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Xie Lian steels himself and takes in a deep breath before knocking on the door.
“Come in,” a deep voice says in a bored, cool tone, and then Xie Lian is walking right in, determined not to linger overlong.
“It’s the chairman of the White Dragon Industries,” Xie Lian says, reciting the instructions that were given to him by the executive who picked up the call. “He says—he says he’d like a word with you, and to set up a meeting at your earliest possible convenience. It’s about the new Tokyo deal—”
Xie Lian can already pinpoint the exact moment Hua Cheng lost interest in anything he had to say, his gaze drawn to the tantalizing patch of skin underneath Xie Lian’s collarbones.
“Oh? Tell him to fuck off,” says Hua Cheng, amused at the expression on Xie Lian’s face.
“Sir, I can’t do that,” Xie Lian says in his firmest voice, exasperated.
Some days it’s near impossible to get a serious reaction out of Hua Cheng, he swears.
“Then maybe tomorrow. Say I’m not available right now for a little chat. Find Yin Yu and tell him to pick a date.” Hua Cheng shrugs, places his hands inside his pockets. Like this, standing up, he makes an imposing contrast of red and black against the white of the walls.
“Alright,” Xie Lian says.
Hua Cheng’s eye flicks upwards to his face. “Come back to me right after.” Stern and unyielding, a command, not a request.
“Noted, sir.”
Hua Cheng nods and then off Xie Lian goes.
Because it was an order, Xie Lian returns to Hua Cheng’s office within the hour. Although he had to weather the irritation of quite a few executives who started angrily murmuring about how it couldn’t wait, he can’t say he’s too affected; he’s been at this long enough that everything’s started to lose its sting. If he gets shouted at, big deal. The money is too good to pass up.
Just as expected, Hua Cheng waits for him at his big important desk, chin lazily propped up on one hand, like he had been doing nothing before Xie Lian stepped inside.
“Did you…did you need me for anything else, sir?” Xie Lian asks, holding a stack of reports that he was told to drop off at Hua Cheng’s desk.
Hua Cheng clicks his tongue, then beckons Xie Lian over with a hand. “It’s San Lang to you, gege,” he says sweetly.
“You’re my boss,” Xie Lian reminds.
A smirk curves his lips. “So what I say goes.”
It’s almost hard to believe this man was once the sweet, shy, and withdrawn boy Xie Lian had befriended and tutored a long time ago. Who would blush when Xie Lian patted his head. Who would quietly sneak flowers into Xie Lian’s backpack when he thought Xie Lian wasn’t looking. Although four years apart in age, that hadn’t stopped them from being friends until Xie Lian moved away to college, and then Hong’er just ceased to be.
He was Hua Cheng now. Seductive, suave, and magnetic. No longer the young, starry-eyed alpha who believed in gods, princes, and fairytales. He probably doesn’t even know Xie Lian recognizes who he is.
Xie Lian goes silent, unsure of how to respond.
“You look nice,” Hua Cheng says.
This gets Xie Lian to subconsciously touch his hair. “Oh. Um, thanks.”
“Those pants.” Hua Cheng’s gaze heatedly dips down. “They suit you.”
“Sir…San Lang.”
“I wonder.” The chair creaks, Hua Cheng getting to his feet. The distance between them closes with every step he takes. Hua Cheng hums, reaching out to touch the waistband of Xie Lian’s pants. “Are you wearing any panties?”
Xie Lian’s cheeks burn with humiliation. Still—he’s unable to deny the thrill tingling down his spine that the sentence caused. “Excuse me?”
“Go out with me, gege,” Hua Cheng murmurs, the silver of his visible eye darkening with heat, with lust. “Even if it’s just once.”
“I don’t know,” Xie Lian says.
After spending a year trapped in a toxic and terrible relationship, Xie Lian never bothered getting himself back into the dating scene, too emotionally drained, and although he had a few flings, the bedroom is where they all started and ended.
Hua Cheng is offering him something casual and easy, but no matter how handsome or hot he is, if things go south, it isn’t him that’s packing up his papers and leaving. Xie Lian imagines telling his friends he’s seriously considering fucking his boss. His boss, who has been making inappropriate advances toward him for weeks now. Only Shi Qingxuan would encourage him to go for it, having the hots for his own employer himself.
Xie Lian’s hesitation is as good of an opening as any because Hua Cheng chooses this moment to strike.
“One dinner,” says Hua Cheng. “One date. Although by the time the night ends, you’ll probably be left wanting more.” He smiles roguishly.
