Omega Scent

6. Lewd thoughts

Zac peeked out his bedroom window and saw the gates of the house open until Jeremiah's car got in. With a mischievous smile, he went into the kitchen and got into position. He waited until Jeremiah actually came in, then began to put his plan into action.

At this time, Jeremiah walked in, he rolled up his sleeves. As he was about to go upstairs, he heard a slight noise.

"What are you doing?" Jeremiah is surprised to see Zac throwing some things into the box.

Zac's hand didn't stop, but he replied, "Are you blind? You can see for yourself what I'm doing."

Jeremiah angrily grabbed the box on the floor. "Stop it! Why are you throwing away my coffee and beer? Are you crazy?"

Zac finally looked at him. It was unclear what expression Omega was making, he looked straight at Jeremiah and crossed his arms.

Jeremiah ignored it, he took out the contents of the box and was about to put it back in the cupboard.

"Hey, I have to throw it away!" Zac exclaimed, snatching the box again.

"And what right do you have to throw away my things? Am I allowed to?"

"Why do I need permission?"

"..."

This Omega is insane!

"Look, I had to throw it away because your mom asked for it. If you want to protest, do it to your mother, okay?" Zac said.

Jeremiah's hand movements stopped. Mom?

Seeing Jeremiah in a daze, Zac smiled and grabbed the box again. "Listen, aren't we doing acting? Then we have to do it seriously. You know that your mother came here yesterday, she was very worried about your habits of life. She asked me to change you."

Jeremiah was furious. "Then do you really have to throw it away? Do you need to be this serious?"

Zac looked at him. "If I don't, your mother will suspect that I'm a fake boyfriend."

"I just need to hide this coffee, no need to throw it away!"

"No. Must be thrown out!"

"You ..."

"Remi honey, come on, if you do something, you have to do it seriously. You have a lot of money, throwing away this kind of stuff won't make you poor. After all, it's to convince your mother."

Jeremiah looked at Zac with disdain. He was sure this Omega was doing everything on purpose to annoy him.

"No, then no!" said Jeremiah no less stubbornly.

Zac was unfazed, instead picking up another empty box and throwing the things Jeremiah had put back together. After seeing the stubborn treatment, Jeremiah grabbed the box again, arranged his coffee and beer in the cupboard in a hurry and Zac was going to get another box to throw it away. Then Jeremiah put it back together and Zac threw it out again. And so on until both people were exhausted.

The two of them were panting with emotion and tired, staring intently at each other.

Finally Zac came to his senses and snatched the box roughly from Jeremiah's hands.

"Throw it away!" Zac exclaimed.

"No!" replied Jeremiah, snatching the box again.

"Throw away!"

"No!

"Throw away!"

"No!"

"Throw it away, Remi!"

"No!"

"Thro—ah!"

Unforeseen events occur; before Zac grabbed the box, Jeremiah grabbed Omega's hand first, because both of them were careless and the force used by Jeremiah was too strong, both of them fall. They both slip on the floor. However, they didn't immediately fall safely, Jeremiah was on his back and Zac was on top of him. Their chests touched.

Zac, who didn't expect to fall on the soft spot, opened his closed eyes, only to be met by dark brown eyes.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah, just stared dazedly at the person above his chest. He was practically stunned by the clear green eyes that were so close to his face. And he noticed that Zac's face even looked blemish white from this close. He gulped slowly.

There was a faint, subtle scent passing through his nostrils; not like pheromones or perfumes. A scent that is hard to explain.

“Y-You … let me go.”

Zac's thin lips moved to say something, but Jeremiah's focus was solely on how supple they were and what if he chewed them greedily.

As a result of this thought, violent turmoil rose from his stomach to his throat and he vomited.

Zac, "................" Did he just throw up at me?

Zac, who felt his hand get hit by the disgusting viscous liquid, flinched. He casually grabbed the beer bottle on the floor and hit Jeremiah on the head with it with all his might.

***

"Hey, look, I'm sorry, ok? Besides, it's not entirely my fault. You suddenly pulled me down and threw up on my hands. What I did was a self-defense move." Zac gave an excuse.

In front of him, Jeremiah with a wet towel was pressing the blisters and bumps on his forehead with a bad face. Ignore the Omega.

Zac felt so guilty, he grabbed the ointment from the medicine box. "You have to use this ointment or the lump won't heal."

Jeremiah snatched the ointment violently.

"You can't apply it yourself, let me help you," Zac offered.

