Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 22: Long, Big, Fat Cucumbers.

Who would have thought he’s actually married to one of the most powerful men in this country? Alex thought to himself as his gaze traveled around the luxurious living room he had been sitting in for what felt like forever, waiting for Gabe.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t even angry....just mildly impatient, and perhaps a little curious.

His eyes drifted to the large wedding portrait hanging elegantly on the cream-colored wall. It was a beautiful photograph of Gabe and Sabe, both dressed immaculately, standing close with radiant smiles. A faint flicker of irritation crossed Alex’s face before he quickly masked it behind a neutral expression.

He actually got married to Mr. Sabe, he mused silently, leaning back against the plush couch. One of my biggest business rivals.

The portrait seemed to mock him somehow, as if reminding him of the irony of the situation. Alex Diamond Company.....A.D.C. and Sabe’s Diamond Empire....S.D.E. had been fierce competitors in the high-end jewelry industry for years. Though the public often saw Sabe on television and in business magazines, Alex had always kept a low profile, preferring to let his assistant represent him during press conferences.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"This is going to be interesting," he muttered under his breath.

Just then, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Good morning, Mr. Alex," Gabe’s gentle yet lively voice called out, instantly pulling Alex out of his reflections. Gabe was being pushed into the room in his wheelchair, his expression bright and welcoming. "I’m so glad to have you here."

Alex immediately rose to his feet, smoothing out his suit jacket. "Good morning, Mr. Gabe," he greeted warmly, his tone polite but edged with the faintest nervousness. "It’s nice to see you again."

His gaze then shifted to the man standing behind Gabe.....Fred whose firm hands rested on the wheelchair’s handles.

"And a good morning to you too, Mr. Fred," Alex added with a courteous nod.

"Good morning, Mr. Alex," Fred replied with a small bow, his lips curving into a composed smile. "I’ll be leaving you two to your business now. I need to head over to my company, it’s been quite a while since I last checked in."

He turned to Gabe and added warmly, "Please take care of yourself, Gabe. I won’t be gone for too long. Mr. Alex, I trust you’ll look after him for me."

"Of course," Gabe said with a reassuring smile. "You can go now, Fred. Mr. Alex is here already."

Fred nodded once more before quietly making his way out of the grand living room, leaving an air of silence in his wake.

Gabe turned back to Alex with a welcoming gesture. "Please, have a seat," he said.

"Thank you," Alex replied, settling into the seat opposite him.

Gabe leaned slightly forward, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Did you bring the cucumbers?" he asked, his tone far too casual for the question. "The long, big, fat ones?" He even lifted his hands to demonstrate the size with a teasing grin.

Alex nearly choked on his own spit, coughing into his fist as he tried to compose himself. So shameless! he cursed inwardly. How can he say something like that with such a straight face?

Once he managed to regain his composure, Alex cleared his throat and forced a professional smile. "Of course," he said, pulling himself together. "We’re here for the second stage of your training, after all. I made sure to bring the cucumbers as requested."

He paused, his tone turning slightly serious as he continued, "However, I don’t think I’ll be able to come to your house every day. It’s best if we set specific days for your home sessions. For the other part of your training, we’ll need to use my office instead. That’s where I keep most of the necessary equipment, and it would be quite inconvenient to move them back and forth."

Gabe tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a sly smile. "Oh, I see," he murmured, his gaze lingering on Alex just a bit too long.

Alex pretended not to notice, though the faint heat rising to his cheeks betrayed him.

Ouuuu. Trainings that could only be done in your office? Gabe thought inwardly, a mischievous grin curling on his lips. I wonder what kind of training that could be.

"Equipments?" he repeated aloud, raising a brow, curiosity glimmering in his eyes. "What kind of equipments are those, exactly?"

His imagination, as usual, refused to behave.

Is it sex toys? Or... maybe something for BDSM? His mind immediately filled with images of leather straps, shiny restraints, and other unmentionable tools. Heat flooded his cheeks as his face flushed a deep red.

Before he could drown further in his own wild thoughts, a sharp voice snapped him back to reality.