Xie Lian isn’t going to lie: there have been nights when he thought of Hua Cheng’s hands picking him up, spreading him out, and playing with him. It’s those nights he left the bed soaked; it’s those nights he used the biggest dildos he owned on himself.
Hua Cheng is as handsome as sin and hot as hell, and maybe he’ll regret this, maybe he won’t, but one innocent dinner with him may just be what Xie Lian needs.
“One date,” Xie Lian finally agrees.
“Pick you up at seven?” He bends his head down so that his lips brush Xie Lian’s ear. “Wear something nice.”
Xie Lian means to do just that.
Dinner is a lavish affair that’s to take place in one of the fanciest hotels in the city, a marina-side resort and yacht club that Hua Cheng happens to conveniently own.
“God,” Hua Cheng says, as he takes Xie Lian in, evidently liking what he sees, “you look good.”
A crimson slip, half of his hair pulled up in bun, and satin thigh highs, Xie Lian is glad to know that he does. Shi Qingxuan picked his outfit out, and Xie Lian let him, deciding he wanted to dress up for a change. “You’re not so bad yourself,” Xie Lian says, resisting the instinctive urge to press his thighs together at the sight of him.
As always, Hua Cheng looks expensive and stands out from the crowd as the most attractive alpha in the room, sex and midnight storms personified. His wavy hair strikes the perfect balance between clean-cut and handsomely tousled, and there’s a dark gravity to his gaze that could just about bring any omega to their knees.
Xie Lian is getting there.
They’re seated in a booth overlooking the ocean, their closest neighbours being a female alpha with her male omega companion. The alpha is in a sharp charcoal-grey suit that exposes her generous cleavage, while the omega has on a light cream pantsuit that complements his golden curls. Xie Lian tries not to think too much about the powder-blue choker around the demure omega’s neck. Always so possessive like this, alphas.
They talk, order sushi, and sample all of the desserts the menu has to offer. The wine, too—especially the wine. Xie Lian is light-headed by hour two.
It isn’t lost on Xie Lian just how much hungry staring Hua Cheng is doing with his eye, and the heat between Xie Lian’s legs is a growing, aching reminder of how repressed he actually is. Xie Lian thinks. When’s the last time he got railed out of his mind? He can’t even remember.
But what he knows is this: he could come home without being fucked by Hua Cheng—or he could come home after being fucked by Hua Cheng.
Just thinking about Hua Cheng’s impossibly broad shoulders and hands, and Xie Lian already knows which of the two options he infinitely prefers. Hua Cheng may be his boss and notorious for going through omegas the way he does dollar bills, but it’s a good time that Xie Lian is looking for at the moment. Something, anything to relieve the needy wetness between his legs.
Before long, Hua Cheng’s chauffeur is driving them to Hua Cheng’s penthouse, located in one of the tallest buildings in the city, and then they’re inside the elevator, standing side by side.
“A single night to have you,” says Hua Cheng, palms reaching out to circle the span of his tiny waist. “How could this possibly be enough?”
Enough—no. There’s no way it would be enough.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian says, his breathing heavier now, dizzy.
Lips graze the shell of Xie Lian’s ear while a hand works its way up his inner thigh. “Look at just how sexy you are, it’s unreal.”
Fingers draw deep lines down Xie Lian’s sides, over his hips, desperate to tear the slip off of him. He’s desperate for that, too, and more—he wants those same fingers in his mouth, on his nipples, inside his omega cunt, the force of his want a tidal wave in the making.
Hua Cheng’s voice is a hot brand on the side of his neck. “Do you want this, gege?” he murmurs, lips skimming the skin there.
Xie Lian is so filled with desire he can do little more than to whimper out, “Oh God, yes.”
The grin that breaks out across Hua Cheng’s face is a dark and primal one. “Good boy,” he croons, before capturing Xie Lian’s mouth for a kiss.
Xie Lian can see now why Hua Cheng was always the talk of town whenever rumours about which alpha had the best prowess in bed came up. He already knew, but this, the stormcloud feeling in his chest, serves as a visceral reminder of just how beautifully Hua Cheng could play him.
Hua Cheng is touching him with greed, but he’s also touching him with adoration, and it’s the way Xie Lian is being handled that gets him to moan into Hua Cheng’s mouth as he grinds his clothed heat into the palm of Hua Cheng’s hand.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Hua Cheng rasps in between kisses, effortlessly hoisting Xie Lian’s thighs around his waist in a show of strength.
