Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 31: Revenge plan

"Exactly," Alex confird, his voice dropping into a dangerously calm register that sent chills crawling down Damien’s spine. "Kidnap that motherfucker."

For a mont, the room fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of Gabe’s soft, rhythmic breathing on the bed. Damien swallowed hard, the thrill he felt monts ago evaporating instantly. He didn’t need clarification. He already knew too well the kind of fate that awaited anyone unfortunate enough to fall into Alex’s hands.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck as stress settled deep into his shoulders. "He’s screwed..." He exhaled heavily, resigned to the dangerous task he’d sohow been roped into.

anwhile, Alex’s eyes drifted toward Gabe once more, his thoughts dark and conflicted. Even though I know Gabe’s full of pretense, I’m not blind, he thought, his jaw tightening with restrained frustration. I need to vent this anger sohow and Sabe is the perfect target. Besides, it’s not like he never hurt Gabe. I saw everything with my own eyes.

"You can leave now," Alex added sharply, turning his attention back to Damien and snapping him out of his anxious spiral of thoughts.

"Huh?" Damien blinked, raising an eyebrow as he swallowed hard again. He stepped closer, grabbed Alex by the arm, and dragged him out of the room before shutting the door firmly, leaving Gabe inside.

"What do you want now? Why do you have to drag out of the room?" Alex asked, irritation clear on his face as he glared at Damien.

"You’re going to go back to Gabe soon, so I won’t take much of your ti." Damien rubbed his palms together, excitent bubbling back up in his expression. "Anyway... if it’s possible, you can try...." he lowered his voice dramatically "....stroking his dick tonight again. Like you both did at Sabe’s house."

Alex stared at him blankly.

"In fact," Damien continued with unashad enthusiasm, "I need to hear more about whatever you were telling . We couldn’t talk properly on the phone because of Gabe, but now that we’re here... we can talk. Let’s et in the garden later. Or what do you think?"

"Get lost," Alex snapped, voice booming so suddenly that it sent a jolt of terror shooting down Damien’s spine. "Don’t you have better things to do?"

"Oh, I do," Damien replied with complete seriousness. "And hearing more of that gist....about what you and Gabe did is the better thing I have to do right now."

Alex let out a cold exhale. "If you want to hear anything, then you better start planning how to kidnap Sabe imdiately." His tone was firm, leaving no room for debate. He flexed his hand, clenching it into a fist. "My hand is itching."

"Fine, fine. I’ll get going now," Damien sighed heavily, already ntally listing all the madness he’d need to pull off. He took a few steps down the stairs before turning back with a mischievous grin. "Anyway, whatever happened this morning, make sure you get even closer to Gabe. It’ll help."

With that, he practically skipped down the stairs with renewed excitent, leaving Alex standing alone in the hallway.

Only then did Alex turn and walk back into the room.

"He’s asleep?" Alex muttered, raising an eyebrow as he approached the bed. Gabe’s head was resting against one of the pillows, his breathing soft and steady...pletely unaware of the storm brewing around him.

Alex walked closer, sat at the edge of the bed, and leaned down until he could feel Gabe’s warm breath brushing lightly against his face. His expression softened, but his eyes glowed faintly gold with seriousness.

"Don’t worry," Alex murmured under his breath, voice low and promising. "I’ll help you get a little revenge on that bastard of a husband tonight. You just relax... and wait to hear the news."

He gently adjusted Gabe’s position, helped him lie down properly, and pulled the duvet up over his body. After one last lingering look at him, Alex stood, quietly stepped out of the room, and shut the door behind him with a soft click.

*****

anwhile, after what felt like forever, the sky had already darkened completely. The house was quiet.

Sabe, who had been unconscious on the floor, finally stirred. A pained groan escaped him as he opened his eyes slowly, his hand instinctively flying to his throbbing head.

"Fuck... what the fuck..." he muttered, his voice hoarse as he forced himself to sit upright. His head felt like it was splitting open, each pulse of pain threatening to crack his skull.

"What the hell happened here?" he whispered to himself, eyes darting around the room in confusion. "Why am I in Gabe’s room? Why the hell am I even on the floor?"

