worn moments ago, making him look suddenly alive.He took a step closer to me. I saw the faint trace of a smile touch his lips—a smile I would have sworn he was incapable of making just a short while ago."How are you?" he asked, his eyes slowly sweeping over me as if he were trying to confirm that I was actually standing right in front of him.I crossed my arms over my chest. "Why should I answer that? I don't even know you," I retorted coldly.A flicker of confusion crossed his face. "Hey... Are you still mad at me?" he asked suddenly.I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why would I be mad at you? I literally don't know who you are," I replied.Behind us, I heard Stephen let out a soft laugh."Hey, Helios, we forgot to tel

This was the first day of my job as Yuan's personal assistant. It was only the first day, but here we were, already at a club. This was not the club where I used to work, but a completely different one. It was far more private, far more expensive, and the people frequenting it were undeniably absurdly rich. That much was obvious from the sleek, high-end cars parked in the lot and the people draped in designer clothes and lavish jewelry.We were inside a private room of the club. The space was spacious, featuring large circular couches surrounding a low coffee table at the center. The dim lighting gave the entire room a quiet, exclusive atmosphere. I saw a crystal chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling, adding an extra layer of elegance to the interior. All around, the sophisticated, costly decor made it obvious that nothing in this room was cheap.It was not just Yuan and me. His group of friends was also present, Jeno, Marcus, and Stephen. Alejandro was absent because he was

I was currently watching a PBA replay in the living room of Yuan’s condo. Not that I really wanted to, but it was already playing on the TV when I arrived. Meanwhile, Yuan was in the bathroom taking a shower.Right after breakfast, I came straight to his condo unit because of his text. I had no idea what kind of errand he had for me this time, but because I needed the money, I had no choice but to obey.I leaned back against the living room couch, eyes glued to the screen, analyzing each team's play. Even though I don't play basketball anymore, I still love watching it. One of my habits is studying the players' patterns, techniques, and movements. Sometimes, I can't help but predict their plays once I've figured them out.I was the team captain back in high school, so I used to love plotting plays and meddling with our coach, a habit I guess I've carried with me to this day. I noticed Yuan is a great player, but he lacks consistency.He can easily bypass defenders, but he struggles wi

7:00 P.M. I was sitting in one of the courtside seats lined up inside the arena. I sat right at the front, my eyes fixed on the court. Yuan was currently playing and it was the third day of the PBA games, and his team had already made it to the semifinals. It was already the third quarter, with the score sitting at 84 to 65. Yuan’s team was leading by a wide margin, probably because he was in peak physical condition today. How could he not be, after finishing several times earlier? The bastard didn't even give my hands a rest. Fucking dickhead, he was really so annoying! I originally had no intention of watching today's game, but he forced me to come, claiming he needed me here. In reality, he just turned me into his personal caddie, though it was actually my job. He made me carry his tumbler, towel, shoes, clothes, and whatever else was stuffed inside his duffel bag. When a timeout was called, I saw Yuan jogging over in my direction instead of heading straight to his team bench.