Overwhelmed by the distinctly alpha scent Hua Cheng is letting out. Xie Lian wouldn’t object if Hua Cheng were to take him against the wall.
But make it to the bedroom of the penthouse, they do. Electric currents zip through Xie Lian’s veins with every kiss they share, their mouths a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth. The rock-hard bulge in Hua Cheng’s pants grinds deliciously against his omega clit, and Xie Lian gasps, struck with a heady blend of carnal elation and light-headedness.
Sat astride Hua Cheng’s lap and eager to have Hua Cheng’s cock in his hand, Xie Lian practically paws open the zipper of his pants.
“Gege wants this, doesn’t he? My cock in his mouth, fucking him until he cries,” says Hua Cheng, squeezing an asscheek hard enough to leave a bruise.
Xie Lian hopes that it does.
Finally, Hua Cheng removes his pants and boxers, leaving his erection out in the open. Xie Lian lets the sight sink in. He’s—he’s honestly so much bigger than Xie Lian expected. Thicker and longer, and a few inches away from slapping his face. A sharp surge of heat buzzes down to Xie Lian’s core.
How’s he supposed to fit inside Xie Lian, much less his mouth? His dildos couldn’t have prepared him for…that. Not his ex, not his fingers, not any of his other toys.
Encouraging knuckles tilt up Xie Lian’s chin—almost enough to assuage his fears. “You can take me,” Hua Cheng murmurs.
Xie Lian knows he can, knows he wants his mouth on Hua Cheng. His eyes must look sex-crazed as he moves down to suck on the tip of Hua Cheng’s cock, tonguing the length of his shaft with slow, teasing motions. Hua Cheng is entranced by this display; although he’s smirking as he watches, his knuckles betray what he really feels, veins bulging against the white of his skin.
Wrapping his lips fully around Hua Cheng’s cock, Xie Lian slides downwards until he isn’t able to anymore. A sharp groan escapes Hua Cheng; he’s rough when he shifts his hips forward. Tears gather at the corner of Xie Lian’s eyes but he welcomes the pain. He knows Hua Cheng wouldn’t hurt him. Not on purpose.
“Baby, fuck, you’re ruining me. You look so perfect on your knees, such a pretty mouth made just for me,” Hua Cheng growls.
Xie Lian licks his cock again and again, still amazed by the sheer girth of him. He loves the reactions Hua Cheng is making, and mostly wants to hear him groan and tense up. Hua Cheng stops breathing at one point, sticky, wet, and hard as fuck, and there’s a growl he makes at one point that’s so loud the vibrations rattle through Xie Lian.
Xie Lian finds a perfect rhythm. He thinks Hua Cheng is going to come soon, but instead of spilling inside his mouth Hua Cheng gets Xie Lian off his cock and splays him out on the bed, something dark in the way he looks at Xie Lian.
“Not yet,” Hua Cheng rasps, eye trailing downwards to Xie Lian’s knees.
A hand pushes Xie Lian’s skirt up his waist before coming to rest at the apex of his thighs.
“You’re wearing lace,” Hua Cheng notes with a pleased hum, taking in the bow clips of his thigh-highs, and the wet stain on his panties.
“Does San Lang like it?” Xie Lian smiles, allowing the strap of his slip to fall off one shoulder.
Fingers skim the side of his calf. Lips follow suit, then teeth, biting a mark into his skin. “Mm, I love it.”
The raw desire in Hua Cheng’s voice gives Xie Lian confidence, and suddenly he wants to mewl and beg for more. Get down on his hands and knees, let Hua Cheng do whatever he wants with him.
The thigh-highs stay but the panties and dress don’t. Broad hands help him shimmy out of the slip and pull down his panties until they remain dangling around his ankle. Kisses are pressed to the inside of his thighs, all the way up his soaking omega cunt that Hua Cheng chooses to tease with a finger.
“Oh, baby, you’re so wet already,” he says, licking a tongue up his entrance.
“S-San Lang,” Xie Lian says weakly, resisting the urge to clamp his thighs around Hua Cheng’s head.
He likes that Hua Cheng wants to take his time tasting him, likes the way Hua Cheng is sucking on his omega clit, but after having Hua Cheng’s enormous cock in his mouth, he wants to feel it deep inside of him and soon. Hua Cheng must know what he’s thinking because his lips begin a bruising path up Xie Lian’s stomach, finding both his nipples before latching onto his neck.
The sting of teeth and tongue is a welcome one. Xie Lian will probably feel it for days, and think of Hua Cheng every time he looks in a mirror and sees bruises on his skin. The same fingers that pulled aside his panties sink deep inside his cunt, two first, then three.