He pulled his hand away from his forehead and lowered it to his lap.

His breath hitched.

There, stained across his palm was dried blood.

"What?!" Sabe jerked back in shock, his eyes widening as the realization sank in. "How the fuck did I get injured?!"

His voice cracked as he let out a loud scream that echoed off the walls.

Instantly, regret surged as the scream made the pounding in his head intensify tenfold. He grabbed his head tightly, hissing in pain.

"Did... did sothing happen in this room...?" he whispered shakily, fear slowly creeping into his voice.

He slowly pushed himself off the floor, swaying slightly as dizziness washed over him. His hand imdiately shot out to grip the wall, steadying himself while his vision blurred in and out.

Where’s Gabe though? Sabe wondered, blinking hard. Yeah... I rember. His therapist was supposed to co today. So where’s he then? Is he downstairs with his therapist? Or did he move sowhere else?

Still feeling disoriented, he walked out of the room, using the wall as support as he descended the stairs. The mont he reached the lower floor, he was t with the strong aroma of food....rich, warm, and unmistakably homade. The food Alex was preparing for Gabe.

Sabe wrinkled his nose, confusion and irritation mixing unpleasantly in his chest.

Just what the hell is going on here? Where’s Gabe? Where’s the therapist? And why does this house sll like soone else has taken over?

Letting out a scoff, he marched toward one of the downstairs rooms....the CCTV control room. His footsteps echoed sharply as he entered. Without wasting a second, he navigated to the footage from earlier and began playing everything that had happened in the living room.

His jaw clenched.

"He actually carried him in his hands?!" Sabe exploded, his voice rising with sheer disbelief and anger. "He....he was the one cooking for Gabe too? He carried him into the room?! And what the hell is a therapist doing in his room?!"

He slamd his palm against the table, fury brimming inside him.

"And where the hell are all the servants I employed specifically because of Gabe?! Why is no one here doing their damn job?!"

With a sharp movent, he stood up and stord out of the CCTV room, his mind spiraling with more questions than answers.

Fuck! There’s no cara in that room, he thought as he walked down the hallway. But there’s no damn way I got a bleeding head in Gabe’s room without sothing happening. And I don’t even have the mory of going into his room!

He dragged both hands down his face in frustration.

Besides... why isn’t there any other recording? Why did the footage end exactly at the mont the therapist carried Gabe inside? The cara didn’t even capture entering the room but I still sohow ended up in Gabe’s room, bleeding.

He stopped walking, his heartbeat rising.

There are only two possibilities: I got the head injury before entering Gabe’s room... or I got it after entering. Both sound ridiculous. One of them is crippled, for fuck’s sake, and the other is just a beta....even if he’s physically bigger. That still doesn’t change the fact that he’s a beta. He shouldn’t be capable of knocking out like that.

He clenched his teeth.

So how the hell did I end up with a bleeding head? And more importantly... where the fuck is Gabe?

Annoyance mixed with sothing uncomfortably close to fear.

Don’t tell the therapy session made him leave my house again...? He always seems to disappear whenever I’m not watching.

Ping!

The notification sound sliced through his thoughts. He quickly pulled his phone out, hoping....almost praying it was Gabe.

But disappointnt settled imdiately when he saw the caller ID.

It was Matthew, his secretary... the one carrying his child.

Sabe sighed and answered.

"Hi, baby! Have you forgotten we’re supposed to et tonight?" Matthew’s sultry, teasing voice dripped through the speaker. "I’m all dressed up and waiting for you..."

Sabe’s expression softened instantly, a warm smile replacing the irritation on his face. "Oh, yeah. I haven’t forgotten, baby. I’ll be on my way right now," he said gently. "I love you."

"I love you too," Matthew purred before the call ended.

Sabe lowered the phone and let out a long, heavy sigh.

"Well... I’ll get my head bandaged at the pharmacy on the way to et Matthew," he muttered to himself. "And I can think about Gabe later. It’s not good to keep my pregnant partner waiting."

With that final thought, he stepped out of the huge building, the night air brushing against his skin as the door shut behind him.