Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 48: You told me you’re fine.

The next day arrived swiftly, the early sunlight casting soft rays across Damien’s face. He stirred in his sleep, turning lazily before stretching out a hand across the bed to locate Alex only to find cool, empty sheets where his friend had been the night before. His eyes snapped open.

"You’re finally awake," Alex said with a low scoff from across the room. "Maybe you can move to your room now." He added as he rolled his eyes in irritation.

Damien’s gaze drifted toward him. Alex was already fully dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, paired with polished black shoes. The sophistication of the outfit contrasted strikingly with the tattoos climbing up his neck and arms, dark ink peeking through the collar and sleeves and the multiple piercings adorning his ears and his lips. The gentleman’s attire didn’t soften his dangerous edge....instead, it made him look even more irresistible.

Damien raised a brow. "Where are you going all dressed up this early?" He turned his head toward the table clock beside him. 5:30 AM. He scoffed. "And this early too?"

"I’m going to work," Alex replied immediately, adjusting his tie before the mirror.

"You open your office at ten," Damien said, disbelief dripping from every word. "And even if you don’t go in at ten, no one dares question you. So why the hell are you going in this early today?" His tone sharpened. He knew Alex. Knew when something was off.

Alex exhaled heavily, his shoulders rising and falling in visible frustration. "Can you just... stop asking questions?" he muttered, shooting Damien a look through the reflection. "The servants are around to attend to anything you need. You should sleep more....you need the rest. Yesterday was tough, and even though I killed those motherfuckers, we both still got a little injured. So stay in bed."

Damien scoffed loudly. "The person who should stay in bed is you, fool." He sat up a little, studying Alex’s stiff posture. "But I get it. You can’t wait to see Gabe, huh? Is that it?"

Alex froze momentarily, the smallest twitch in his jaw betraying him.

"Well..." Damien drawled, leaning back against the pillows with a smirk he didn’t quite feel. "You’re free to go. Just be careful. And of course, your rut is approaching soon anyway. You being around Gabe is probably good for you but also dangerous due to his husband. Just be careful."

This time, Alex didn’t argue. He only nodded, silent but resolute, before turning and walking out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Damien released a long breath and sank back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

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Alex stepped outside and slipped into a modest, not-too-expensive black car. The driver nodded respectfully before pulling out of the compound. The streets were still cloaked in dawn darkness, illuminated only by faint pools of streetlight.

After what felt like an eternity.....time stretching thin with the heavy anticipation in his chest, the car finally stopped in front of Alex’s office building. He stepped out, his shoes clicking sharply against the pavement as he made his way to the entrance. Pulling out his keys, he muttered under his breath:

"Yeah... it’ll be better if he meets me at work rather than me meeting him." A small, almost shy chuckle escaped him as he checked his wristwatch.

6:20 AM.

He inserted the key into the lock, turned the knob, and pushed the door open.

The moment he flicked on the lights, he froze.

A figure sat in the middle of the room....seated in a wheelchair, back facing him.

Alex’s heartbeat slammed hard against his ribs.

"...Gabe?"

Alex blinked rapidly and rubbed his eyes, half convinced exhaustion was making him hallucinate. He had been so desperate to see Gabe....to check the injuries Sabe had inflicted, to treat him with his own hands that the sight almost felt unreal.

But it wasn’t a dream.

Slowly, gracefully, Gabe turned the wheelchair to face him, his expression soft and impossibly warm. A bright smile lit his face, gentle and radiant.

"Good morning, Mr. Alex," Gabe said softly, still wearing that warm, almost painfully gentle smile.

Alex didn’t return the smile.

He stormed into the office, shut the door sharply behind him, and crossed the room in swift, controlled steps. In one motion, he dropped to one knee before Gabe’s wheelchair and reached out, his hand closing around Gabe’s neck....not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that Gabe couldn’t pull away.

"D... d..." Alex’s voice trembled with restrained fury. "You told me you were fine."

His fingers trailed the red mark on Gabe’s neck, the angry welt Sabe had inflicted. Alex’s jaw clenched. "But what is this?"

