The Badboy is an Omega

Chapter 07 - Zinon

“Alright!” Rachel could not stand the awkward situation her uncle was in. She stepped up to his side and whispered in his ear. “He meant Jay, not you.”

Jay saw how the boss’ forehead lines had deepened in confusion. His eyes swept between Jay and the man behind standing close to his back.

The boss cleared his throat nonetheless, the lump in his throat wouldn’t get away. “That… M-Mr.-?”

“I need to talk with your employee in private,” Zinon said, but his attention was on Jay, making sure he was clear this time.

“Jay? D-did he do something?” He was getting more fearful. The boss knew how his young worker deals with their special guests. And to think that this man might get the idea that he’s the one who ordered Jay to beat him made him piss his pants.

His fear became more apparent when Zinon withdrew his gaze from Jay and finally landed his eyes on him. It was at that moment that the boss noticed the redness of his jaw.

“I’ll have to borrow your office for a moment.” Zinon treated the boss’ question like air. It reached him, at the same time, it can be treated like nothing.

“S-sure, sure,” he replied all too quickly. If the big boss heard nothing, then he, too, said nothing. His rising curiosity about his jaw was quelled in an instant.

He ignored the very thing that made him anxious and focused his energy on serving the man. He jumped to his feet and reached the door of his office in no time. His office was opened as he stood aside, waiting for the man to enter.

Jay knew the boss was on the verge of groveling at the man’s feet. Their exchange made him annoyed with how things had turned around. This man should have been thrown outside a long time ago. However, with the boss’ protection, the man walked away with his limbs intact. And now, he wanted to be alone with him like a civilized person? What a pretentious prick.

Zinon, without uttering another word, took a silent and steady stride to the offered room. His behavior clearly told everyone that his words were expecting obedience.

‘What are you dawdling about?’ The boss’ eyes told Jay when he made no move to follow the guest.

Jay shrugged his shoulders. Might as well get this over quickly. He’s ‘normally’ not a fist person if presented with sound reasons that coincide with his frequency. If that creep makes any wrong moves again, he’ll continue his plan. He will just have to deal with the boss in the aftermath.

Rachel patted him. “Entertain the guest well. I’ll be going back below. Good luck, babe.”

His friend had left him and the boss was now silently urging him to get inside his office. Jay took a step with leisure until he reached the door.

“Boss, I should get a bonus for this,” Jay said to him.

“Alright! Now hurry and get inside!”

Jay was pushed, though the boss’ strength did nothing to move him. He went in of his own volition when the boss made no sign of refusal of his bonus.

Once he was secured inside, the boss pulled the door shut, leaving the two alone with each other again.

The creep was standing still in front of the wall, staring at the sole painting of the room.

“You should have sold this painting instead of letting it rot here.”

Jay could not help but show a look of surprise. f**k. This guy was really his stalker. “You f*****g stalker.”

How else did this guy know he painted? His signature on the canvass was only J.MR.

The creep turned his head and raised a straight brow at him. “Why don’t you sit first and let’s talk properly.”

Jay revealed a mocking smile. “Right. But first, did you follow me?”

“I did not,” Zinon answered truthfully, at the very least on his own terms. He did not trail this man himself but ordered someone to dig anything they could find on him.

A day after their first encounter, information about this human fell into his hands. A week of observation from the cameras of the building before he decided to approach him again. The result was an almost broken jaw.

“Only a moron would believe you.” Surprisingly, Jay was calm with this atmosphere between them even if he knew the guy was lying. He sat on the couch and spread both of his arms. “Next question, are you some kind of nympho?”

The smooth face of his stalker could not maintain its frozen expression and began to crack at the offensive word used to him.

“Oh? What’s with that face?” Jay continued without letting him open his mouth. “You never considered yourself one? Wow.”

Zinon breathed deeply. He had a vague sense of handling this gut and that’s to ignore his provocations if he wanted to finish whatever he came here for. “I am here for a different matter. I heard you dropped out of your college because of your lack of money.”

“You know everything now, huh?”

Zinon walked to the old wooden desk facing the couch. He leaned his butt and crossed his arms while looking down at the carefree guy in front of him.

