Chapter 41 - Prescription

The doctor’s prescription was certainly effective. As he had predicted, I no longer had trouble breathing, and my brain wasn’t as jumbled as before. The only source of my conflict was Keith and Keith alone.

The sweet scent of pheromones still brought me pain but reminding myself that it was Keith’s helped me bear it. The only other reason I found it difficult to bear was just that I was an omega. I was only able to not get aroused because I had overdosed on my meds. It was terrifying just to imagine what would have become of me if I had been directly exposed to his pheromones.

If such a thing happened, Keith would fire me on the spot.

This bitter conclusion was much too realistic, and the reality check helped me clear my thoughts. Next on my chain of thought were some contemplations befitting reality. This was an issue of choice. At any rate, I couldn’t live like this. I had to get rid of the symptoms, whether it be through treatment or some other method.

“Don’t you find it strange that I’m okay with just your pheromones?” After much hesitation, I opened my mouth and asked a risky question.

He threw me a glance. He didn’t look bewildered at all. “You know I’ll never lay so much as a finger on you.”

He was indeed correct, and it pierced a hole through my heart.

“…Yes,” I admitted with difficulty before shutting my mouth once again.

Keith didn’t say anything else, as if to give me time to think about it.

Keith’s offer was perfect. I would be receiving therapy and treatment from the best doctor, and I wouldn’t need to worry about my job. Moreover, the opportunity to live in Keith’s mansion was a fortune too good to pass.

At the same time, however, that was the biggest problem. Would I be able to keep my feelings hidden while living in the same residence as Keith?

I would also have to take more meds than usual. I didn’t know exactly what side effects there would be if I continued to take more than the normal dosage over an extended period. I had once heard of a case where someone had continued to take more meds than recommended. One day, the inhibition wore off, and his heat cycle did not stop until his mental state was affected. Going mad scared me. If anything, I would rather be rendered infertile.

The former case was much rarer than the latter, but no exact data had been found about exactly how much meds one had to take over what period for a certain side effect to take place. If I continued to live in this man’s house, I would one day become infertile or go insane or perhaps both. After all, I had transitioned into an omega after being washed over by this man’s pheromones.

‘But…’ I bit my lip. ‘How could I not drink out of this poisoned goblet?’

The car came to a halt. I clenched my hands and placed them on top of my knees.

“I understand,” I began, managing not to stutter. “I will take your offer, Mr. Pittman. Thank you for being considerate.”

After saying everything in one breath, the tension in my body disappeared. I unwittingly cracked a joke. “It’s unbelievable to think that Mr. Pittman would kiss a man. I will take this to my grave.”

I was stupidly brave enough to force a smile. However, Keith did not laugh; all he did was deeply inhale the cigarette smoke. He blew out a lengthy smoke and flashed a cold smile. “Your face is my type. If you were a woman, I would have slept with you.”

If he had, how soon would he have abandoned me?

Suddenly, Annabel’s face brushed past my head. How short was the shortest again? I ruminated on some meaningless memories.

With his hand that was holding the cigarette, Keith lightly knocked on the panel that was blocking off the driver’s seat and, soon enough, the car started again.

“My luggage—” I opened my mouth a beat too late.

Keith mockingly asked, “Can you even get out of the car?”