Exposed at meeting:I'm living with my Boss

Chapter 3 Help…

“Bang!” The door was flung open with such force that my wandering mind was slightly pulled back to reality. Before I could collect myself, my hands were twisted behind my back, and I was slammed onto the sofa.

I was startled and tried to struggle, but the person on top of me pressed down on my thighs, making it impossible for me to move.

“Help…” I was about to call for help when my mouth was tightly covered.

“Don’t shout.” Charles pressed my hands above my head. Hearing his voice, I calmed down instead.

'My boss is here. I’m safe. Anyway, if you're robbing for money, I don't have any. If you're robbing for something else, well, that's not out of the question...’ I wondered For some reason, the scent in the air was particularly pleasant, and I took a deep breath. 'Besides, my boss would never… If he wanted to, he would have done it long ago. Not to be presumptuous, but if Charles were to look for someone, it would definitely be an Omega. No matter what, he wouldn’t… me.'

My thoughts were a bit fragmented.

After pinning me down, Charles pressed his fingers on his phone, and the call was quickly answered.

“Dr. Thompson,” Charles’s Adam’s apple bobbed. I couldn’t see his expression in the dim light, but I could feel his eyes scanning me.

“Can Betas go into heat because of pheromones?” Charles asked.

There was a long silence on the other end. “Impossible, Betas don’t go into heat.”

Charles touched the spot on his neck where my lips had brushed against earlier. “Then she can’t be crazy, can she?”

“Well then, let me check her pheromone levels,” The doctor said. Charles readily agreed and took off his black metal bracelet, putting it on my wrist. I looked at the bracelet in a daze.

The thoughts in my head became muddled again, like paste. That slender, strong hand took off the bracelet, held my hand, put the bracelet on me, and then was about to leave. I grabbed that hand, not wanting it to go.

Charles looked down at his grasped hand and smiled, a strange sense of satisfaction curving his lips. I blinked, grinning foolishly at him, my eyes glazed over, and murmured, “Hehe, so handsome.”

Charles gripped the sofa, his knuckles turning white. He muttered to himself, “I’m sure she’s not normal.”

He came back to his senses, remembered the phone, and asked Hazel Thompson. “Well?”

Hazel’s tone was strange. “Charles, are you sure this person is a Beta? Based on their current hormone levels, this is completely an Omega in heat.”

“Are you sure?”

Hazel made his judgment. “Although the probability is very small, it is only possible that this Beta has been stimulated by strong pheromones and has undergone a secondary differentiation into an Omega.”

Charles fell silent, hanging up the phone quietly. He lowered his head and wiped away the tears that had spilled from my flushed eyes.

'It smells so good.' He had never encountered such an appealing pheromone if only she were an Omega. 'That would be nice.'

Before he realized it, Charles leaned closer to my neck, the scent of my pheromones making him dizzy.

I cried unconsciously, hugged him tightly, and murmured, “So uncomfortable…”

'Why, is it so hot?' Charles smelled so good. I took a deep breath, wanting that scent to enter my nostrils, my body, along with the air.

'Huff… Huff…' Charles suddenly pushed me away, almost fleeing the room in a panic.

I sat up in a daze, my warm, flushed face turning from side to side.

'The source of the scent is gone.' I wanted to open the door but found it was locked.

“Open the door.” I patted the door.

Charles gave instructions from outside. “Ella, you need to calm down now. Go take a cold shower. When you’re back to normal, I’ll open the door.”

I sniffed. 'The source of the scent is outside. I can only have it if the door is open.'

“Okay.” My head was dizzy and heavy as I went to take a shower. Not fully conscious, I turned on the showerhead and stood under the running water for a long time.

“Ella…” Someone was calling my name. The voice drew closer and closer, calling out again and again. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and the source of the scent came in.

Charles grabbed my hand and asked fiercely, “What are you doing?”

I looked at him. “Taking a shower.”

Charles laughed in exasperation. It turned out that I hadn’t even taken off my clothes. I had been showering in my clothes for over ten minutes, completely drenched.

The wet fabric clung tightly to my skin, outlining my figure. He pulled me out of the bathroom and draped a dry towel over my head. “Dry yourself.”

Charles didn’t dare to look at me.

“Oh.” I felt dazed again. 'The source of the scent is right beside me.' After drying my hair, I said, “Boss, I’m hungry.”

“Wait, I’ll make you something.” Charles was silent for a moment. “What do you want to eat?”

I walked closer to him, hugged Charles’s waist, stood on tiptoe, and tugged at his collar. The gland under his collar looked sweet and delicious. Just smelling it made me blissfully happy. I stared at it, my wet, hot tongue touching his trembling skin.

'What is this smell? Oh right, it’s pheromones.' I didn’t understand how I, a Beta, suddenly became obsessed with pheromones. But at this juncture, I suddenly remembered something I had seen on a search engine before. Alphas or Omegas who suppress their nature for a long time without getting marked can go crazy.

'The boss is so mean and a workaholic. It’s hard to say if it’s because he’s holding back,' I wondered.

“Mark me,” I said, purely on instinct, too dizzy to think. “Let me have a taste of your pheromones.”

'Just a little, even a little is good. I’m going crazy wanting it,' I wondered.

Charles froze, looking down at me with eyes that seemed to want to devour me whole.

“You said it.” His hand slowly rose to my waist.

“Yes, I said it.” My expression remained unchanged, my heart didn’t skip a beat.

Charles stared at my face, then suddenly leaned in and captured my lips with a kiss that was almost predatory. One hand wrapped around my waist, pressing me tightly against him, while the other slid through the bend of my knee.

His eyes quickly lost focus, and we both fell onto the soft bedding.

Inside the room, the scent of two pheromones intertwined, constantly escalating.

In the end, I was too exhausted to hold onto Charles’s neck. I reached out to push him, murmuring, “No more, I’m full.”

Charles was completely caught up in the heat of the moment, unable to stop. He grabbed both of my hands, pinning them above my head, and leaned down to suck on my tongue.

It wasn’t until the kiss became suffocating from lack of oxygen that I couldn’t even speak. Only then did Charles let go, panting.

He nibbled on my earlobe with satisfaction, his voice a sweet drawl I had never heard before. “No, baby, it’s only fair… You have to let me have my fill too.”