Xie Lian cups Hua Cheng’s jaw with both palms, finding his lips for a desperate kiss. Somehow Hua Cheng still has his suit on. Xie Lian thinks about ripping it off.
They kiss and kiss and kiss, an electric mingling of teeth and tongue and heated breaths. The sensation paired with the wet slide of Hua Cheng’s fingers is enough to bring him to the edge. If there was ever a time he had second thoughts about having sex with Hua Cheng, it’s ancient history now.
He doesn’t know when Hua Cheng thinks to remove his suit, but when he finally comes around Hua Cheng’s fingers, it’s bare skin that Xie Lian digs his nails into. Hua Cheng looks even more sinful and decadent naked, all muscle and bulging veins and abs. The left tattoo on his shoulder, the whorls crawling in an intricate pattern across his pecs—Xie Lian finds his mouth watering. Hua Cheng works on his body and it shows.
Hua Cheng’s fingers don’t stop their slow dragging motion even though Xie Lian already came, is ready for more, and he smiles at the ruined expression on Xie Lian’s face, chuckling as he kisses Xie Lian through his high.
“Fuck me, San Lang,” Xie Lian whimpers, aroused again by the hot press of Hua Cheng’s bare cock against his cunt. He writhes, aching to be filled. “I want—I want you to fuck me. Please.”
Hua Cheng squeezes Xie Lian’s hips and bites his lip. Clearly he’s enjoying this. “It’s cute just how much you want my cock,” he murmurs, pulling back the garter of a thigh-high and letting it snap against Xie Lian’s skin.
Xie Lian stares dazedly at him. If he was aroused before, he’s on fire now. He obeys Hua Cheng’s command to lie still and spread his legs, and moans when Hua Cheng palms the small mounds of his chest. It’s just the tip of his cock he’s nudging against Xie Lian’s cunt, but Xie Lian can feel himself going mad from the force of the desire that sweeps through him.
“Should we use a condom, gege?” Hua Cheng teases, circling Xie Lian’s entrance with his cock.
Xie Lian looks up at him through misty eyes. He mentioned he was on birth control a while ago, so Hua Cheng isn’t being serious, most likely. So he plays along, lowers his lashes to keep up the act.
“If that’s what San Lang wants,” he says, glancing down and taking in the sight of Hua Cheng’s cock glistening with the slick from his cunt.
“Oh?” Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow. “That won’t do.” He wastes no time fully settling himself in between Xie Lian’s legs, mouthing at the line of Xie Lian’s jaw. “You should know this: I am going to come inside of you, and you are going to take every last drop.” He presses his thumb to Xie Lian’s clit. A slow circle has Xie Lian struggling not to roll his hips. “Will gege be a good boy for me?”
“I’ll be good,” Xie Lian breathes, tracing Hua Cheng’s cheeks, the swell of his mouth. “Better. Perfect for you.”
That’s all it takes for the tension to snap.
While Hua Cheng certainly wasn’t gentle before, he also wasn’t rough, but how else can Xie Lian describe the grip that now encircles his waist? There’s no hesitation behind the kiss Hua Cheng gives him, or the fullness that pushes inside him with maddening friction. Hua Cheng’s touch sets him ablaze. Xie Lian’s very mind is unspooling beneath the pressure his cock provides, and all Xie Lian wants is to take, be corrupted by him.
Xie Lian knew Hua Cheng was big—he wasn’t able to even take the full length of him inside his mouth—but he didn’t know just how big, especially now that he’s pushed his way inside Xie Lian’s cunt. His erection was impressive to behold. Looking at it was one thing, but having it inside, his walls squeezing around it, has proved itself to be something else.
How could he ever be satisfied with just fingers when Hua Cheng is fucking him so good and well? The pounding of his cock inside and out has captivated Xie Lian’s attention and won’t let go, and he conjures all the fantasies he might want to experience if he were in heat. Being knotted. Being bred. Being knocked up.
Xie Lian can’t staunch the mewls he lets out. Hua Cheng is emitting pheromones with that mouth-watering edge. He was always affected by his scent before—it made his thighs quiver and knees go weak—but their physical connection is just bringing it to a whole other level.
Hua Cheng stops kissing him to rest their foreheads together, and Xie Lian likes to think he was stunned into a brief silence when Xie Lian squeezed his cunt around him.
