Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 41: I’m a beast in bed!

"And that is exactly why I cannot work in your company," Fred said, releasing a long, exhausted sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck as if trying to knead out stress that had been there for years. "Anyway, I’ll have to leave now. The supermarket needs me."

"It’s fine," Gabe replied, wearing a warm yet cunning smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’ll just stay here and wait for Sabe to wake up."

"Just be careful," Fred warned, his brows knitting together. "He might be a little aggressive when he wakes up." He pointed toward the side table where an injection had been placed earlier. "If he becomes too much to handle, you can sedate him with this."

"That won’t be necessary, Fred," Gabe said with a soft but weary sigh. "In fact... I need him to be aggressive with me. That’s the evidence I need to finally end this marriage." His tone dropped to a tired whisper. "But honestly, I doubt he’ll lay a finger on me right now. We only have three days left before that ridiculous ’Lovely Couples Show’ we broadcast on television every year. Sabe wouldn’t risk public gossip or bad press. He’ll force himself to be patient with me and if that’s the case..." Gabe’s eyes gleamed with a quiet, dangerous satisfaction. "Alex will have to come in."

Fred raised a brow. "You’re not planning to spend more than three days here, are you?"

"I’m not even willing to participate in that fake couples show," Gabe muttered. "Three days is the maximum I can stomach."

"So you’re finally going to use Alex to make Sabe jealous," Fred said, a slow, pleased smirk tugging at his lips.

"Exactly," Gabe answered. "I’ve already set the stage. Alex is restless right now....we both know that. With me suddenly unreachable, not calling, not texting... what do you think he’ll do when he doesn’t hear from me for a whole day? Or two? Maybe even three?" Gabe chuckled softly. "Though realistically, it won’t even reach three days before he rushes down here. And when Sabe sees him..." Gabe’s smile darkened. "He’ll lose it."

"You’re a master planner," Fred said with an approving smirk. "Truly." He headed toward the door, pausing only to give Gabe one more look. "Take care of yourself. I’ll be back to check on you later."

Gabe nodded and watched silently as Fred exited the living room, leaving him alone with the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the weight of what the next few days would bring.

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The next day arrived swiftly, sunlight spilling through the curtains in long golden strokes. The warm rays danced across Gabe’s face, coaxing him toward consciousness. But before he could fully open his eyes, a sudden pressure clamped tightly around his throat.

A large hand.

A strong one.

His breath hitched then vanished forcing his eyes open instantly.

Sabe was there.

His expression was nothing short of murderous as he pinned Gabe against the wall, fury radiating off him like heat from an open flame.

"You...." Sabe growled, his voice dripping with venom. "Did that bastard of a therapist knock me out?!"

Gabe clawed lightly at Sabe’s wrist, gasping for air, but Sabe only tightened his hold.

"What right does he have?!" Sabe hissed. "What right does he have to stop me from touching my own partner?!" His lips curled back in rage. "What right does he have to raise his hands on me or my bodyguards?!"

His eyes narrowed, glowing with suspicion.

"And tell me, Gabe..." he leaned in, his breath hot and angry against Gabe’s cheek. "Is that man even a beta?"

"I... I can’t breathe, Sabe..." Gabe managed to choke out. His voice trembled as he struggled desperately for air, both hands clawing at Sabe’s grip around his neck. But no matter how much he pulled, Sabe’s fingers remained unmoving....iron-tight, unforgiving.

And then....

Just when Gabe’s vision began to blur and his eyelids fluttered shut....

Sabe abruptly let go.

Gabe fell back, landing hard on the seat of his wheelchair. Pain shot up his spine but he couldn’t even focus on it; he was too busy coughing violently, trying to drag oxygen back into his starved lungs.

"I knew something was fishy between you and that therapist," Sabe snapped. His jaw ticked as he placed both hands on his waist and paced across the room like a caged animal. Frustration rolled off him in waves. He turned again, glaring down at Gabe....whose neck was already red and marked from the harsh grip. "I don’t even understand why I got so angry today the moment I saw him. And now he’s added fuel to the fire by laying his filthy hands on me."

