Chapter 3 - Personal Business (19+)
Keith couldn’t care less what had happened to someone he had left behind; it was no more insignificant than a speck of dust. Although I knew that very well, I couldn’t help but feel disenchanted whenever he was like this. I was even more disappointed in my own heart for beating so hard just from looking at his immaculate face despite all the flaws in his personality.
“I sincerely apologize for upsetting you. The meeting preparation is done. Everyone is waiting for you.”
Keith sighed lightly as if to call me pathetic. I was just about to follow him out when Keith suddenly turned his head around.
“What are you doing?”
“Following you, Mr. Pittman,” I answered, looking straight up at him.
Keith scoffed in disbelief. “Looking like that? Are you trying to shame me?”
“Why would my beaten-down getup shame you?
Ah. I belatedly realized that I had made a mistake. As I hesitated, Keith tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
“You’re not so stupid as to actually be asking that, right?”
“… I’m sorry.”
I apologized right away. His brows were still knit in dissatisfaction, but he soon turned away.
Keith and I turned our heads at the same time when someone called out. I couldn’t see who it was because Keith was blocking my sight. Thanks to the sweet scent that had amplified twofold, however, I didn’t need to see him to know who it was.
Birds of a feather did indeed flock together. Keith’s friend was just like him: filthy rich, in charge, and an attractive Extreme Alpha. Moreover, they were both polo players. If I were to point out a difference, that man was much more frisky. Grayson Miller was a passionate lover to everyone he got together with.
The only problem was that his love ended very quickly and coldly.
A rather famous tale told that Grayson had laughed at the face of a woman who was about to kill herself after getting dumped by him. What was most terrifying was that he laughed with all his heart, with such glee. As if he had never seen a better show. This is what Grayson told her as she stood desperate.
“Jesus Christ. Even if you do that, you hold absolutely no value to me. But if you would like to amuse me for a good minute, sure, go ahead and jump. I guess you could be of some use.”
Grayson laughed for a long time after saying that. He even bent his torso while cackling, as if he were truly entertained. Out of everyone present at the scene, Grayson was the only person who laughed.
It was a miserable end to love. It was a good thing that she ultimately gave up on the thought of suicide, but it was said that she had to receive counseling for quite a long time after that incident. Of course, Grayson didn’t care at all. He found new love, went back on his words declaring that they weren’t “the one” either, and once again set off in search of new love.
As thick-skinned as he was, he claimed that he was always truthfully in love with the other person at that moment—all the while staring back with those cold eyes.
“Why, if it isn’t Yeonwoo! It’s been a while.”
I dryly looked up at the rambunctious man. “Hello, Mr. Miller.”
“I told you, call me Grayson.”
He clicked his tongue and reached out with his arm, but I quickly stepped back. Keith, who was watching the entire scene, shook his head.
“Don’t bother. This guy doesn’t make for a good plaything.”
“Plaything? I’m always truthfully in love.”
“I politely refuse,” I interjected firmly.
The two men simultaneously looked down at me. The pressure of having two muscular men, who were both almost two meters tall no less, stand right before my eyes was choking me. I looked up and straightened my body, which seemed helplessly smaller in comparison to theirs.
Keith stared back at me and scoffed. “You really have strange taste.”
“Me?” Grayson turned toward him, looking truly surprised.
Keith very frankly eyed me up and down, as if he were carefully measuring my price. He soon turned toward Grayson once more.
“You’re probably the only one who would flirt with him.”
And Keith was probably the only one who could say something like that right in front of the subject of conversation. For a moment, I failed to control my facial expression. Thankfully, the two were looking at each other while making useless talk and didn’t seem to notice my unrest.
“Why? Oh, right. You don’t sleep with omega males.” Grayson chuckled, answering himself. “What a funny guy. I’ve never seen an alpha who wouldn’t sleep with an omega, save for my younger brother and you. Why don’t you like omegas?”
Keith creased his brows. “Omega or not, you’re talking men. I’m not interested in holding men.”
“Omegas are different from normal men. You’d know if you held one,” Grayson laughed and patted Keith’s shoulder. “You’re missing out on good fun, Keith. It’s unfortunate, really.”
“Get your hand off me. I don’t need that kind of fun,” Keith spat coldly, slapping Grayson’s hand. “Most of all, I’d hate to see some other b*stard’s genitalia. Just imagining it disgusts me. You’re the strange one for getting hard while looking at one.”
Grayson suddenly bent backward and burst out in laughter. It was surprisingly filled with joy.
“Look, s*x with an omega isn’t like that. Ah… if you ever tried it, you’d never be able to say that. Even if it’s a man, omegas are different. People sleep with omega males because—”
Just then, Grayson suddenly paused and looked at me, who was just standing there and watching the two converse. When our eyes met, he wore a mask of surprise much too late.