His eye snaps open. Storm-grey, clouded with desire. There’s no warning when he hikes both of Xie Lian’s legs around his waist to change the angle, and soon Xie Lian realizes it was so that he could drive his cock inside Xie Lian even deeper.
“Oh my God, San Lang, just like that, just like that,” he sobs because Hua Cheng’s cock is hitting all his pleasure points in the best way possible.
He wonders. Does Hua Cheng like what he sees? Tears in Xie Lian’s eyes, his light makeup smudged and neck covered in bruises. Xie Lian wants to believe there was warmth when Hua Cheng gazed at him as he pushed inside but. He probably just imagined it.
Hua Cheng is his boss. This is just sex.
There’s no misinterpreting the pleasure in the smirk of Hua Cheng’s face, though.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, before bringing their lips back together.
The pace picks up, and Xie Lian is close to losing his mind. The sounds that fill his ears are pure filth, of skin slapping against skin, of Hua Cheng’s cock spearing his slick-wet cunt. Strong hands keep his waist pinned, the touch sexy and sinful and just the right amount of rough—and it doesn’t matter how fast, how deep Hua Cheng is driving into him because he finds perverse satisfaction in it. Being made to feel like he’s a doll built for Hua Cheng’s pleasure and his pleasure alone.
“I’m close,” Xie Lian whimpers, mouth lolling open as Hua Cheng continues fucking stars into his eyes and logic out of his mind.
“Are you going to come for me?” Hua Cheng rasps, chest heaving with every thrust he makes, gorgeously flushed and sweaty.
“Yes—oh my God,” he cries out, and then his orgasm is cresting into a peak.
It’s a tide that lifts him high up to heaven and beyond because it breaks him. Shatters him. He’s never come this hard before, he thinks. Never screamed the way he is now, never trembled so hard he felt as if he might fall apart.
Their eyes meet. Hua Cheng’s pace stutters.
“Fuck,” he swears into the seam of Xie Lian’s lips, their shared breaths practically steam.
The thrusts he makes are even wetter now. Whatever spot he’s hitting inside makes Xie Lian feel euphoric, like maybe he could come again—a second, even up a third time.
He could go all day about how he loves the way Hua Cheng fucks him. Halting once he’s fully inside Xie Lian, only to pull out and pound in again.
Xie Lian latches his arms around Hua Cheng’s neck. Memorizes the pleasure on Hua Cheng’s face, the sounds he makes, the lust in his gaze. Xie Lian drives him crazy, and they both know it.
Xie Lian lies there, digging his nails into Hua Cheng’s back. With one final, deep thrust, Hua Cheng comes and his groan reverberates through Xie Lian. “Gege,” Hua Cheng says brokenly, stilling inside Xie Lian’s cunt.
He’s left without a single coherent thought in his head. Nothing but pure rapture. Just the memory of Hua Cheng fucking him. How gorgeous he looked.
Even though he already came, Hua Cheng doesn’t stop touching or kissing him and it’s nice.
It is said that when alphas find their mates they’re driven by instinct to care for their omega after sex. This isn’t what that is, but if Xie Lian closes his eyes he could pretend.
He hates how his past experiences left deep emotional wounds that have yet to heal. And now he wants to project because he has no way of coping otherwise.
“I don’t think I can stay away from you after this,” says Hua Cheng afterwards, smiling at Xie Lian from where he has his torso propped up on an elbow.
Xie Lian pauses fixing his hair. There his heart goes, thudding as though Hua Cheng made a confession of love. “San Lang had his night to have fun. Wasn’t that enough?” he teases, but he can’t deny the gratification he feels at the admission.
“No.” Hua Cheng runs a hand along Xie Lian’s calf, thoughtful. “I love fucking you and your scent drives me insane.”
“So you want another night?”
“A month,” says Hua Cheng. “Or just…whenever. Let’s keep it casual.” His eye twinkles with amusement. “Forever’s another option.”
Xie Lian laughs. “Just whenever…okay.”
“Are you free next weekend?”
He has a yoga lesson scheduled, but that can be easily rebooked. “Sure.”
“Wanna go to Zurich? I have a conference there, but I don’t want to be lonely afterwards.”
Xie Lian stares at him. Right, Hua Cheng is so rich he’s constantly flying off to faraway cities to meet up with other rich people. “I—okay.”
"You’ll get to see the new jet. Had it specially commissioned. Big, spacious—you’d like it,” he hums, smirking.
The hand on Xie Lian’s calf trails upwards. Xie Lian’s breath hitches.
“You said I’d be the one begging for more,” says Xie Lian, shivering at the touch.
