What he was at home felt right away. He heard his footsteps on the stairs, the stomping in the hallway and the predictable knocking on the door. The handle moved, but the door did not open. So cute.
- Svyatoslav, stop it. Open the door.
- Breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the whole week on the table. You are so fond of casseroles.
- Holy! Baby, I'm sorry, the casserole is just an accident. Mick often wore it to me - that's all. I just got used to eating it at work.
- Congratulations, now you'll be eating it at home! Joy, right?
- What a kindergarten! - A blow to the door. He also wants to break down my door!
- Kindergarten? - I'm already yelling, throwing away the magazine. - I get up early every morning to cook you something to eat, try to cook for you, cook only from the products that you love and this is kindergarten?! It is difficult for you even to have breakfast with me, and you just do not take lunch, so hurry to your work. So live there! Why do you need a house and me? Everything at work is there: food, and no one will distract from work, and fuck someone! Go away, Hank, I don't want to see you. That's why Stefan left home at that time.
It was quiet outside, and I didn't expect him to answer me now. But Hank has to understand that there's someone besides work who's waiting for him at home every day.
Not only is he changing his life, but so am I. I was going to live my own life at work, not hoping to find someone else. And then Hank...
- We're gonna have to change, Hank, both of us.
I slept even worse that night than I did in the past.
I woke up this morning waking up from the divine smell of coffee. It only smelled like that when Stefan got up before me and made me this refreshing drink.
- Stefi, did you come back? - Washed from under the blankets. Today, besides my head, my stomach hurt, too. The fever has long been my faithful companion. But I wanted freshly brewed coffee, so I got out of bed.
I moved the chair back and opened the door quietly. Empty. There was a silver tray under the door with a cup of coffee, a cake and a note on it.
He sat down right on the floor, and I was flooded with a pinching tenderness to my alpha.
"Forgive me. I'll get better, I promise.
P.s.coffee was made by myself.
I tried the P.p.s. cake and it's not the same after your sorbet.
- And how can I be mad at him?
Coffee was as magical as this morning.
While Hank was away from home, he quickly cleaned up and threw away the rotten casseroles he never touched. It's a waste of food, of course, but I was happy in my heart.
Despite everything I said to him last night, I made dinner. I'm sure he'll be late again, and I didn't cook anything fat or heavy.
And yet I locked myself back in the room in the evening. I was lying there, reading the news and knowing what was going on in the world.
- Holy, I'm home.
When I got blown up from my bed, I fell at the door, listening.
He went up to the second floor and froze at my door.
- Sleeping?
- No," he embraced his knees and shut up.
- This is good. Thanks for dinner on the table, I'll eat it all. It's been a rough day," Hank sat down on the other side of the door and got tired of breathing out, "trying to finish all the unresolved business so there would be more free time in the future. Lida, my secretary, now whispers all over the place, just like "Stefan" has changed. I started to choke, I learned how to scream, and I got better. So far, I haven't started talking about who you are. I haven't made the documents yet, but they will be. We'll have to get another divorce when Stefan gets back. He'll be back, right? How do you feel, Holy?
- Not so good," confessed honestly, stroking his dick through his pants. Yeah, I got sick of one of his voices outside the door. I'm a pervert. - You keep talking.
- You won't open it?
- No, not now, so you can see me jerking off your voice? No way.
- Talk? About what?
- About how you spent the day - come on, a little more and I will come.
And Hank started talking. He did, he did, and I covered my eyes and introduced him. The way he's sitting behind me, not out the door, naked and whispering all those words in his ears, smoothing his sides with his hands.
- Svyatoslav, are you listening to me?
- Oh, yes. Thank you for sharing. You must be tired. Have a rest. See you tomorrow, Hank.
I walk away from the door and feel like a horny asshole. My underwear was wet on the front and back. Yeah, well, it was an intercourse of physiology.
- What is this? - someone was yelling in the morning after another rough night, looking at the huge tooth mark on his neck.
- The mark," the suicide bomber smiled, falling apart on the bed.
- Who let you? Am I a bush or a tree to mark me?
I threw myself at it!...this alpha!
- You're my date," Hank quietly intercepted me with his back. I'm sure he was looking at his bite, and he must have been proud of it.
- Will it heal at least?
- Don't even hope so," they fucked me up. - The mark is a confirmation that you are mine. Now anyone will feel that you are busy. They will smell me, too, apart from your own. We, the Alphas, are the terrible owners.