We drove an hour and a half, Stefan was quietly talking about his world. And the good-natured taxi driver complimented his story. As I understand it, the alphas are in charge of everything here. That is, in the government, there are only alphas, in large positions in all the firms, too, alphas, professional sports are mostly engaged in alpha, and in short, if we have a matriarchy and patriarchy in history, they had a full Alfishnik! The Omegas would be outraged at the infringement of their rights, but everyone here is happy with everything. The Omegas themselves are not eager to work hard and be in charge. They had enough just quiet and not difficult work. Most of all, the Omegas dreamed to find their true and create a large family.
- Do you like racing, partying, alcohol and being a family man? - Ironically looked at Stefan.
- Well, not now, of course, but yes, I do. And you, too, by the way. Somewhere inside of you you are dreaming about it. I know that.
I didn't answer that, I just turned my back on him, not going to agree with him. That's what a gay family can be like, huh? A regular partner, yes, and that's all. I'm not a couple by nature. I may have dreamt of meeting someone at sixteen or seventeen, but I don't know. Work is my future.
- Yeah, I've been dreaming my whole life about the most head-touched man.
- Naked? - The old man asked me again.
- You can be naked, even preferably, - agreed with him. You have to agree with the elders, they are always right.
- Young man, you're an omega, you can't behave so indecently.
- I've been omega for two days, I can, - waved my hand.
The old man did not understand me, but we did not explain to him. So we drove: I am in meditation and sorrow about my life, now it's already a mezzanine, Stefan, laughing all the way, and the old man is perplexed.
- Welcome, stay here for a moment.
- You decide, Steph, whether to welcome me or to stand in the aisle," I laughed.
Steph's house was two-story and ultramodern. Outside, with stone, mixed with wooden inserts, the windows were panoramic, two floors, the roof was flat, and the light was very interesting, from the usual grey to pearlescent. The lawn around the house was well-groomed, large boulders made up a bizarre figure, a small fountain complemented the picture "Dream House".
The door opened by the handprint, which I liked very much. We even made an experiment with Stefan. I put my hand to the sensor and after a minute check the door opened.
- Give me five, Stefan, I can now rob you without even breaking the security system.
The inside of the house was unusual. The walls and floors themselves were creamy and calm, but the rug, for example, was bright blue. The paintings on the walls were also in shading shades, and the flowers in the pots were all yellow in blue peas. And for some reason, it all looked very beautiful and combined. But that wasn't what surprised me. The house was clean, not even that way, it was clean. I couldn't see a single thing the owners had ever seen. It was strange. Stefan in my house didn't always put his shoes in the closet, he preferred to take off his clothes in his room and always left all sorts of candy, cookies, gum on my nightstand. I even got used to taking candy before going to university. And here is the perfect order. It's as if he doesn't live here.
- It's the cleaning lady," explained Stef, "they clean up everything that's not in its place, so it's so neat and sterile. I used to kick them out when I was lying at home. I hate them. Hank? Are you here?
Steph asked me to stay in the hallway, and he walked deep into the house.
When Steph left, I smelled it. Yeah, the house smelled awesome. It smelled like my favorite raspberry mint sherbet. Did someone make my favorite dessert here?
The more I stood in the hallway, the more I was hungry. Where does it smell so good from? Give me the delicious, then I'll pay you back!
Stef looked out of the corner, showed me a sign of silence, and dragged me along. The smell was getting worse. I thought he was dragging me into the kitchen to finally eat some dessert quietly but came into the living room. I couldn't understand the look at Stefan, who had taken two steps back.
And then it was as if I had been stuck in a raspberry! The smell of fresh raspberry and peppermint hit all the receptors, which made me sway, so saturated it was.
- What are you, illegally growing raspberry plantations here? - I grabbed Steph by the hand tight and shook his head with my eyes closed.
- Holy, meet Hank Aumsville.
I opened my eyes and stared into the purple eyes of the man across the street.
- That's a raspberry.
POV Stefan
- Wait here, Holy. I'm gonna make sure who's home.
Leaving him in the hallway, I ran to see the house. There are no cleaners, maybe the owner of the house will not be there. Yeah, well, he was looking for me so much, it was stupid to hope he wasn't there.
- Sometimes he can disappear from home for a few days, and today he decided to "make me happy".
Exhaled, entered the small living room. Hank hasn't changed. Elegant, tidy, as always in a suit, as if he had just finished a meeting with important investors. Black as resin hair is styled backward, opening his forehead, lips tightly squeezed - clearly dissatisfied, and the look of purple eyes - judgmental. Yes, that was Hank Aumsville - one of the most coveted alphas, a successful careerist and a true gentleman.