Beta's Fragrance [ MxM ]

12

GIVING, OR RECEIVING.

What would you choose?

Question I was asked a lot of times before.

Men, or women.

Either way is fine. Because for me back then, sex was always felt good.

I held alot of people, that I can't even count. Most of them were Betas, and few of them were Alphas and Omegas.

But I was never been held by someone. Not even once.

It's not like I hate it. Its just that, all of them came to me and wanted me to do them. I don't have any reason to refuse, so I accepted them.

The sex itself was satisfying, I could say. But that was all on it.

Making them satisfied enough was my job. I thought.

'You'll really do everything for fame, huh. Fucking even an old man.'

The price for money itself can't really be measured. A lot of things can be done just to have a single peso.

It's priceless. It's immeasurable.

And money, is everything.

That even using your body just to have it, isn't enough.

So I can't really blame that artist if he wants to go that further for fame. They wanted it themselves. They did it themselves.

They could be judged. They could be hated.

But, you see, there's more in a beautiful picture that a naked eyes could ever catch.

And that's the steps, time and sacrifices of one just to finish it.

Even in a huge picture, no one would even look for the small details.

Without knowing they were the one who created the whole picture itself.

Being right or wrong, it doesn't matter. Because people who were desperate would do either way.

Or rather, there was no wrong choice for them to begin with.

My shift for today was ended. And just as I thought, I'm still not used being a staff at the counter.

Greeting customers wasn't easy. It was draining.

I changed my clothes. Boss handed me a box of pizza before I leave.

"Here's for you. Eat this for later."

I nodded and thanked him. I bid a goodbye and went on my way to commute.

I decided to go to a store. I don't have any stocks of canned goods. I might as well buy some now.

After buying some items, I went straight to my place.

I did my routines and just ate the pizza I got from boss for dinner.

Yeah. All feels better now. Except on sleeping.

And tomorrow, is Sunday.

Before going to bed, my phone vibrates, I received a message from Uncle.

'Your shift time would be adjusted a bit.'

He stated that my shift changed to 6pm - 2am. He want me to have some rest before my class for the next day.

'Work is important to you, I know. But don't push yourself too much. Leave some time for rest. Got it? Riss is worried, so was I.'

'Okay, Uncle.'

I took some deep breaths after that. It's not like I don't particularly do some rest. I just don't have free time for it.

And even if I do, I much prefer to find and do works.

But, what if it got something to do on my current condition? Just due to some fatigue and exhaustion?

Should I really do some rest?

But the sem is about to end, and I have alots of free time after that. I should wait for it.

I cutted my thoughts and just focused on falling asleep.

Morning came and I woke up pretty early again, as usual. I made some coffee and toasted some breads.

I don't have any plans today except for the night, so I messaged Riss, on his old number, to email the lessons I missed. I forgot to mention it when he was here day before yesterday.

I got a mail 'not quite so long after that.

'I forgot to give them to you that night. Sorry! And btw, omw to my part-time job. Lol.'

I though I wouldn't get some replies from this number. What's with the second one then?

Hah, just forget it. Might his backup number on him.

'Thanks. See you tomorrow.'

I opened the mail and scanned the keys. There's also some tests here.

Speaking of test, should I text that Doctor? It's been days already.

'Week.'

I sighed. I should wait.

I start reading the said lessons, just to pass some time.

Reading, evaluating, answering.

It's already past lunch when I finished my things. My lower body felt numb because of sitting for too long.

I just ate the pizza from last night for lunch.

I washed up after. Just an hour before my shift time.

I dried my hair and just put a plain maroon shirt, and blue pants under.

While brushing my hair, my eye caught the coat I've known on my side table. It was hid under some books, it's hardly noticeable.

Wait, I thought I threw that thing already. Why's it here?

Or maybe I didn't. The coat looks expensive to be in trash. It would be a waste.

Well, it's not like he's looking for it anyway. He didn't mention it last time I see him.

See him, huh.

Will he be there as well tonight?

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