“It seems that gege has brought me to my knees,” sighs Hua Cheng, toying with the hem of the slip Xie Lian put on again. “And I let him because he’s so beautiful.”
Because Xie Lian is feeling bold, he crawls into Hua Cheng’s lap. This seems to take Hua Cheng slightly aback. “Come on, San Lang.” He places his hands on Hua Cheng’s bare chest. “Make me beg.”
Hua Cheng’s length stirs against Xie Lian’s ass, fully hard now. Large hands grip his thighs in interest. “You’re perfect, do you know that?” he says, as Xie Lian manoeuvres himself so that his cunt is directly above Hua Cheng’s cock.
“Mm, mm, mm!” Xie Lian makes a show out of moaning and biting his lip as he sinks down, letting his dress straps fall off his shoulders.
Try as Hua Cheng might, he can’t stop the cracks in his smirking façade from showing. He’s hypnotized by the movement, the sensation of Xie Lian’s walls massaging his tip.
“Do you want to get fucked until you cry like some slutty omega? Is that it?” Hua Cheng breathes, as Xie Lian takes in an inch, and then another.
Xie Lian nods with tears in his eyes, winded yet again by the stretch. There’s just no way to take Hua Cheng’s cock without preparing for it every time. He blushes prettily and moans.
“God,” he growls, surging upwards to capture Xie Lian’s lips in a crushing kiss, all restraints leaving him.
They spend hours fucking like animals.
Xie Lian loses count of the time. Of the positions Hua Cheng fucks him in. At one point he was on his knees, and then bent over a kitchen counter—oh, and he also rode Hua Cheng’s cock inside a bathtub.
He wasn’t even in heat, and yet half of the night passed by in a blur.
It’s Saturday afternoon now, and Xie Lian is spending it recovering from the night of fun he had. His roommate Shi Qingxuan saw the bruises and his mouth fell agape. It’s like Xie Lian was mauled by an animal, he claimed. That’s not far from the truth.
They all know that when compatible alphas and omegas get deep into it, it’s like they harken back into the beasts they once were.
Whether Xie Lian admits it or not, the fact is undeniable: they’re physically drawn to each other. But just because the biological nature of his secondary gender is attracted to an alpha to ensure future offspring doesn’t mean Xie Lian has to act on it.
Throughout history, wealthy alphas have always married eligible omegas for political power, to preserve lineages. Even if they hated each other, weren’t meant to be.
There was a time when Hua Cheng could have married for love, but this is the world he belongs to now. Where alphas reign supreme, and omegas play mother to their children. One day he’ll take a wife that will bear his heir, and it’ll certainly be because he wants to consolidate power. His match will be someone with money, of noble blood.
Xie Lian flips through the television channels and settles on a cooking show. Shi Qingxuan eventually returns and they eat French fries and shawarmas while talking about each other’s week.
Shi Qingxuan is still in disbelief that Xie Lian went ahead and had hot, bed-breaking sex with his boss. It wasn’t a smart decision, but it sure was a fun one. What’s more, Hua Cheng can’t have enough of him, and maybe Xie Lian wants to feel special for as long as possible.
They end up watching a gossip show. Rumours of who of the country’s most eligible alphas were seen with, and which celebrity might be dating who. Hua Cheng’s name pops up once or twice. Who might he be cozy with now? The son of Tokyo’s Kamo household, or the heir of the Qin shipping empire?
Xie Lian snorts.
Right then, Xie Lian’s phone buzzes.
Three texts from Hua Cheng himself. Complete with a smirking emoji….and a picture of a lingerie set he suggests Xie Lian might like to try.
“Want to see you again” reads the third text, punctuated with a heart.
“Aww, he’s in love with you,” Shi Qingxuan jokes, pretending to swoon.
Xie Lian shuts off his phone, cheeks heating up. He didn’t even realize Shi Qingxuan was looking over his shoulder this entire time.
Shi Qingxuan is from a prominent family who runs a business managing hotels but left because the drama got a little bit too much. His brother is always trying to get him to come back, but Shi Qingxuan has been stubbornly refusing because he knows that as an omega he’ll just be married off to a wealthy older alpha like some broodmare. He was allowed a lot of freedom because he was the darling baby of the family but now that he rebelled, returning to the family will just be a death sentence.
This is the society they live in. Omegas, always secondary to alphas.
Xie Lian pulls up Hua Cheng’s text again and thinks about the racy silk number he stuffed somewhere in his closet. He has just the thing to tide Hua Cheng over until the next time they meet.