"Oh, that’s nothing," Gabe said quickly, trying to brush Alex’s hand away. But Alex didn’t let go. The grip stayed firm, steady. Gabe let out a small, involuntary groan. "What are you doing...?"

"Trying to uncover your lies," Alex growled, his voice low and sharp. His gaze dropped from Gabe’s neck to his lips....bruised, cut, slightly swollen. "Just how many marks did he leave on you? Your whole body?"

Gabe scoffed lightly, despite the tension in his breath. "Why are you so concerned about that?" His eyes locked with Alex’s, their faces close enough that their breaths mingled in the warm space between them. "Why are you concerned about my body... or the marks on it?"

"B–b... because you’re my client," Alex muttered, though the words felt wrong even to him. He finally released Gabe’s neck only to start unbuttoning Gabe’s shirt with quick, impatient fingers. One button... then another... and another. When he was done, he tugged the shirt aside, exposing the faint red marks scattered across Gabe’s skin.

Alex’s expression darkened instantly.

"You’re still going to keep quiet?" he demanded, rising slowly to his feet, anger radiating off him. "This is domestic violence."

Before he could move....before he could do whatever dangerous thing had sparked in his mind.....Gabe reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

Alex’s knuckles were already turning white from how tightly he had curled his fists.

I saw Sabe assault him on camera, Alex thought, rage boiling beneath the surface. But I didn’t see the aftermath. I didn’t see what he truly suffered. I didn’t even check the camera because leaving home this morning. Did all these happen last night when I was asleep?

"And what exactly are you trying to do?" Gabe asked with a raised brow and a breathy scoff. "You shouldn’t worry about me. You’re just my therapist. I can take good care of myself."

"Just your therapist?" Alex echoed slowly.

He bent down again until he was face-to-face with Gabe, inches apart. He cupped Gabe’s neck once more, gently but firmly, thumb brushing the mark there. "And you can take care of yourself? If that were true, your husband....no, that beast wouldn’t have been able to lay a hand on you in the first place."

"As my therapist, you shouldn’t be worried about that," Gabe said, trying to sound indifferent, though his voice wavered. "When a client tells you to ignore certain things, you should. It’s... safer that way." A scoff escaped him. "Anyway... how long do you plan on holding my neck?"

Alex leaned closer.

"What if I don’t see you as just a client?" His voice dropped into something darker, heavier. "What if I’m not just a therapist to you? Then do I still have to ignore things about you? Will you still lie and tell me you’re fine when you’re clearly not?"

His gaze lowered to Gabe’s lips....blood glistening in a thin line.

"And your neck..." he whispered, thumb stroking the vulnerable skin. "I plan to hold it much longer than you can imagine."

At least the healing from my faint enigma power will ease the pain... he thought as a soft golden pulse faintly beneath his fingertips, seeping gently into Gabe’s skin.

"L....let go of me," Gabe said, shifting against the wheelchair. "My neck is starting to hurt with you holding it like this." He tried pushing Alex’s hand away, but it didn’t move. "A...Alex..."

You’re seducing me, you fool! Gabe screamed inwardly.

Alex’s grip, the dominance in his stance, the slow unbuttoning of his shirt, the way his eyes burned holes into his lips....it was all too much.

Too intoxicating and dangerous.

Gabe felt heat rise low in his stomach, a tight ache forming. He tried to cross his legs discreetly, but even that did nothing to hide the growing bulge straining against his pants.

"What you’re doing is dangerous, Alex," Gabe warned, his voice low and strained. "And I mean it when I say so. You should let go of me now."

He shifted again....accidentally biting down on his injured lip. Fresh blood welled out, trailing slowly. He licked it, but it kept coming.

Alex did not move. He only stared.....completely fixated on Gabe’s blood-stained lips. His breathing grew heavier. His eyes darkened.

Then, without a single thought, without hesitation, without fear or restraint....

He leaned forward and crashed his lips into Gabe’s. The kiss was desperate, hungry, unrestrained.

His hand stayed firm on Gabe’s neck, holding him in place. His other hand caught Gabe’s wrist and lifted his arm above his head, pinning Gabe’s hand against the wall behind him.