Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 87: This was what fucked me the other night.

Meanwhile, Fred woke earlier than usual.

His body protested the moment he opened his eyes....every muscle aching, every nerve screaming as though it had been bruised from the inside out. Still, he forced himself upright, jaw clenched as he reached for the small bottle of pills on his bedside table. The drug the doctor had prescribed. Not the real one. Not Damien’s.

At least this will hold me together until then, he thought grimly.

He swallowed the pill dry, barely reacting to the bitterness scraping down his throat. Pain flared briefly, then dulled...never gone, just pushed aside. That was fine. He didn’t need comfort. He needed control.

He then dragged himself into the bathroom, washed up, and dressed slowly, carefully, as if any wrong movement might shatter him. By the time he was done, his reflection stared back at him with forced steadiness, eyes shadowed, lips pressed into a thin, determined line.

Am I really about to do the right thing?

The thought slipped in uninvited.

Yes. Gabe said I have to get closer to Damien. Closer than ever.

But... can I actually handle this?

His chest tightened as he swallowed hard, the ache in his heart sharper than the one in his body.

I hate that bastard.

The words came easily. Too easily.

Is it hate? Fred questioned himself, his fingers curling at his sides. He scoffed inwardly. Of course it’s hate. What else could it possibly be?

Yet....His breath faltered.

No matter how terrible Damien is... no matter what he did... I still need him to trust me.

Fred exhaled shakily, resting his hands on the edge of the table as he leaned forward.

I need to build a strong bond with him. Make him trust me. Make him see me as a friend. Someone safe. Someone he can talk to... confess to.

His eyes hardened with resolve.

I can do this. I have to.

The words left his lips in a low murmur, barely audible, but the determination behind them was unmistakable.

Once ready, Fred left his house, climbed into his car, and drove straight toward Damien’s place. The closer he got, the heavier his chest felt, as though invisible hands were tightening around his ribs.

When his car finally came to a stop in front of Damien’s massive house, dread washed over him in a violent wave.

His palms grew slick with sweat. His breathing turned shallow. Even his hands trembled as he rested them on the steering wheel.

Get it together, Fred.

I can do this.

He doesn’t know I’m that omega.

He repeated the thought over and over, clinging to it like a lifeline. Reaching for the bottle of water he had brought from home, he twisted the cap open and drank it in one long gulp, barely stopping to breathe. The cold liquid helped....just a little.

Once his heart slowed enough not to betray him, he stepped out of the car and walked toward the house.

The moment he entered, he was greeted by an enormous living room bathed in white walls, black curtains, expensive golden furniture gleaming beneath the lights. Porcelain décor sat untouched, pristine, almost sterile.

And empty.

Where the fuck is he? Fred thought as his gaze swept the room.

He couldn’t have gone to work this early... right? So is he still sleeping?

The silence pressed down on him.

Despite the sheer size of the house, there wasn’t a single servant in sight. No staff. No security.

He really lives alone...

Fine. He usually calls cleaning agents when he needs them. But no security man? Seriously?

If Gabe hadn’t gotten the gate password from Alex, I would’ve been stuck outside like an idiot.

Fred shook his head, irritation mixing with unease.

How could servants even live with someone like him? Then again, I’m not surprised. He’s a monster.

The thought burned hot in his chest as he scoffed softly.

His feet carried him toward the staircase before he could second-guess himself. Each step felt heavier than the last until he stood before two large wooden doors on the upper floor.

...Great.

I’ve never been here before.

How am I supposed to know which one is his room? Gabe gave me the address, not a damn blueprint.

Fred sighed deeply, rubbing his face in frustration.

But one of these is his. I just need to open it to know.

He hesitated.

...Or should I wait downstairs?

His throat tightened as he swallowed hard.

No. I just want to see him now. Apologize. Then leave.

Decision made, Fred reached for the handle.

Click.

The door swung open to reveal an enormous bedroom, far larger than the living room below. Everything was white. The walls. The ceiling. The floor. Expensive furniture filled the space: a massive bed, sleek chairs, polished tables....each piece carefully chosen, perfectly placed.

