FOUR
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The faint caress of fingers on his cheeks had Rowan's eyes fluttering open. He stared dazily at the person in front of him, not quite taking in his surroundings in his sleepy haze.
A hand gently traced the slope of his nose. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
The familiar voice chased any lingering sleep and Rowan's eyes widened when he recognized the face in front of him. “Adrian!”
The other gave him a smile. “You look pretty in your sleep.”
That made Rowan sit up pretty fast. “What the f**k are you doing in my room?”
“Your room?” Adrian repeated with a raised eyebrow. He sat up, running his fingers through his hair.
“You're in my house, captain.”
Rowan looked around the room. Unfamiliar dark walls and furniture stared back at him and he felt his heart sink.
The alpha's eyes lowered to the clothes he was wearing. Silk blue pajamas and not the suit he was wearing last night.
“I'm leaving.” He made to stand up but a sharp pain in his waist had him collapsing to the floor. “What the f**k?”
Adrian crouched beside him, brows furrowed in worry. “You shouldn't have gotten up so fast, captain.”
Rowan's eyes fell on the mirror and his eyes widened at his own reflection.
Red marks bloomed across his neck and collarbone, standing out against his pale skin. He touched one with a finger, chest tightening.
He didn't remember asking for any of this.
“The last thing I remember was going to the restroom.” He looked at Adrian. “What did you do to me?”
"You needed someone." Adrian held Rowan's gaze without flinching. "I made sure it was me."
"Isn't that generous of me, captain?"
"No," Rowan mumbled, shaking his head.
They barely managed to stay in the same room without arguing. There was no world in which Rowan would willingly sleep with Adrian Voss.
"You're lying," he whispered while Adrian simply looked at him.
The alpha searched his own memories, desperate to prove him wrong, but all he found were broken images. A kiss, hands tangled in silver hair and lips trailing over his heated skin.
How could this have happened? His rut wasn't supposed to come till another week and now—
“Yes,” Adrian murmured, interrupting his thoughts. “I f****d you last night and we both enjoyed it.”
“f**k you,” Rowan spat, eyes narrowed in anger.
“I was the one who did the f*****g, captain.” Adrian smiled at him. “You weren't complaining.”
Rowan stood up from the ground, ignoring the pain flaring in his waist and hips. It felt like his insides had been battered and every movement felt like a punishment. He bit back a wince as he headed for the door.
Adrian was beside him, hands extended to steady him. “Let me help you with the—”
Rowan slapped the hand away with a scowl. “Keep your hands to yourself, Voss.”
His eyes blazed with anger as he looked at Adrian. “Don't you ever touch me again.”
The playful look on Adrian's face vanished and his jaw tightened. “I was only trying to help.”
Rowan felt slight satisfaction at that. He couldn't be the only one suffering. “Well I don't need your help.”
“I've never needed it.” He glanced around the room. “Where are my clothes?”
Adrian shrugged, crossing his arms. “They're ruined. I had to throw them away.”
Rowan's gaze fell on his phone atop the bedside drawer and he snatched it, sending a quick text of his location to his driver.
He looked up at Adrian. “You'll not tell anyone what happened between us and we're gonna pretend this never happened.”
"I wasn't planning to," the other murmured, tilting his head. "I waited twelve years for you."
Rowan frowned at him. "What are you—"
What does that even mean? Was this some kind of sick joke?
"I'm not sharing you with the world just yet," Adrian said, gaze falling to the alpha's lips.
Rowan shoved him hard, sending him stumbling back. “If you come near me again, I'll f*****g punch you in the face.”
With that, he walked out of the room.
Adrian looked down at the handprint on his chest before laughing under his breath. "One day, you'll stop pushing me away."
Navigating Adrian's house wasn't difficult. Rowan slowly descended the stairs, mindful of his soreness while cursing Adrian in his mind.
“So you're the reason why my son was too busy to see me,” a voice said and Rowan paused, gaze falling on the man seated comfortably on the sofa.
The alpha's heart sank as he recognized the man. Everyone in Virelia city knew who he was.
Damien Voss, CEO of Voss industries, one of the top conglomerates in the world and as Rowan's rotten luck would have it, turned out to be Adrian's father.
How convenient.
“I didn't know you were friends,” Damien continued, crossing his legs.
Rowan swallowed. “I'm… I—”
“He was just leaving,” came Adrian's voice from atop the stairs.
Rowan lifted his head and their eyes met. The other's face gave nothing away and he let out a sharp inhale, grip tightening around his phone.
“Is that so?” Damien murmured. “That's a shame. I thought we could have breakfast together.”
“I have something urgent to do,” Rowan said, meeting Damien's eyes. “It was a pleasure meeting you, sir.”
“So polite,” the older man mumbled. “Adrian should learn a thing from you.”
Rowan was unsure how to respond to that.
“That’s enough,” Adrian interrupted, calmly descending the stairs. He grabbed Rowan's arm and without a word, dragged him away.
“Be sure to drop by sometime,” Damien called after them and Adrian scoffed under his breath.
Rowan shrugged off his arm as soon as they were outside. “I told you not to touch me.”
Adrian's face was expressionless. “Let's hope you can keep up the energy for the next match.”
“See you soon, captain.” With that, he turned and walked back inside.
“Asshole,” Rowan murmured and headed to the gate, ignoring the inquisitive gazes of the maids in the garden.
This was the last time they were going to see him anyways.
A black jeep was parked at the front and Rowan got in, closing his eyes. “Did my parents call?”
“Yes, sir.” The driver started the vehicle. “They asked what time you'll be visiting.”
Rowan's muscles ached and his skin felt foreign. He couldn't bear his parents harsh words.
That would just make things worse.
“Tell them that I'm busy with training,” he murmured, opening his eyes.
He switched off his phone and carelessly flung it on the seat.
“Okay, sir.”
Rowan knew that his parents would be livid, especially his father. But he could deal with their anger some other time.
More than anything, the alpha wanted to scrub the night from his skin. He wanted to wash away Adrian's scent, the hickeys on his neck.
Rowan wanted to wake up and discover none of it had happened but every ache in his body was a reminder that it had.
And as the car pulled away from the mansion, Rowan wasn't thinking of how to defeat Adrian Voss.
He was wondering if his life has been ruined.
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