"There’s nothing going on, Sabe." Gabe forced himself to speak through ragged breaths. His voice quivered but his gaze was steady. "I’m not like you....sleeping with your workers, impregnating them like some unrestrained animal." He coughed again, painfully. "Mr. Alex saved me from you, you beast. That was his duty as my therapist. He saved me from an abusive husband like you."

"Beast?" Sabe stopped pacing. His eyes darkened.

Slowly....deliberately, he approached, then knelt in front of Gabe, staring straight into his eyes as anger simmered beneath his skin. "Did you just call me a beast, Gabe?"

"If you’re not one, then what are you?" Gabe shot back with a scoff. "A partner who beats his partner is a beast. Simple."

Sabe chuckled, low, humorless, dangerous.

Then he laughed louder, a mocking burst of sound as he pushed a hand through his hair.

"Oh, I’m a beast, alright," he said. "But I’m a beast in bed, Gabe." His lips twisted into a taunting smile. "You’re jealous because you can’t take the beast between my legs anymore. That’s what’s eating you. You can’t stop thinking about what you’re missing....while Matthew, who’s now carrying my child, gets what you don’t."

"I’m sorry," Gabe said sweetly, leaning back in the wheelchair with a slow smirk. "I don’t eat rubbish. I don’t allow what belongs to the public to enter my body. So yes, only a whore like Matthew deserves your so-called ’beast.’ He’s a public toilet, anyway so only a toilet deserves a public "

The slap came hard and fast.

Gabe’s head snapped to the side, the metallic taste of blood coating his tongue.

"How dare you?!" Sabe roared. His hand shot out again, fingers wrapping around Gabe’s neck, yanking him forward until their faces were dangerously close. Their breaths mingled...hot, furious, toxic.

You’re really lucky, Sabe...Gabe thought silently as he let out a faint chuckle despite the sting of pain. Me disguising as an omega is your saving grace. But go on....keep hitting me. I used to accept your abuse blindly. I used to believe you were frustrated because of my condition, and I was foolish enough to tolerate it.

His eyes narrowed.

But not anymore.

"What? Are you hurt?" Gabe taunted aloud, raising a brow. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"You better shut your mouth right now," Sabe snapped. "Or I swear I’ll sew those lips together myself." His grip tightened. "And I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to provoke me so I’ll fuck you. But I won’t. I don’t fuck cripples." He snorted. "And besides....I still need your face intact for our lovely couples show. So I’ll spare you."

"Then why don’t you do the show with Matthew?" Gabe shouted back, anger finally breaking through his restraint. "He’s carrying your baby, isn’t he? He’s perfect for the show. And he’s not a cripple....he’s not an embarrassment to you! Go to him!"

Sabe paused. His anger shifted...slowing, settling into something almost emotionless.

"Even if you’re crippled," Sabe said quietly, "even if we can never go back to how we were... even though Matthew is carrying my child...." He leaned closer. "You’ll still remain my partner, Gabe. You’ll always remain my partner."

And what’s the the soft time now? Gabe thought Inwardly all while he let out a scoff.

"Remain your partner until you eventually kill me?" Gabe scoffed with a cold laugh. "Oh, I get it now. What a devoted husband you are."

"Don’t you get it, Gabe?" Sabe hissed, finally stepping back with a frustrated sigh. "You’re the one making everything difficult. Yes, I impregnated Matthew....but that was because I was drunk. We’ve always wanted a baby. You couldn’t give me one, but he could. I can’t abort the pregnancy. He’ll give birth, and you’ll raise the child with me. It’s easier this way." He threw his hands up. "Don’t you understand that everything happening had to happen?"

Gabe started to roll his wheelchair away. "If you’re done, leave me alone."

"What if I told you that I don’t love Matthew?" Sabe said suddenly.

Gabe froze.

"What if I told you I only want the baby from him? What if I said everything that’s happening right now...everything had to happen because of reasons I can’t explain yet... not until Matthew gives birth and is out of the picture?"