Danger Zone

His sweats are dropping wildly down to his neck as he walks through the crowds inside the bar. One of his bosses calls him and instructs him to meet a very important person to this bar. 

Whoever this person is, he must've had a lot of power that his boss looks scared when he got the call. He looks around the bar but he can't spot the person he is told to meet here. 

He pulls out his phone and checks the description that they give him before he left the headquarters. He sighs as he reads it with his eyes and roams around the bar to see the man in the description.

"Long black hair…"

He enumerates the description as he looks around until he spots the person. Daime is sitting at the far right corner of the room, watching the lost lamb as he looks for him in the middle of the bar.

"He has a colorful butterfly tattoo on his hand… That is somewhat distinctive."

Daime watches him spin around and look for him but his confused expression is what makes him attractive. The young man is never a player. He promised his brother that he will not play anyone's hearts even if he is hurting.

But there is something with this person that makes want to throw everything aside and fuck him relentlessly. Daime sighs as he looks away from him and stares at the other woman in the room.

And that's how the man, who is standing in the middle of the room, spots the person that he is looking for. He puts his phone away and walks towards the Alpha. 

The musky and heavy scent that is coming from Daime is making him run away but wants to stay. He clears his throat until he gets Daime's attention. He just doesn't want to sit there uninvited or the Alpha will pry him open for invasion of privacy. 

When Daime is not looking at him, he tries to call his name but the latter is still not responding. He heaves a deep breathe before calling Daime with the name that the old lady has give him. 

"Mr. Andros?"

Daime looks at the man who calls him by that name and shows a tiny grin on his lips. He shifts his body so he can look at the man fully as he stares at him up and down. 

The man in front of him is a beauty. Something that is worth cherishing and fucking relentlessly in the bedroom. The Alpha in him is awakening by the sweet scent coming from the Omega. 

He doesn't why the company or the headquarters that he called brings an Omega to him, even after knowing that he is an Alpha and his pheromones are covering the whole bar. 

The man in front of him gulps as he tries not to stare too much at Daime or he will go crazy because of the pheromones. 

"Yes?"

His voice, he takes a good note to that. The man gulps as he bows his head to him and presents his card. Daime takes it without leaning towards the table or even lifting his back away from the chair rest. 

Daime reads the card with his eyes and gestures the man to sit in front of him. He can gesture him to sit beside him but that will be too predatory. 

In his mind, if he wants this man on his bed later this evening, he needs to let things flow and makes him submit to him before this conversation ends. 

Little did he know, the man in front of him is already sweating under his suit as he tries to avoid Daime's piercing gaze. 

Daime chuckles in his mind as he plays along the scenario of this poor Omega in front of him, begging and fucking him until he can't walk anymore. 

"Are you okay?"

The Omega looks at Daime and nods his head slowly. He can't look at him or he will die. He can't help but be submissive to a guy like Daime. The Omega in him is already screaming the Alpha's name as if it is a prayer. 

Daime hums at his response and leans forward to the man and cuffs his chin to make him look at the young man.

"You look rather pale, Mr. Andrei. Are you sure you are okay?"

Anyone who will be looking at them now, will think that Daime is pressuring him to tell him something important that can change anyone's life. But in reality, the Omega is trying to suppress his pheromones so he won't be attracting any unwanted attentions.

The Omega nods and looks at the martini glass in front of him. Daime chuckles as he slowly caresses the other man's chin before sitting down on his chair again.

"Since you look so nervous under my presence, I will cut to the chase. I want your company to sell me the Vladymyrrh Tavern."

Upon hearing the name of the cursed restaurant, the Omega looks at the Alpha with his eyes wide open. Looking at the man's expression, Daime knows exactly why he is so shock about his offer.

"B-Bu-But, Sir. That tavern-"

"I will buy it for five million Swiss Franc and I would like it to be put under my name."

The Omega suddenly becomes more nervous that anyone else inside the bar. The Alpha's pheromones are too much for him already and now, this newfound pressure is giving him extra headache.

"I-I-I-"

"Seven. I will buy it in cash."

Daime has enough savings other than his money that Grandmama gives him when he turned the age of eighteen. 

Buying the tavern is never a big deal to him since he has so many ideas of how to turn it into an attraction once again. Something that should've been done many years ago, if his grandfather did not fell ill and his parents did not sell it to the Santoros.

Maybe it is a good thing that Grandmama did not buy the tavern immediately or he will have a hard time buying it now. The Omega swallows a thick saliva that is stuck in his throat as he pulls out a handkerchief and carefully wipes his sweat away. 

The Omega looks at the serious Alpha as he thinks for a way out of this but he knows that he can't go anywhere unless he accepts his offer of buying the tavern in a much larger price other than what the Santoros had offered them. 

He excuses himself momentarily to call his boss, who is sitting nervously at the headquarters and waiting for the Omega's report. 

When the Omega calls, his boss scrambles to his feet as he answers the call and clears his throat. 

"Hello?"

But instead of an answer, he hears the Omega talking to someone but the voice is not distinguish. He thinks that the Omega is pranking on him and is about to drop the call when a deep and low voice answers him back.

"Hello, this is Mr. Andros, the person who called your company last night. I will cut to the chase and will let you decide until tomorrow morning. 

I want you to sell me the Vladymyrrh Tavern for the price of ten million Swiss Franc. I hope to hear your call soon."

After that, the latter drops the call and looks at the Omega beside him. Mr. Andrei is shivering at the silvery gaze that the Alpha is giving him. 

He doesn't know what will happen to him up to this point but Daime offers him a ride to heaven. He is now sitting at the passenger seat while Daime is driving his newly bought car from the car dealer shop. 

Daime is looking at the beautiful Omega beside him but Mr. Andrei is not looking at him at all. The young man chuckles in his mind as he draws his hand over the other man's thigh and gives it a little squeeze.

The action made the Omega gasps in response. The sound makes the Alpha in him jumps in excitement. It has been months since he has experience sex since there is no one lives up to the mountain except him and Mrs. Novinchi. 

Daime continues to caress the Omega's legs and squeezes his thigh once again. But this time, the Omega's response is much more melodic that Daime wishes he records it. 

"M-M-Mister An-dros…"

The sweetness of his voice makes Daime's arum stands. He swerves the car into an abandoned park in the middle of the night before parking like a bad boy and looks at the Omega who is gasping for air. 

"You look so beautiful, little Omega."

The Omega takes note of his voice again. Earlier, his voice sounds like a honey, dripping down his body and leaving it sticky for the rest of the day. 

But now, this man's voice becomes aggressive and sexy. The Omega in him is already screaming in pleasure but his mind is screaming danger. 

The latter pushes his seat back before leaning the car seat's backrest and looks at the Omega as an invitation. The Omega lets his body moves as straddles himself in the Alpha's muscular thighs. 

"A-A-Alpha… ngh…"

Daime heaves a deep breath as he leans forward and upward to the Omega and kisses him on his lips. The kiss starts from a very sweet one, as if the Alpha is testing the waters and see if the Omega will give him a response that he will definitely like. 

When the Omega whimpers, Daime immediately captures those whimpers and kisses the Omega in a vigorous manner. Daime doesn't care anymore. He will take this Omega if it is the last thing he does.