"Go away," replied Jeremiah emphatically.

"No. I hit you, I'll take responsibility."

"Go f*cking away!"

"But ..."

"Go! I said go!" Jeremiah slammed the towel roughly onto the table, glaring at Zac. "Being around you just pisses me off! Go where I can't see you! Don't test my patience again."

Zac didn't fully hear Jeremiah's anger, he saw the big bump on Alpha's forehead and stopped himself from laughing.

The lump was large, red and purple at the same time, almost like a shiny ripe grape.

"Pfft!" Zac couldn't help but laugh at the end. The wet towel was thrown in his face. He looked at Jeremiah somewhat embarrassed. "Come on, I can really treat a wound. Do you want to keep that lump on your forehead?"

Jeremiah was silent.

"Besides, I didn't release my pheromones, why are you throwing up? I told you it wasn't my fault, right?" Zac is still defending himself.

In fact, Jeremiah knew what had happened to his own condition. It was true that he was vomiting this time not because of the pheromones, but because of something else. For this one cause, only Jeremiah knew, not even Seth ever knew.

Namely, apart from the smell of Omega's pheromones, Jeremiah could also throw up if he thought pervertedly about Omega.

And ... it's the second time he's had such perverted thoughts about Zac.

F*ck! He didn't like this Omega, how could he think such lewd things against him?

Is this instinct?

After all, looking at Zac's thin lips, it's really tempting. He imagined those little lips going full into his crush and how the Omega would eventually moan beneath him.

"Uh." Jeremiah clutched his stomach and mouth.

Seeing that Alpha was about to vomit, Zac automatically backed off. "Hey, why do you want to throw up again? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you? Look! It seems you really aren't allergic to Omega pheromones, but to something else, right?"

"..."

Jeremiah's eyes quivered nervously as Zac stared at him probingly.

"Ah. I think I know what made you throw up this time."

Jeremiah's jaw tightened.

Zac asked awkwardly, "You threw up because you were mesmerized by my good looks, right? Right?"

"..."

Somebody please throw this Omega to hell!

***

Zac was bored at home doing nothing, especially since two days ago the Alpha didn't come back at all and left without a word. Zac had asked Seth, and the Beta said that Jeremiah was away on a business trip.

Why doesn't Zac believe in that reasoning?

He was very sure that Jeremiah was avoiding him. By the way it's good too. Zac is freer to do whatever he wants now.

So when one of his customers called him to ask to meet, Zac happily agreed.

Zac went to a well-known restaurant and in one of the private rooms, the waiter said that someone was waiting for him.

"How many people are there?" Zac asked the waiter as he adjusted his clothes.

"About five, sir." The waiter answered.

Zac saw the waiter's ribbon tie tilted and grabbed it to fix it. Zac's sudden movement took the waiter by surprise. Especially when he saw Zac's face very close to him.

"Look, your tie is crooked. It will detract from your best look. I have OCD, so I can't stand this. Do you mind?" Zac patted the tie after fixing it.

As to whether he really is OCD, it's just a gimmick.

"N-No. Thank you, sir."

"Shh. Don't be so stiff, I'm also here to work. I'm a host, you know."

The waiter blushed. "I actually recognized you. I saw you often when you were at the bar."

Zac was shocked. "Oho. Turns out you like playing at the bar too? Next time you go there, look for me. If I'm not around, you can ask anyone for my contact details. No one doesn't know me there."

"Really? Can I find you?" The waiter was a little surprised.

"Why not?" Zac winked.

The waiter was nervous. Zac today is wearing fashionable clothes. He was wearing skiny jeans and his body was wrapped in a soft floral shirt and combined with a contrast colored vest, he also wore a scarf wrapped around his thin shoulders. His slightly long hair was purposely a bit messy.

But it makes him very handsome and a bit mischievous.

Who wouldn't fall in love with him. Even for Beta like him?

"Then I'll play sometime." The waiter was excited.

"Of course." Zac put on his best smile. "Don't forget to prepare a good tip."

The waiter nodded and said goodbye happily. The smile on Zac's face disappeared as soon as the waiter was out of sight.

"Waiting for the salary from the arrogant Alpha is so long. I still have to try to make money for my life, right?"

Zac sighed. Not feeling guilty at all teasing the poor waiter.

He adjusted his clothes once more, before finally curling his lips with the best smile, then knocking on the door of the private room.

As soon as he entered, Zac didn't notice that hidden eyes were watching him.

tbc.