Chapter sixteen

— "How do you feel about your stay?"

To say that the question had taken him aback was not a lie, the older man with the strong features was undoubtedly intimidating, however, his words were softer than he had ever thought.

Edgar Coleman wasn't known for having such a nice chat with people outside his circle, and Estefan didn't know much about him, in fact, the few times I did get to see him…they were terrible.

I blink without wanting to think about it much more, and I watch the man, waiting for his answer that was not long in coming.

— "It's... comfortable..." — Well, that was a lie, but the man didn't seem too interested in saying more. Their conversation ended as quickly as he left, and when dinner was over, everyone headed to their respective rooms, including him.

He just didn't expect Andrew to be inside him, who hadn't been with them for more than twenty minutes during dinner. Her footsteps stopped and although her face was always serious, Estefan opened her eyes a little wider, surprised by the majestic man in a robe, he looked as serious as ever and his gaze was glued to a digital tablet.

He was still so identical to Elio...

She cleared her throat and Andrew looked up to meet him, the pheromone blockers she'd consumed had worked so well now that the man's beautiful eyes didn't have as much of an effect on him, obviously neither did the pheromones.

— "Mr. Miller," — she nodded.

— What is he doing here? — Was being direct, one of the qualities that Estefan had always treated for better or for worse.

Andrew sighed as if the question seemed silly to him… er, well, was it really silly? Estefan questioned herself mentally.

— Miller, isn't it obvious? — We should start sleeping together from day one.

Well, if she was a bit of a fool, in fact, since he entered the place, he felt like an idiot.

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There was discomfort, and that was evident, but things turned out a little differently from how Estefan imagined them, and that is because, sitting to one side in the chair from before, Andrés is with the same digital tablet without taking his eyes off her, while Estefan took refuge from the sudden cold in the blankets of a bed that seemed much larger than it was.

— "Uh, Mr. Coleman…" — he started, — "Are you sure he's okay?" — He... He intended to stay on the couch all night and not in bed. Andrew just nodded without saying anything, so Estefan was a little embarrassed to continue insisting… but he couldn't sleep for a long time.

He closed his eyes, but sleep never came, despite feeling so tired, his mind was more awake than ever and the only thing he thought about was what would happen tomorrow, if all this would really work or if he just threw himself into the herd before the correct time.

The bed was comfortable, much more comfortable than in his house, but still he felt so bad now. If he saw the ceiling he would not see a weathered sky, but a thin ceiling, and if he turned a little to the right, he would not find the loneliness of the room, to which he was more than used to, but he would have an unknown person, but identical to the love that was lost among the stars.

His feelings had been almost completely stolen by the amount of medication he consumed daily, but even so, he was not entirely indifferent to the man who had the same face as Elio. He had wanted so badly to die...but her heart and his mind never agreed, so here he was, clinging like a dirty dog.

His mind kept wandering over and over, and now the pheromone blockers were beginning to lose their twelve-hour effect, and by the time the clock struck one in the morning, Estefan had begun to tremble. He wasn't ignorant, he knew what was going on, and it gave him a little discomfort just imagining it.

Luckily, his heat wasn't the cause, but it seemed the dominant pheromones identical to his marker were beginning to wreak havoc on the fragile needy body, so he was only slightly surprised when he gasped and Andrew noticed the discomfort from him. He.

—"Looks like it's starting, right?"

"That's obvious…"

Nothing came out of his mouth, but he couldn't help but think about it.

Andrew looked at the body writhing slightly on the quilt and wasn't surprised. He had spent many days studying the possible behaviors, and especially what he should do in each case. He was a man up several steps, and the next thing he did was very well justified.

Furthermore, he approached the sensitive omega and simply touched his neck where the mark rested, receiving a loud groan.

— "It should be fine in a few minutes." — He was not good at consoling. The omega continued to writhe for a few more moments, but his work did not end here. "Mr. Miller" The passive's big eyes looked bright, as if he was starting to get excited... and that made Andrew feel a little annoyed. This was an omega about to get turned on. He sighed, and more information wandered in his mind, yes, this omega was not like that by his will... he observed himself again, and indeed, along with the brightness of the orbs, there was the tremendous discomfort, so he sighed and said, withdrawing his hand from the foreign collar:

— "Mr. Miller, try to inhale slowly, take as many pheromones as you can from me until you get used to it...

It sounded simple, but for Estefan it wasn't, he felt suffocated as soon as he took a drag on the air, he tried it once, two, three, five times, but in all of them he kept panting helplessly. He completely processed the aroma of the other, and the face de Andrew was still stern towards him.

— "I understand," — the man said, but when Estefan was about to try again, her full lips pressed against hers and the pheromones stopped her violent swirl.

It was a kiss, a strange kiss that gave her chills and something more than that, because his pants began to tighten so disgustingly...