Nameless Temptations

Chapter 3: Lucius

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Sitting at a lavish table while obscene, sexual sounds were coming from one of the rooms in his mansion seemed like a humiliation ritual of some sort. But that couldn't be further from the truth.

He has habits of ranting mansion to indulge in profound activities such as these, even though he doesn't participate.

Breakfast was being spread on the table by hired caterers, and so far, they're doing a commendable job. Understanding their role was to serve, not question.

They retreated to the kitchen, leaving him in the solace of his own company. He piled up his plate with all kinds of delicacies; pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and a glass of apple juice to wash it all down. A simple yet wholesome breakfast as a start to his not-so-wolesome day.

He wasted no time and started swallowing down the food like it was nothing. He went through a plate in mere minutes and began to fix another when he heard footsteps and whispers decent from the stairs.

He paid them no mind as they approached the table and pulled the chairs to sit.

"Eating without us. How typical of you," a voice commented, eliciting an eye twitch out of Lucius.

He ignored it and hoped that it would get the hint and keep its mouth shut. The voice persisted with unwanted questions and unnecessary conversations that Lucius was trying so hard to ignore. He could feel the frustration beneath his surface, as his regrets for accepting the invitation amplified.

A familiar chair scritch filled the room, and his view was consumed with tousled blonde hair and blue eyes. Of course, he would move chairs to get his attention.

"Don't ignore me, "he said with this dumb look on his face.

He turned his head to the guy sitting at the far right of the table, two chairs from him. His charcoal hair was damp, and his clothes looked too big for him. He had a thick, spicky collar on his neck, and his head was down. To be honest, he looked out of it.

"Did you have to train the recruit here?" Lucius's voice was a controlled growl. "I'm already bending the rules by allowing this, so don't make me regret it."

Nathaniel, who was settled comfortably preparing his plate, barely flinched, a smirk barely visible beneath his indifference as he looked around at the spread.

"He's fine. He just needs some time to recover. I'd appreciate it if you could relax. "

Lucius's gaze sharpened, and Nathaniel's smirk faltered. "This is your first warning. Keep your indulgences under control, or you'll find yourself without a partner in crime."

Lucius's glare made Nathaniel shift and squirm a little in his chair. He was flushed. It's his eyes that always get him.

"Don't worry. I'll tone it down. That's why I invited you to keep me in check. "

"The reason I'm even here is because I'm avoiding my wife and mother. I'm not here because I was planning on babysitting you. If you want someone to watch, then pay someone to do it, " he said, glancing at the still-dazed omega beside him.

Nathaniel waved his hand in a dismissive gesture leaning back on his chair. "My status doesn't allow that. Imagine all that hassle for a little fun. Plus, this one was mediocre at best."

Lucius, now irritated, turned his attention to the fruit salad. His attempt to enjoy it was violated by an unwelcome surprise. "Why are there mangos in this?" he demanded, spitting out the fruit in disgust.

The caterers, summoned back were visibly nervous, and stumbled over their explanations. But before they could finish, men with dark suits walked into the room and escorted them outside, where later gunshots were heard.