Peculiar Case of an Alpha (KENTELL)

CHAPTER 06

Paulo felt the chill of the air conditioner. He wanted to turn it off but Josh prefer it otherwise. What the delta wanted least to do is disobey his 'master' and be an eyesore to him. The omega is already pissed, he might get a loud piercing shout if he added fuel.

To make himself heated, he pulled the comforter to his naked chest, tucking himself under the cover. Paulo stared at the ceiling's dim bulb for a minute, with the sound of a shower splashing inside the bathroom door located in front of the bed he was laying.

The man got bored quickly, decided to get up and reach his slacks at the edge of the bed, his hand slipping inside its pocket to get the carton of cigarettes and lighter. He then pulled one stick and lit it, a sense of calmness spread out in his throat as he inhale the smoke of the cigarette. When he was satisfied, he exhaled, the smoke he inhaled rushing out in his nose. He repeated the process for a couple of minutes, waiting for Josh to come out from the bathroom.

He's taking a while, he thought to himself and closed his eyes to extend his relaxation. Not until he heard the voice.

"Taking a smoke huh?" Paulo opened his eyes and saw the older man standing next to the bed, his petite body covered only with a white bathrobe. His hair was wet, some small bristles covering his eyes adding an appeal to his angelic face. Yet the so-called angel was frowning with a penetrating gaze that creates a shiver up close to anyone.

The younger man then lifted his left hand, showing the carton of cigarettes he was holding.

"Do you want one sir?" He asked in demeanor behavior, but the boss didn't answer and instead pulled one stick. The omega bites it on his lips, furthermore leaning forward to the delta on the bed, close to his lips only to stick the end of their cigarettes together, igniting a small fire in Josh's stick.

Paulo however wasn't fazed with the older's act and waited for his boss to sit next to him.

A small puff of smoke came out of Josh's nose as he leaned on the bed's headboard.

"You could've bought a better smoke. You got money, I don't know why you bought this cheap crap."

"I'm saving up."

Josh chuckled at the younger's answer and inhaled another smoke. "Yeah right."

When Paulo heard the man's answer, he left the bed and threw his cigarette on the cement floor stomping it. He then took his pants from the bed to wear them. Turning his head around, the delta asked. "Would we return to sir Suson's house?"

The older groaned. "No, not until that secretary leaves Felip."

"Sir Suson maybe called him."

"Which side are you on?"

The younger zipped his pants and answered, without batting an eye. "Yours sir, I'm only stating my opinion."

Josh rolled his eyes as a response and puffed a cloud of smoke.

"Felip-" The older mentioned and continued. "He's dismissive this couple of weeks, not telling me about his whereabouts."

Paulo sat back at the bed, his feet still on the ground. "Is it because of Lady Santos?"

"Mother kept asking about the date." The omega clicked his tongue, his chest turning heavy, even the cigarette wasn't helping to ease the pesky pain. The date he was talking about was the wedding. He remembered how 'Veronica', his mother went home from China without telling; and seeing her by the balcony of Josh's home caused him.... Nauseous. Out of nervousness? Or out of fear. By how Veronica would look at him with those obsidian eyes, a shiver would always run in his spine since he could remember. Until now it never changed.