Ceo Ji-hoon pulls out after a climax, releasing the topless woman as she practically collapses on the conference table.
Ji-hoon catches his breath as he watches his seed leak out her, dripping down her thighs to the floor. The protection he had on broke, a common occurrence male alphas experience.
He averts his gaze from her, twisting his neck to the now opened door and the visibly flustered young man behind it.
"You must be Liam Miller. Ola already called me earlier and summed up your appearance for me." His voice makes an echo in the conference room, holding authority in his tone despite the circumstance.
He strides to the entrance, taking a good long look at him, "Although , he didn't do you justice."
Mikaela barely hears a word he says, his eyes locked in the massive bulge in Ji-hoon's unzipped pants. He's still hard.
Ji-hoon steps out of the door, his shoulder brushing against Mikaela's, "Give me a moment to straighten up." He walks to the direction of the bathrooms.
Mikaela takes a final glimpse at the brunette woman on the conference table now rendered immobile, catching a sight of a blissful smile on her face.
— • —
Well, there is no way to sugarcoat it. Mikaela's heat got triggered. After a steady routine of consistently taking his heat suppressants, how could he be so careless today?
Mikaela has always dreaded feeling this way, even though it was simply his biology taking control. It was his monthly reminder that he was born an Omega, born weak to his own body. For the past few years, he has not only been able to fool others that he wasn't omega but slowly convince himself as well.
Now he is in a car ride back to Jang Towers, with a bodyguard taking the wheel, leaving both him and Ji-hoon at the back alone.
Mikaela tries to endure being tormented with pheromones, knowing that the entire operation would fall apart if he is identified as an omega.
The efforts to hide the discomfort on his face do not go unnoticed.
"We can drop you off so you can resume tomorrow. You're clearly ill." Ji-hoon remarks.
Why is he so awfully close? There's plenty of space at his side! Ugh, his pheromones are making me go insane!
"I'm alright sir really so there's no need to fuss-"
Ji-hoon gets so close to Mikaela's face that they can hear each other breathe. He places his right hand over Mikaela's forehead, "You're heating up. You had a long day. Tell us your address so you can go home and get some rest."
Mikaela is cornered. Making up a fake address on the spot wouldn't be an issue if they weren't going to drop him off at that location. He also can't use the address on his persona's resume because it's out of state since Liam Miller is supposed to be new in the city to avoid any background checks.
What is Mikaela going to do?
— • —
65 Baker's Row. I really chose that address out of all other options.
Mikaela reprimands himself for saying the address of his go-to spot for croissants as soon as he enters his apartment.
The street was an hour walk to his actual apartment. Usually shorter on his bike, but with no bike or vehicle for that matter, coupled with his triggered heat, it was a slow agitating trek before he was able to get into a cab and go home.
As he sits on the floor, his back against the entrance door, his body rapidly gives in to his heat cycle. The scent from his sweat after the walk clouds his senses, yet there is another scent in the mix.
Ji-hoon's.
Mikaela hates how pathetic his little omega brain is to be able to pick up Ji-hoon's pheromones from a slight forehead touch and hold onto it. Right now, his body is aching to be used by an alpha.
His mind keeps going back to that topless woman at the conference table, how loud and utterly shameless she was…God he wishes he was her.
'No, that's just my hormones talking.'
His cycle takes over his thoughts, filling his mind with sex, Alpha's pheromones, and babies. God, he wants babies…
He tries touching himself to calm his high libido. He zips his pants down, tossing them aside. He grips his thighs with his palms— imitating his past lovers. Still not enough. He needs more than this.
He slides a hand down to his briefs. It's soaking wet. He hated masturbating so much he sucked at it, not wanting to learn how to satisfy his own body as an omega and relied solely on his past sexual partners for pleasure. But he can't continue his day with an aching hole and a boner.
He pulls his briefs down to his knees as he spreads his thighs apart. He lubricates two of his fingers with his wetness and proceeds to insert them in. At the same time, he pleasures himself by jerking off, thrusting his hips to the air simultaneously.
He climaxes after five minutes, breathing heavily as he lays on the floor.
I need to call Darcy to check available apartments for rent at 65 Baker's Row.
He makes a mental note before passing out on the floor, unprepared for the occurrences that await him on his official first day as Ji-hoon's secretary tomorrow.