Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 33: Chaos in the bathroom

Even with the rain pelting down on him, soaking his hair and dripping into his eyes, his body burned from within....hot, suffocating, overwhelming.

"W–what... what did you do to ?" Sabe managed to gasp out, collapsing onto his knees. His voice cracked in pain and confusion.

The frail man stepped closer, his figure towering above Sabe as he slowly lifted his hands toward the mask covering his face.

Sabe blinked hard, trying to focus, trying to see, but the world dimd around him. His body felt heavy. Numb. Paralyzed.

He collapsed fully onto the wet ground.

Before he could see the man’s face, his consciousness slipped away.

The young man finally removed the mask, revealing his calm features.

"Alex’s Enigma scent is enough to knock out even the highest-level Alpha," Damien said coolly. Rain traced down the side of his face as he turned toward the burly man, who was no longer injured now standing fully upright with a neutral expression, his earlier wounds vanished like an illusion.

"Carry him to the car," Damien ordered. "We’ve accomplished our goal."

The burly man obeyed imdiately, lifting Sabe like he weighed nothing and heading toward the white Camry.

The storm continued to rage but their mission was already complete.

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anwhile, the next day soon arrived, with the golden morning sun casting soft rays across Gabe’s face. His eyelashes fluttered before he slowly opened his eyes, only for his gaze to land on Alex whose head rested at the very edge of the mattress while he sat awkwardly in a chair beside it.

A warm, sleepy, almost sultry smile tugged at Gabe’s lips. Without thinking, he lifted a hand toward Alex’s face. His fingertips brushed lightly down the bridge of Alex’s nose, trailing from closed eyelids to the curve of his lips...slow, deliberate, savoring.

He looks good even while sleeping, Gabe thought inwardly, the smirk on his face deepening as he leaned closer. I wish I could kiss him right now.

mories from the previous night flooded him instantly. Alex had volunteered...no, insisted on staying with him all night after Gabe’s "tears" about Sabe. He’d cried so hard, using every trick in his arsenal, that Alex had kept petting and comforting him until his eyes were burning and swollen. But to Gabe, it had been worth every second.

Playing the pity card works. I’m glad I’m good at it. And now... I’ve got him right where I want him.

His chest ward with silent laughter. I might end up staying in your house for a long ti, Alex. Even after I get my revenge on Sabe... I wouldn’t mind living here. Now that I think about it... I really want to know more about you. You’re far more interesting than I expected.

"Are you going to keep staring at ?" Alex’s voice suddenly cut through the quiet room as he opened his eyes smooth, unhurried, as if he’d been awake for a while and simply waiting.

Shock shot through Gabe like a lightning bolt. He jerked back instinctively, but Alex caught his wrist and pulled him forward again. Their faces hovered dangerously close so close their foreheads nearly touched. Warm breath mingled between them, heavy with unspoken tension.

"I wasn’t staring," Gabe finally managed after what felt like an eternity. His voice cracked slightly. "I just woke up too."

"Oh, really?" Alex lifted a brow, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Because I could feel your stare. Even in my sleep."

"Then you’re wrong," Gabe shot back imdiately, swallowing hard. He gently tugged his hand free once Alex’s grip loosened. Leaning back against the pillow, he tore his gaze away, trying...failing to steady his breathing. "Why did you sleep here?"

Looking at Alex for too long is dangerous. Everything about him is tempting. Too tempting.

"Do you expect to leave you alone in that state?" Alex replied with another raised eyebrow and that sa infuriating, heart-lting smirk. "I’m your therapist, rember? You said your therapy continues with . So if my client is having a breakdown, it’s my responsibility to stay and calm them down."

"You could’ve left after I fell asleep," Gabe muttered with a sigh heavy enough to sink a ship. "I know your body must be sore from sitting like that all night. You could’ve at least laid on the bed if you didn’t want to leave the room."

"You an lay on your bed?" Alex drawled, lifting his eyebrow even higher. "Are you really sure you’d be okay with that?"

He is absolutely flirting with , Gabe thought, heat blooming all over his skin. And of course I want you to sleep beside . But if you do, I should be the one asking if you’re sure... because we won’t just be sleeping. Sothing else will definitely happen.

"Hello?" Alex snapped his fingers gently in front of Gabe’s face. "Where did your mind wander off to?"

Gabe blinked rapidly, brought back from the vivid, inappropriate fantasies swirling in his head.

"I didn’t sleep on your bed because I didn’t want to inconvenience you," Alex continued in a softer tone, his expression easing into sothing warm, almost tender. "I thought about it, but in the end... I drifted back to the chair."

