“Phew.”
Grayson, who had his head out of the water, checked his digital watch outside the pool while gasping for breath. 3 minutes and 2 seconds. He stayed afloat for a while, catching his breath. He planned to challenge the record again once he calmed down a bit. This was already his fourth time, and his record was getting shorter and shorter.
However, he had not yet regained his breath, but he put his head back under the water. It was an action that he did reflexively the moment Dane surfaced. While holding his breath, he could not think of anything else. He could only focus all his nerves on maintaining his life. Unfortunately, this method was also reaching its limit.
“Whew.”
Feeling the pain of his lungs bursting, he came out of the water again, gasping for breath and searching for his watch. When he realized that only a minute had passed, he had no choice but to admit it. He had to stop diving.
As he got out of the pool exhausted, Alex, who was always wandering around, approached him. He gently stroked the dog, who was panting and showing his intimacy, and headed to the sunbed. The dog followed him as if it was natural and lay down where his hand could reach. It was a familiar behavior that he had been doing for a long time. When Grayson lay down on the sunbed, Alex always lay down where his hand could reach. And he enjoyed his owner’s constant head scratching and fell into a leisurely rest.
As always, when he scratched his head, the dog closed his eyes and curled up on the floor as if he was comfortable. As he got older, Alex spent more time sleeping. He used to doze off often, but even during those times, whenever he saw Grayson, he would always be happy to see him and hover around him, trying to be by his side.
If only Dane were as simple as this guy.
When I saw him wagging his tail at Dane after falling for just a can, I suddenly felt dumbfounded. The guy who ate my Diana. I frowned for no reason, but when I saw him slowly wagging his tail from side to side and closing his eyes, I didn’t really care.
What could Dane be doing?
Naturally, his thoughts went in one direction. Now that he was tired of forcing himself to think, he just blankly let whatever came to mind. He must have gotten off work by now. Would he be going to that cheap hotel and drinking bad beer? After work, he would take care of his cat, take a shower, drink beer, and then fall asleep.
The time when we got off work together, drank beer, talked about this and that, and then fell asleep seemed like a dream. Now that I think about it, Dane had promised a lot of things, but what would happen to all of them?
Liar, it was all a lie.
Grayson cursed him inwardly. He must have planned it from the beginning. I was in the middle of the time, and I was a pure victim. He was looking for a new one by looking at the new one. Rex, what would you like to come to four funeral? ”Alex lifted his head in a soft voice. Grayson, who had been watching him tilt his head to one side and blink his eyes, smiled.
That wouldn't work.
In the past, he would have done so without hesitation. Just to see Dane again. But now it was different. He knew how Dane would react if he found out. For the same reason he had saved his ugly cat from the fire, he dismissed the thought that had come to mind. Even though there was almost no chance of Dane knowing the truth.
"Good, Alex."
Grayson lightly rubbed his nose against the dog's nose, patted its head, and headed inside the house. Alex groaned, but didn't follow. Dogs were trained not to enter the house.
Instead, Alex stood there until Grayson disappeared, then turned and headed toward his own house. Alex, who entered the building that Grayson had built for his dog, which Dane would have grumbled about if he had seen it, saying that it was bigger and more extravagant than the house he had lived in, lay down on the cleanly cleaned bed and yawned. Then, completely unaware of what had just happened, he fell into his usual comfortable sleep.
“Damn alpha.”
Grayson swore with a very angry face. He had already emptied half a bottle of whiskey straight, but he wasn’t ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) drunk at all. Even a strong drinker would be slightly tipsy at this point, but his mind was clear. It’s because of his damned nature. He doesn’t get drunk at all, no matter what drugs or alcohol he drinks. There are drugs and drinks developed for them, but to get them, he has to go to Steward’s lab. And he’ll be very curious and ask questions. Why do they need this, what are they going to use it for, tell me how it works, how did they not know Grayson Miller would take this drug, and so on.
“Fuck, you beggar.”
He poured himself another drink, cursing again. Even though he knew it was meaningless, he poured it anyway because he hoped he would get drunk someday. It was a long time ago, but I heard Keith did that when Yeonwoo left. There was talk that he might be the first hyperalpha to die from alcoholism.
If I die, will Dane come to my funeral?
That was a much more efficient idea than Alex dying. Dane would definitely come. And he would regret it. He would never forget me. Just like his mother.
Dane’s mother, that damn woman.
His mind filled with anger as he thought of Dane crying and regretting at his own funeral. If only she hadn’t died like that. No, if only she hadn’t beaten and tormented Dane, he wouldn’t have rejected me like that.
It was so unfair that she was already dead that he was going crazy. Damn, he emptied his remaining glass in one go, cursing again. As he was about to pour another drink, his phone suddenly rang. He was drinking alone and miserably at the snack bar where he had eaten and drank with Dane, and for a moment, he froze.
No way?
He quickly checked the caller with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and anxiety, and soon frowned. Grayson looked down at his phone for a moment with a face full of disappointment and annoyance, and eventually pressed the answer button.
“What?”
The other person said something to the casual remark. Grayson, who had been pouring the drink while listening silently, stopped.
“......What?”
He quietly placed the bottle on the bar table and stopped moving. The man continued to talk to Grayson, who was still silent. Grayson just listened silently. After the man’s urgent words, a short silence flowed. Grayson, who had been thinking of countless thoughts in his head, opened his mouth with a short sigh.
“Okay, I’ll go now.”
As soon as he hung up the phone, he turned around and walked out of the snack bar as if he was running. Behind him was a half-filled whiskey glass.
The drunk man’s scream sounded close, as if he was right next to me. You can’t expect soundproofing in a cheap hotel. Somewhere else, a couple could be heard moaning and fucking, as if they were having sex.
In the midst of this headache-inducing noise, Dane was lying on the bed with a blank face, staring at the ceiling. Darling, who was deaf, fortunately found a spot between Dane’s armpits and made a groaning sound. Dane stroked Darling’s body out of habit.
It’s been over a week since he came to this hotel. The human body is truly wicked. He had been staying at this hotel since the fire, but after three months at Grayson’s house, he was shocked to find this place so horrible.
