Dane walked across the shower floor with wet footsteps, brushing his damp hair away. He didn’t notice the presence of another person until he lifted his head, letting out a tired sigh. And then, unguarded, he t eyes with Grayson Miller, who had been waiting for him. Imdiately, Dane’s brow furrowed.
"What’s this?"
Dane spoke his thoughts aloud, and Grayson opened his mouth again. He seed to be struggling to say sothing, but Dane waited, watching his furrowed brow, for him to speak. However, Grayson couldn’t find the words. His gaze was fixated on Dane's chest, unblinking, as if nailed to it.
In the silence, the only sound was the steady dripping of water from the shower, each droplet making a rhythmic tick on the floor. Grayson, not even blinking, stared in a daze at Dane's chest, completely entranced.
Had he ever seen such a perfect chest before?
The well-ford flesh filled out the space of the chest without any gaps. The pinkish nipples were perfectly sized, and the small areola ford a flawless circle. The chest, suspended on a perfectly defined six-pack, was so enticing that just looking at it made Grayson’s mouth water. Such a beautiful, alluring chest really existed in the world.
Grayson rubbed his eyes with his arm, blinking a few tis. Yet, it was still there. That perfect chest.
Grayson’s stomach churned, and his lower body stiffened. He blinked blankly, his words vanishing as only Dane’s chest remained in his mind.
That perfect chest.
anwhile, Dane felt uncomfortable as he watched Grayson, who had lowered his head without a word. Usually, he would have ignored soone like him, thinking him unworthy of his attention, but not this ti. The reason was clear. Grayson had shown him an unexpected side of himself.
Even if Grayson were to act foolish again, it wouldn’t be the sa as before. He couldn’t easily dismiss him with pheromones and just run away. The reason was the sa.
Though he hadn’t wanted or even thought about it, what had happened was already done. Dane had figured it out, and he couldn’t ignore it.
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Sighing deeply, Dane took a long breath, and as he exhaled, his beautiful chest rose and fell. Grayson’s eyes were glued to the srizing sight, not missing a single mont of it.
"If you have sothing to say, I’ll listen another ti. But today, you should leave. I’m too tired to wait," Dane said calmly, a tone unlike himself. He moved his body slightly and left the room. As he passed Grayson, he lightly tapped his arm as if to offer encouragent. He then bent over, picking up the clothes that had been left by the door and walking out.
The sound of wet footsteps gradually faded. Grayson turned his head, but by then, Dane was already gone. He stood there, still dazed, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) recalling the chest that was now imprinted in his mind, and suddenly, a forgotten realization ca to him.
Right, that perfect chest.
He had thought so before. That he would never see such a magnificent chest again.
When? When was that?
...That ti.
Suddenly, Grayson realized. He had completely forgotten the thoughts he’d had about the extre oga he’d been searching for. Strangely enough, the one who had filled his mind all this ti was none other than that man.
Dane Striker.
The sudden realization shook him deeply. He wasn’t sure how to process this new fact.
Had he forgotten the fateful mate he had been searching for all his life? That was everything to him—how could he forget such an existence? How could soone else take over his mind so completely? And so perfectly?
"That can’t be right," Grayson muttered to himself, rubbing his face with one hand, still unsure.
Dane Striker couldn’t be an oga. He was clearly the epito of a beta male. How could soone so overflowing with testosterone be an oga? It didn’t make sense. His mind must have been playing tricks on him. Yes, there could only be one reason.
"...Pheromones."
He muttered under his breath.
"I need to take them out."
Once the decision was made, Grayson acted swiftly. Without hesitation, he turned around and left the room. He got into the car he had parked outside and drove away, already convinced. That man was definitely not an oga.
But could it really be that way?
After handing his car keys to the valet and entering the mansion, Grayson found himself in deep thought.
There couldn’t possibly be another chest like that, right? The size, the roundness, that incredible elasticity—could there really be another chest like that in the world? That was just impossible!
The only thing he could rember clearly was seeing such a perfect chest. He couldn’t recall the shape or color, but that one detail, that chest, was burned into his mind. And the most amazing chest he had ever seen, and would likely never see again, was Dane Striker’s.
‘Was it big?’
The words he had asked the fortune teller suddenly ca to mind.
"Grayson! It’s been so long!"
The host, spotting Grayson as soon as he entered the hall, greeted him with a wide smile, his arms open in welco. With a cheerful face, the host scanned Grayson from head to toe.
"How’ve you been? Where have you been all this ti?"
At the light rebuke, Grayson feigned mory loss and answered, glancing at the host.
"Has it been that long? I was at the last party."
He was referring to the orgy party disguised as a pheromone party. The host glanced sideways and scolded Grayson.
"You didn’t co to my party! I’ve been waiting forever!"
"Sorry, sorry. I’ve been a bit busy."
Grayson apologized with a smile, and the host tilted his head, looking up at him.
"The famous bum is too busy, huh?"
The host, fully aware of Grayson’s reputation as a slacker, expressed his doubt out loud, but Grayson casually responded.
"I got a job as a firefighter."
"What? A firefighter? How did that happen? And wait, you’re alone? Where’s your partner?"
The host’s voice rose in surprise as he asked one after another. People nearby turned and stared at them, surprised. Grayson shrugged off the questions.
"I just wanted to try it. There’s no special soone, so isn’t that why I’m here?"
With that, he answered all the questions at once. The host nodded, though not fully convinced, and stopped probing.
Grayson looked around the hall intentionally, then said,
"Well then, I should go achieve the purpose of why I ca to this party... it was good to see you, nice party."
After a standard goodbye, Grayson walked towards the center of the chaos. Just then, as if waiting for this mont, another man approached the host.
"Grayson’s a firefighter? Is that really what I heard?"
"Yeah, I’m also questioning my own ears. You all heard it too, right?"
The others nodded in agreent. The host muttered to himself, still staring in the direction Grayson had gone.
"What kind of change of heart is this?"
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