He’s flirting with and now pretending he’s innocent? Gabe ntally scoffed. Two can play this ga.

You’re good at flirting and then acting like you don’t know what you’re doing, Gabe thought, biting back a smirk. Fine. I’ll start doing the sa. Let’s see who wins.

"I understand," Gabe finally said out loud, lowering his gaze for a mont. "Thank you... for staying with during my down monts. I really appreciate it." His head bowed slightly, sincerity coating every word whether genuine or not, even he wasn’t sure.

"You’re welco. It’s my job as your therapist, after all," Alex replied with a warm, reassuring smile. He rose to his full height, towering over Gabe, who was now seated comfortably on the bed. "Anyway, let’s get you ready for the day. You already said you don’t want Damien or any of the personal servants attending to you. You want only . And that’s fine. Before you woke up... I already prepared your bath. I just need to carry you there so you can freshen up."

"Thank you," Gabe murmured with a small nod.

Without wasting another mont, Alex slipped his arms beneath him and lifted him effortlessly in a bridal carry. Gabe’s breath hitched slightly....Alex was warm, steady, strong. He held him with careful ease, as though Gabe were precious cargo.

Alex carried him toward the bathroom. The mont he pushed the door open, a wave of fragrant lavender and coconut drifted out, warm and soothing, instantly filling Gabe’s senses.

"Hmm... nice," Gabe whispered under his breath.

Alex gently lowered him into the large bathtub....still fully clothed in his shirt and trousers. Water lapped at his waist, soaking the fabric against his skin.

"You can help yourself from here," Alex said quietly, swallowing hard and refusing to let his gaze wander. "Once you’re done bathing, just call . I’ll co get you out." He placed a fluffy white towel beside the tub with a gentle tap.

"Sure," Gabe replied with a polite nod, returning the small bow Alex gave him before the man stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

The mont it clicked shut, Gabe exhaled in relief. "Fine... I don’t want sex to happen between us yet, so it’s better this way," he muttered under his breath. He began unbuttoning his soaked shirt, peeling the fabric away to reveal the lines of his well-tanned chest. A faint shiver ran across his skin as the warm water touched him.

Then ca his trousers... the mont he removed them, his hardened length bobbed above the surface.

"Damn it," Gabe muttered. Just from Alex’s touch... and the way their faces almost collided earlier... he was already hard.

But then his lips curved into a wicked smirk.

But just because I don’t want sex yet... doesn’t an I can’t tease him a bit.

His mind spun with possibilities.

And suddenly...

"Aaarrgh!!!"

His scream tore through the bathroom like a gunshot.

The door burst open imdiately, slamming into the wall. Alex rushed in, breathless, panic and shock written all over his face.

"What happened?!" he demanded.

"I....I.. saw a cockroach!!!" Gabe shrieked dramatically, pointing frantically at the tiled floor. He continued screaming at the top of his lungs while Alex scanned every corner of the bathroom.

No cockroach. No movent. Nothing.

Finally, Alex crouched beside the tub and gently gripped Gabe’s shoulders. "Calm down, okay? There’s no cockroach here, Gabe." His tone softened, soothing and reassuring. "You’re probably imagining things."

But he couldn’t help it....his lips twitched, and a quiet chuckle escaped him. A grown man... terrified of a cockroach. It was honestly adorable.

"But I really saw one!" Gabe insisted, voice cracking as he suddenly grabbed Alex by the collar. Before Alex could react, Gabe yanked...hard....dragging him into the bath.

Water splashed everywhere.

Alex gasped as he landed right inside the tub with Gabe, fully clothed, water soaking through every layer. His hair fell ssily across his forehead as he tried to regain his balance.

"I hate cockroaches!" Gabe wailed dramatically.

"But there’s none here," Alex replied breathlessly, managing to push his hair away from his eyes. He adjusted himself in the tub, careful not to sit on Gabe’s supposedly crippled legs. His chest rose and fell rapidly from the shock. "Gabe, you’re just overthinking."

Silence fell between them.

The air grew thick, warm, intimate.

Gabe stayed quiet, his expression a mix of faux fear and sly calculation. Slowly, deliberately, he began clearing away the soap bubbles gathered around his waist....clearing just enough for Alex, sitting so close, to get a very clear view of his... current state.

He pretended to be looking for the imaginary cockroach.

But he wasn’t.

He was showing Alex his dick on purpose.

And he knew exactly what he was doing.