You’re Courting Me?!

NINE|| The Aronohai Misa

Work is monotonous.

Draft letters, schedule appointments, clear scheduled appointments, organize Bastard’s schedule, and deal with Bastard. Respectfully. I’ve decided to never be rude to him again. I’ve regained my sense of self-preservation.

At least, that’s all work is supposed to be.

“I didn’t touch your secretary, I’m into women you know, and I’m pretty sure he’s not into girls”. Succubus sighs like it’s physically paining her to explain this.

Huh?

What does she mean?

I look up at Bastard, his face mirroring my thoughts exactly.

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I clock in early, it’s in my best interest that I do not do anything that offends Bastard. I absolutely refuse to set him off in any way. I don’t trust him. I can get behind the fact that he didn’t report me. Honestly, I’m more grateful than anything. But, I do not trust him. I refuse to fall into any traps, I will act right and mind my business. Even if he’s been giving me serial killer eyes lately. Really intense ones.

I take the elevator to the top floor where Bastard’s office is and my darling desk is situated. Of course, I don’t hesitate to greet my fellow employees, quietly though. Wouldn’t want to offend any alphas or betas this early. Or at all.

I might’ve skipped to my seat in joy. Don’t blame me, a high-class office means a better work environment, which means first class tools. Like an amazing desk and chair.

But you see…there is a woman in my seat.

There is a woman in my seat.

I stop and quickly avert my eyes, self-preservation will always be a priority. I can feel her eyes on me, she’s looking into my soul.

I calmly walk up to her. I’m a secretary, I have to be on my best behavior. She’s clearly waiting for Bastard.

“Good morning, how can I help you?”.

“Who are you?”. Wow, she sounds cold, like ice. And very scary, like some kind of royalty.

“My name is Hagakure Sorahiko, I am Mr Aronohai’s secretary”, I reply, bowing.

“Don’t you know who I am?”. Wow, Elsa’s laying it on thick. I should’ve expected this from someone like Bastard, bringing his flings to the workplace. I can already see a future where I get slapped by flowers. Everyone knows the secretary always gets smacked, Damn Bastard.

I don’t want to get hit by some raving chick.

Yet this doesn’t seem like something he’d do. Weird.

“My apologies, I haven’t been able to familiarize myself with Mr Aronohai’s circle, I implore you to forgive me, Miss…”, calling her ‘miss’ is a safe bet. I mean, I don’t see a wedding band.

“Aronohai Misa”. No. f**k no. I raise my head, it’s not even something I can control. I have to be completely sure that I’m not being f****d with.

She has heterochromia, one eye black, the other’s a deep purple. Her hair’s very dark, darker than Bastard’s, a straight, rich black mane falling over her shoulders. Holy f**k she’s hot.

What are in the Aronohai genes?

Aronohai Misa is incredibly hot, she could f**k me. I’m deathly terrified of alphas but I’d consent, she can have me however she wants me. Damn it, I’m not enough, she can have Sakura too.

“See something you like?”. Did she just smirk? Oh My God! Bless my poor omega heart. I get it now, I’ve been enlightened, Aronohai Misa is IT. She should be locked up somewhere, it must be illegal to be this hot. She can create world peace, I believe in her.

I’m a stan now, she can have me. Anywhere, anytime, I’d be honored.

She gets up from my seat and I find myself taking a step back. She’s tall. She’s tall, towering over me kind of tall. I take another step back. She’s wearing a suit, an actual three-piece, in a deep maroon red. Fuck

Is my face flushed? I have not been this overwhelmed in a long time, not since I met Bastard.

“You’re a bit red, did I scare you?”. She leans over me, laying her palm on my forehead to check my temperature. I spontaneously combust. I am atoms, there is nothing left of me. I’m staring into purple-black eyes and I can’t form a single thought, I think I might cry. Too much, she’s too much. I’m too young to die of a cardiac arrest.

My savior comes in the form of an arm that drags me back against something warm. Aronohai Miyamura’s pheromones envelope me. He turns me to face him, and manhandles my face so I’m looking up at him. He takes in my red face, and his face settles in a frown.

“Are you bullying my pet, Misa?”, his voice is soft, but there are barbs hidden in his tone.

“Your pet? I thought he was your secretary”. I want to turn back and see her face but Bastard holds my face firmly in his grip. Not tight, just firm.

“Potato potato…”, he sighs like a child. “What the hell are you doing to my pet, Misa?”.

“Nothing he didn’t enjoy I assure you”.

Enjoy?

I almost died. I think I might’ve, maybe this is the beyond. Not heaven, bastard can’t be in heaven. And neither can the succubus behind me. They both belong in the deepest parts of hell.

“He looks overstimulated, did you touch him?”. Wait what? I look like she stimmed me?. My face flushes deeper in embarrassment. I wiggle and try to pull my face from Bastard’s grip, his fingers tighten in response. Warning noted, don’t move your face out if you don’t want a broken face.

“Are you implying that I sexually assaulted your secretary?”. The temperature in the room drops. I’m kind of happy that all I can see is Bastard’s face, if I were facing her, I’m sure I’d have s**t myself. Why the hell did Bastard have to say that? Is he trying to get me killed?. Isn’t he supposed to want his toys to be in one piece?

“I don’t know, did you?”. The temperature in this room just reached sub-zero. Are they squaring up? Oh God, please do not have a pheromone clash.

A pheromone clash is a stand-off between alphas. One of two dominant alphas might kill me, or leave me brain dead. That saying ‘too much of everything isn’t good’ works here, a little too well really. The pressure of a pheromone clash between dominants will simply be too much.

Too much for anyone, talk less of one measly omega in their midst. I find myself clutching the hem of Bastard’s sleeves, a silent plea in my eyes as I stare up at him. He sighs, rolling his eyes, like I’m being a nuisance, like I’m not the one in danger. I drop my gaze, it’s useless, I’m just a means of entertainment to him anyway. They should just clash and kill me, then I'd be free.

“I didn’t touch your secretary, I’m into women you know, and I’m pretty sure he’s not into girls”. Succubus sighs like it’s physically paining her to explain this.

Huh?

What does she mean?

I look up at Bastard, his face mirroring my thoughts exactly.