"Hello? What the hell are you thinking about?" Alex’s voice cut through his daydream. His expression was part confusion, part amusement. "Where did you travel to just now?"

Gabe blinked rapidly, his eyes wide. "Uhmm... I’m sorry about that," he stammered quickly, his cheeks still tinted pink.

Alex let out a low sigh and adjusted his glasses with restrained composure. "Alright then," he said with a firm tone. "Anyway....concerning the equipments, you’ll get to see them when it’s time to make use of them. For now, let’s just focus on the first stage of your training."

He reached for the nylon bag beside him and pulled out several large cucumbers, placing them carefully on the table. "Where’s the kitchen?" he asked, glancing around. "I’ll need to wash the one you choose before we begin."

Before Gabe could answer, his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.

Gabe froze, his face stiffening as embarrassment flickered in his eyes. "Ahem..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Before we start, can you perhaps make me a little breakfast? I’m... well, hungry."

He gently placed a hand over his stomach as it grumbled again, much to his own horror.

"Well, what happened to the chefs and maids in this house?" Alex asked, his brow furrowing as he glanced around the spacious, pristine living room. "Now that you mention it, I haven’t seen a single servant since I walked in apart from that one guard who called you over earlier. Isn’t that unusual for a house this... enormous?"

Gabe’s lips twitched slightly before he answered, "They’ve all left."

Alex’s eyes widened in disbelief. "They all left? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean," Gabe began calmly, "I gave them all a one-month leave."

Alex blinked. "You what?"

Gabe smiled faintly, leaning back in his wheelchair. "We need all the privacy we can get, so I sent them away. You’ll help me in the mornings, while Fred assists me at night when you’re gone."

Although Sabe thinks Fred is helping me both morning and night, Gabe thought inwardly, a sly smirk forming on his lips, he doesn’t know it’ll actually be you, Alex.

"Help you in the morning?" Alex repeated incredulously, slowly rising to his feet. His hands found his waist as his patience began to thin. "I don’t really understand you, Mr. Gabe. I’m your therapist. My job is to talk, advise, and provide mental guidance not to take over the duties of your household staff."

Gabe looked up at him with an innocent expression that was anything but innocent. "You’re not taking the position of my house help, Mr. Alex," he said smoothly. "You’re just assisting me. It’s nothing serious....just cooking and, well, helping me take my bath. The servants have already handled the rest of the house chores."

Alex froze, blinking rapidly. "Wait! Did you just say help you take your bath?" His voice cracked slightly with disbelief.

"Yes, please," Gabe replied simply, as if it were the most natural request in the world. "But first, kindly help me make something to eat. I’m starving." He pressed a hand over his stomach, which gave a low, pitiful growl in agreement. "I’ll triple your payment."

Who cares about the money?! Alex screamed internally. He wanted to shout it out loud but stopped himself, not wanting to appear unprofessional or hurt Gabe’s feelings. Instead, he forced out a soft scoff and straightened his shoulders.

"Mr. Gabe, you see...." Alex began, trying to reason, but Gabe suddenly let out a sharp cry.

"Ahh!" Gabe gasped, clutching his stomach, his face twisting in pain.

Alex immediately panicked, kneeling beside him. "What’s wrong with you?!" he demanded, concern flashing across his face. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital? Or should I call your husband?"

"This... isn’t a hospital issue," Gabe murmured weakly, his voice so low that Alex had to lean closer just to hear him. Gabe’s warm breath brushed against his cheek, sending an unexpected shiver down Alex’s spine.

"Then what kind of issue is it?" Alex asked urgently, his brows knitting together.

"This is..." Gabe paused dramatically, then whispered, "a food issue."

Alex blinked, completely dumbfounded.

"I need some spaghetti," Gabe continued, his voice gaining a little strength, "with chicken dipped in stew. Make it slightly spicy, please. Everything you need is in the kitchen.....you only need to cook. Thanks."

He smiled faintly, clearly pleased with himself.

Alex could only stare at him in utter disbelief, one hand covering his face as he groaned softly.

What the actual fuck?! he thought inwardly, biting back the urge to laugh or scream.