“I can offer you funds that you can use until you graduate. A gallery of your own, an exhibition, or whatever you want.”

The man had barely finished his words when Jay started to laugh out loud. He couldn’t believe this kind of drama was happening to him. Was his masculine body that desirable?

“You freaking horny dog. I don’t sell myself.”

Zinon had paused for a moment when he saw him laugh. Unconsciously, his eyes could not leave his face. He saw how his little fangs that were used earlier to bite him peeked when he stretched his lips.

He shifted his leg as he tore away his eyes from those lips.

“I don’t even plan on buying it.” As he raked Jay’s body in a not subtle way.

Jay’s laughter subsided and he stared at him with all his seriousness. “Quit your bullshit.”

“It’s you who said that bullshit first,” Zinon stated calmly. He found his composure. It would be better if this guy only knew how to curse. “What I need are only words spoken by you and after that...we will have nothing to do with each other. You won’t be hearing from me anymore.”

Jay did not budge. Words, yeah right. He would believe him if he had been assaulted twice by this guy. And how precious his words were to cost that much money. They both knew that the matter was still in the air waiting for someone’s alibi. And sure enough, after their intense glaring against each other, the one who harbored the crime broke down. The bastard avoided his eyes, his fist went into his mouth and let out a little cough.

“It was an accident, I mistook you for someone.” That was the lame excuse Jay received.

The cold and unremorseful reason made him raise a brow. “Twice?”

“Yes, I mistook you twice,” the handsome bastard affirmed with gritted teeth.

He did not know why but Jay found pleasure in making this man play with his palm. He hid his smirk when he bowed his head in thought.

“So, do you agree?”

You haven’t even apologized, you prick. Jay wanted to say.

“You can name your price if what I offered wasn’t enough.”

He’s f*****g insistent, huh. Though he didn’t believe him, Jay got curious about those magic words he needed to say to make this guy go away. “Let’s hear it, what crap words are they? You don’t plan to have me confess to a crime and record, right? Cause you’ll be dead before I can even recite them.”

Zinonignored his threat as he began to scan the desk the moment Jay got curious about his offer. He grabbed a pad of sticky notes and a pen that he found lying on the surface.

Jay saw those long fingers jotted with quick strokes on the notes before being ripped, all in a smooth succession.

The bastard then left his post and, with just a step, he gave the small paper to him. Jay snatched it from his hand. His two brows were raised even higher when he read what was written.

Fuck, is this bastard playing a prank? Jay read once again what was written. The words were a bit laughable. For an adult like him, to write these kinds of words! And to think that this person was working in a higher position in a business empire!

But wait… the words seemed to be a bit familiar. He took the paper more closely with his eyes. As if by doing that, he could understand this man’s crazy behavior.

His thoughts traveled to those past encounters. The words that this man uttered twice when they met. He was pretty sure the one on the paper had the same format. He vaguely remembered that this man had also said his name to him. But with Jay’s overwhelming anger at that time, it did not register on his mind.

Is this guy really serious? What game was he playing? Or he’s simply not in the right mind.

“You… what’s your name again?” Jay asked. He wasn’t interested at first in anything with this guy, but as the situation became like this, he couldn’t keep calling him this and that. His disgust and anger with him were somewhat replaced with pity. The man had a clear problem with his head. He needed professional help.

While Jay was in his own thoughts, he did not notice how the face of the man standing in front of him had darkened.

Zinon, all this while, had assumed he knew him since he said his name at the very first encounter. And all the while he was observing this human on the camera, walking suspiciously around his building. It was clear as the day that this guy thought he could black mail him about what he did that day. He was waiting and even reduced the security on his floor.

However, now that he looks back, not even once, his name never came out from Jay's lips nor had he received any threat. Instead, he was always faced with a beating in their two encounters.

“So?” Jay looked up to him when he had not received an answer. “You gone deaf?”

He struggled for a moment. This was a small thing, but somehow answering this human was like admitting defeat.

However, with Jay’s unwavering stare, Zinon exhaled a breath before saying his name again.

“Zinon… Zinon Sta – “

The melodious ringtone sounds out again, interrupting his words.