Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 112: Do you know how much I missed you?

"Hrk...ght....blurghhh....splash."

Fred vomited violently into the wash-hand basin, his entire body trembling as his stomach twisted painfully. The sour taste burned his throat as he retched again, hands gripping the edge of the sink as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.

He kept vomiting, wave after wave, until his vision blurred slightly.

Then a hand pressed gently against his back.

It began patting him slowly, rhythmically, grounding him.

He didn’t need to turn around.

The familiar scent alone already told him who it was.

"I’m sorry, dear," Damien said softly, worry heavy in his voice. "Are you done... or do you still feel like you need to throw up more?"

Fred didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

His body felt too weak, his throat too raw to form words. Seeing this, Damien reached for the tap and gently poured cool water over Fred’s head, letting it wash down his neck and shoulders. He then handed him a cup of water.

"Here," Damien murmured. "Rinse your mouth."

Fred obeyed weakly, swishing the water around before spitting it out. Only then did he finally lift his head from the basin, his face pale and damp, breathing shallow as he struggled to stay upright.

Before he could even protest, Damien suddenly bent down, sliding one arm under Fred’s knees and the other around his back.

He lifted him effortlessly into a bridal carry.

The sudden movement sent waves of shock and disbelief crashing through Fred.

"W-What are you doing?" Fred protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Put me down... put me down this instant."

Damien didn’t reply.

His jaw was set, expression serious as he walked straight out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He carefully laid Fred down on the bed, adjusting him gently before pulling the duvet over his body.

As Damien brushed Fred’s hair aside, his hand lingered on Fred’s forehead.

It was burning.

"...You’re hot," Damien muttered under his breath.

Without wasting a second, he rushed back into the bathroom, grabbed a white cloth, dipped it in cold water, wrung it out, and hurried back. He placed it gently on Fred’s forehead, pressing lightly.

"I really think you need to go to the hospital," Damien said firmly, his tone no longer gentle. "You weren’t like this yesterday. This came on too fast."

"I don’t need to go to the hospital," Fred replied weakly but stubbornly, turning his face slightly away. "I don’t feel sick. Just... weak. I’ll be fine after enough rest."

Just then, Gabe wheeled himself in, with Alex right behind him.

Gabe’s eyes immediately locked onto the damp cloth on Fred’s forehead.

"Is he running a temperature again?" Gabe asked sharply as he moved closer to the bed. "You should see a doctor, buddy. There’s nothing wrong with that."

His voice was serious—too serious.

"I’m really fine," Fred insisted again, his tone firmer now, as if he’d already made up his mind. "All of you should stop stressing yourselves. I’m okay and I don’t need a doctor."

What the actual fuck is he saying now?!

Gabe scoffed inwardly, irritation flashing across his face.

Does this mean I actually have to pay back that huge amount of money to Romeo?! I really can’t make use of Fred condition to get away from this vacation house?! It’ll be even pointless to try talking to Fred again later as he already said he doesn’t want to doctor in front of these alpha’s.

Besides Fred will never go with the idea of me running away afterall.

His chest tightened slightly as dread crept back in.

"Maybe we both ate something bad last night," Damien said. "I mean... I feel nauseous too, to be honest. My stomach’s been aching since morning."

"Like... seriously?" Fred raised an eyebrow, letting out a light, exhausted chuckle. "That might actually be it then. We did eat snacks last night and we had a bottle of alcohol too accompanied with other drinks."

Alex frowned slightly, confusion clear on his face.

"So... food poisoning?"

"Food poisoning or not," Damien sighed heavily, rubbing his temple, "I think I should go and lie down as well before I start feeling dizzy." He exhaled slowly. "I’m already feeling light-headed, to be honest."

As he spoke, the color gradually drained from his face.

"Since Gabe and Alex are here, there’s nothing to worry about," Damien added, forcing a small smile.

"You should rest then," Gabe replied calmly. "We’ll see you later."

Damien nodded, clearly relieved, before turning and leaving the room.