Animal frames adorned the walls....wolves, lions, birds in mid-flight....silent and watchful.

So... he likes animals.

But there were no sounds. No presence. No warmth.

Maybe he just loves them but doesn’t keep any.

Fred swallowed.

Is this even his room?

There isn’t a single picture of him here... unlike downstairs.

He scoffed under his breath.

Whatever. I’ll just check around and leave. If he’s not here, then he’s gone to work and I’ll come back later.

I refuse to call him. Never.

With that, Fred moved toward another door inside the room....the bathroom.

Without wasting another second, he pushed it open.

And froze.

The air hit him instantly, thick with the scent of lavender and roses. The bathtub was filled, petals floating gently on the water’s surface as steam curled upward.

The bathroom itself looked like a world of its own....white tiles gleaming, mirrors lining the walls, everything spotless... almost unnervingly so.

Fred stood there, heart pounding, dread slowly crawling up his spine.

Well... he’s not here either. Time to check the other room then.

Fred thought inwardly and turned to leave only to freeze when a sudden sound cut through the air.

"Oh fuck me~"

Fred halted mid-step.

...Huh?

Someone’s here?

His eyes darted around the bathroom instinctively, heart slamming violently against his ribs. The bathroom was enormous, far too large for him to immediately pinpoint where the sound had come from. The echo made it worse. There was no one standing in front of him, no obvious movement yet the sound had been unmistakably close.

His throat tightened.

Against every instinct screaming at him to leave, Fred took a cautious step forward.

Then another.

He moved deeper into the bathroom, past the wide bathtub with petals still floating on the water’s surface only to stop dead.

Damien was on the floor.

Fred barely had time to register what he was seeing before everything happened at once.

"Fuck~!"

The moment shattered any remaining sense of control.

Fred staggered back in shock, his breath catching painfully in his chest as Damien reacted just as suddenly....clearly caught off guard, clearly far too close to stopping what was already happening.

The world felt unreal. Too fast. Too wrong.

"Oh my goodness Fred?"

Damien’s voice broke through the chaos the moment his eyes focused properly.

"What are you doing here?"

He pushed himself up almost immediately, movements hurried and uncoordinated despite the state he was in. His body was tense, his breathing uneven, his expression shifting rapidly from shock to something closer to panic.

"I...fuck....Fred, I’m so sorry," Damien said quickly, running a hand through his damp hair as he stood fully upright. "I didn’t know you were inside the bathroom. I thought I was alone."

Fred had already turned away, his entire body rigid as he stumbled back into the bedroom, his mind spinning violently.

Without wasting a second, he bolted for the door.

"Fred....wait!"

Damien followed him out of the bathroom immediately.

"I swear, I didn’t know," Damien continued, his voice lower now, strained. "I was just trying to have some time to myself. I didn’t expect anyone to be here."

Fred stopped abruptly and spun around.

"You’re sorry?" he snapped, his voice sharp despite the way his hands trembled at his sides.

Damien froze.

Fred’s gaze dropped involuntarilyto Damien’s waist then stiffened even more.

Fuck.

This was it.

This was what fucked me the other night.

That monstrous...

No.

Fred swallowed hard, forcing his eyes away, his stomach twisting unpleasantly.

"I’m really sorry, Fred," Damien said again, more quietly this time. "No one comes here. Ever. Alex is the only person who shows up, and that’s once in forever. I didn’t know you’d come today."

His brow furrowed slightly as curiosity slipped into his expression.

"How did you even get the keys to my house?"

Fred didn’t answer.

His focus was elsewhere and that is on Damien dick which was still covered in cum, his body reacting against his will, his mind screaming at him to regain control.

Finally, he forced himself to speak.

"Can you... put on a short, please?"

Damien blinked, surprised.

"Oh. That’s not necessary," he replied almost casually. "We’re both alphas, after all. And I still need to finish my bath, so there’s really no reason...."

Fred’s eyes widened.

"Go and finish your bath," he cut in sharply. "I’ll wait for you downstairs. Just... come to the living room when you’re dressed."

His voice was tight, controlled by sheer force of will.

He turned to leave.

But before he could take more than a step, Damien grabbed his wrist.