Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 20: Make sure you get the cucumbers ready.

"He wants me to start taking his therapy sessions at his husband’s house."

Alex voiced out the moment he dropped the phone from his ear, his brows knitting together in disbelief.

"What?! Are you for real right now?" Damien’s eyes widened in curiosity as he carefully adjusted the drip attached to Alex’s hand.

"Yeah," Alex replied, leaning back slightly. "I just finished talking to him on the phone. He sent a message before calling, said his husband is ready to pay for my service and not just pay, he’ll be doubling the rate." A faint smirk crept across Alex’s lips. "I told you he doesn’t act like the regular omegas I’ve seen. There’s something off about him. He’s... suspicious, and that’s exactly what makes me curious."

Damien scoffed, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. "That’s a good thing, then, isn’t it? I don’t care if he’s suspicious or not. What I know is.....you shouldn’t accept money from him as payment." He paused, grinning. "He should pay with his body instead."

Alex let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "You’re insane, man. Did you even hear the part where I said I’ll be going to his husband’s house? And besides," he added with a pointed look, "you ended up making stronger pills for me, so my rut is under control for now. You can stop trying to tempt me."

Damien raised a brow. "What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say you’re not going to fuck that omega? His husband’s a cheat, Alex. What’s wrong with stealing him away from a man who doesn’t deserve him?"

Alex sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "I’m not saying I won’t take him away from that fool of a husband. But this isn’t about snatching him, Damien. I’m trying to help him get over that bastard first. If anything happens between us afterward, then fine. But it’s not going to be forced or look like I used him." He paused, his voice softening. "He’ll be the one to decide if he’s ready to move on or not."

"Whatever," Damien muttered, rolling his eyes in disdain. "You really think you’ll still be able to control yourself when you see him again? You got aroused by his pheromones last time, remember? You couldn’t even respond to other omegas’ scents except his. And now you’re saying I should keep making more drugs for you?" He folded his arms. "Even you know too much suppressant damages the glands. You need that omega to heal your own. If you keep relying on the pills, it might turn life-threatening. You need to fuck that omega to repair yourself."

"Can you just stop talking already?" Alex muttered in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "You’re making my head ache. By the way, how’s that woman in my prison doing? Any move from her son?"

Damien tilted his head, smirking knowingly. "Before I answer that, are you planning to have the therapy session with him tomorrow?"

"Of course, I’ll be going tomorrow," Alex replied with a grin. "Let’s see what kind of game he’s trying to play this time."

Damien chuckled, pulling away from the drip stand. "Then make sure you get the cucumbers ready. Five should be enough, so you can have enough practice and maybe cum a few more times while at it." His laughter echoed lightly through the room, earning him a glare.

"Can you be less blunt for once?" Alex snapped, his cheeks flushing a faint red. "I only cum because the first suppressant wasn’t working anymore. But now that I’m using your new formula, I can definitely control myself." He exhaled slowly, forcing his tone to calm. "Besides, apart from helping him get over his husband, I’m also investigating him. I told you, there’s something suspicious about that man and I’m going to find out what it is."

Damien’s grin faded into a more serious look. "You should still be careful, though. Do you even know who his husband is?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with warning.

"Not yet," Alex said, rubbing the bridge of his nose and letting out a long sigh. "But he’s clearly rich ..... I judged by the car that dropped him off this afternoon." He forced a bitter laugh. "Whatever. I’ll find out about his husband tomorrow. But can we talk about that murderer now?"

Damien’s face darkened. He glanced at the IV drip, then folded his hands on his lap. "Her son hasn’t shown up. It’s been ten years, after all. Same story." He exhaled, heavy with frustration. "Do you think he’s even alive? I mean, which son leaves his mother to rot in prison without checking up on her once? It’s not even the government prison but the one you created yourself with different tortures available. I get it....he might be scared of you but a decent son would have done something in these ten years."

"Of course he’s alive," Alex snapped, running a hand through his hair so hard his fingers tangled in the dark strands. Anger flashed across his face. "His mother’s expression says it all. I wanted him to rot in prison with her before I eventually kill them, but that woman will never talk, never reveal where she hid her son ten years ago. I can’t even recognize him now. He was ten when I last saw him. He’d be twenty by now."

Damien nodded slowly. "True." He stared at Alex for a moment, measuring the weight of everything they’d already lost. "What should we do now? Your mother, father, and younger brother are gone. You changed your whole identity.....your name, left his company, walked away from everything tied to that family, and started your own life. Thank God you’ve made it on your own. Maybe we should kill his mother. That should lurd him out or what do you think?"

A flash of cold fury crossed Alex’s face. "Getting her killed won’t be enough to quiet the hatred inside me hence I’m not interested in using her to lure her son out. And mind you.... we’ve faked her death countless times hoping he’ll show up but he never did and that’s because he knows we’re just lying."

His voice trembled, raw. "Do you remember how Father always compared me to that...." He swallowed, then spat the words. ".....that motherfucker. You remember how Father abused Mom because of that woman. Those two tore my family of four apart and ruined our lives. I don’t pretend to mourn Father....he brought his fate on himself but Mom and my brother... their deaths aren’t enough unless justice is complete." He paced the small space by the bed, each step a quiet punctuation. "If that woman dies, it’s revenge for my mother. If he dies....the son then that’s revenge for my younger brother. Thank God they were the same age."

Damien’s expression hardened into resolve. "I feel your pain, Alex. I’ll keep digging." He leaned forward, voice low and steady. "He probably changed his name too, but we’ll find him. When we do, you’ll have your peace."

Alex’s jaw tightened. He gave a curt nod, eyes distant. "Good. Do whatever it takes. I want to make sure the son dies first while the mother watches. I want her to also feel the same pain my mother felt when my little brother died in her hand. I want her to also lost a son, let that pain gradually kill her." He added with determination in his eyes.