Gabe and Alex remained behind.

Minutes stretched into hours. Neither of them spoke much as Fred eventually drifted into deep sleep, his breathing evening out. Only then did Alex finally straighten.

"We should leave now," Gabe murmured quietly, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb Fred. "I need to rest my back too. We’ve been sitting here for way too long....it’s sore already."

I need to think of another plan concerning Romeo and Lucas afterall. Gabe thought Inwardly with a heavy sigh.

Alex raised an eyebrow, a teasing, dangerous smirk tugging at his lips.

"Do you need a massage?"

Just what is going on in his head again? Gabe thought, letting out a soft chuckle.

"I do," Gabe replied finally, sighing. "From a professional."

Alex laughed lightly.

"Oh? I see. Then you’ll be getting a massage from a professional very soon."

With that, Alex began pushing Gabe’s wheelchair out of Fred’s room, carefully maneuvering him down the stairs and into the living room.

I’m really not interested in any wild games, Alex, Gabe thought with a faint smirk. If you think you’re the ’professional’ and that I’d let you touch me right now, you must be joking. We both know exactly where that would lead and I’m not interested. Not now.

Just then, Romeo appeared from the right side of the living room, walking toward them with unhurried steps.

"You should go have your little meeting I guess" Alex said casually as he handed the wheelchair handles over to Romeo, who took them without hesitation. "I’ll have prepared the professional before you’re done."

I need to know what’s really going on between you and Gabe, Alex thought inwardly, a sharp smirk flashing across his face.

Before Gabe could protest, Alex turned and left immediately, exiting the vacation house.

Romeo began pushing the wheelchair toward his room despite Gabe saying no to it but his no didn’t work and even Alex was nowhere to be found as well as the other servants.

Once inside, Romeo released the handles and shut the door firmly behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet space. Without a word, he reached up and began removing his shirt, his gaze fixed steadily on Gabe.

"What are you trying to do?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow as he swallowed hard, eyes tracking every movement. "You can’t do anything to me. I hope you know that. Or you’ll be ridiculed."

"Ridiculed?" Romeo echoed calmly, finishing with his shirt and letting it fall aside. His posture was relaxed, confident. "In what way?"

"You said we should talk. Get to know each other," Gabe replied coolly. "Is this your idea of conversation?"

Instead of answering, Romeo moved his hand to his belt and loosened it slowly, his movements deliberate, controlled provocative in a way that made Gabe’s chest tighten.

"I still want to know how I’d be ridiculed," Romeo said softly. "You sounded very certain."

Gabe’s jaw clenched.

"It seems you have nothing to say," Gabe finally muttered. "Since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave. I have other things to do."

He turned his wheelchair toward the door Only for Romeo to grab it roughly and yank it back.

The sudden force sent Gabe tumbling forward, crashing onto the floor with a sharp gasp.

"Are you trying to kill me? You throwing the basketball my way isn’t enough for you huh?" Gabe yelled with anger etched in his tone.

"Don’t expect Alex to come save you," Romeo said coldly. "He just left the vacation house. Business. Urgent."

Gabe’s heart dropped straight into his stomach.

"Can you just say what you want?" Gabe demanded, wincing as he tried to push himself up from the floor. "Is it the money? The money I scammed from you?" He swallowed hard. "I can pay you back now so you don’t need to worry about it."

"Oh, really?" Romeo raised an eyebrow, letting out a soft, amused chuckle. "Are you paying me back with my money... or with your own?"

He stepped closer.

"Do you know how much I missed you?"

"Huh?" Gabe’s eyes widened in pure shock.

Now this is crazy! He’s not on the love crazy fools I have on my list. Those j already plan to contact even if I scammed them before.

"Yes," Romeo continued quietly. "How dare you leave my side all those years... only to end up with Alex."

He crouched down, fingers tightening around Gabe’s neck not enough to choke, but enough to warn.

"So tell me," Romeo whispered, eyes dark. "How exactly do you think a naughty boy like you should be punished?"