Jax

The elevator stops at the top of the complex, the ring echoing as the metal doors slide open to reveal a large, pristine hallway with a single, large black door at the end. The white floors and black walls are hard to look at as we walk down the hallway and stop at the door. Aiden enters a code, and the door clicks open. 

The hallway lights flicker on as we step inside, igniting the lower portion of the house in a warm glow. 

Large windows tower up from the floor to the ceiling, and I stare in awe as I slip on my shoes and step up onto the hardwood floor. The city lights twinkle in every direction, each wall a mirror to the outside. It was beautiful. The downstairs seemed like a giant open space; to the left were the spiral stairs, a large dining room and modern kitchen, and a large living room with an enormous television to the right. Yet, although the lights were warm, the space still felt cold - empty. 

"Down that door is a small hallway leading to a spare bedroom, gym and bathroom. If you follow me upstairs."

I stare in awe, following Aiden as he climbs up the modern steps in a curve. I follow up onto the landing and stare down over the barrier that overlooks the lower floor. The windows follow us up, the size intimidating. 

"My brother is a little plain with his decorating, as you can see."

I nod, turning as Aiden points down the hallway. 

"On the opposite end of this hallway is Knox's room, then a spare room and bathroom are located around the bend. This door here leads into Knox's office, and the door beside the glass balcony door is the door to where you will be staying."

"Why doesn't he put any personal touches on his home?"

Aiden smiles sadly and walks towards the door to my room.

"That is his story to tell."

I nod, not wanting to invade Knox's past. We hardly knew each other; I had no right to know his past. But, if he wanted to tell me, he would; I had to accept that. Would the bond snap into place for him too? My heart aches as I follow Aiden into the large room. 

As I enter, I freeze. To my right, large windows tower up, and a set of doors lead out onto the balcony. The room is furnished in a minimalist style, making everything seem colder. This room was large, too large for someone like me. 

"There are doors that lead into the ensuite and wardrobe - Knox will most likely have clothes bought for you soon."

"He doesn't need to; I don't want to bother him."

Aiden laughs, 

"He makes thousands every few minutes; he has more than what he knows what to do with. So allow him to spoil you; it will make him happy."

Why would spoiling me make him happy? I nod and drop my bag at the end of the bed; how long could I stay here without going crazy? I know now that I've met him, there is no way I can let him go, but if I stay, I may force him to accept me unknowingly - my body was separate from me on occasions if I lost control of myself, I may hurt him. 

"Are you sure I'm allowed to stay in here?"

"This is now your room, do with it what you please. I'm sure Knox will drop by when he's home from work if he comes home. But I'm sure he'd say the same. So his home is now your home, do whatever you want with it!"

Aiden laughs as I nod and turn to gaze around the room. Extravagance was nothing new to me; however, back home, nothing was to this level. I had money to spend, but never to the point of not caring what I spent it on. Aiden said that Knox makes thousands every few minutes, which meant that he probably made millions daily - what was it like to be that rich? 

"Well, I have to head home; otherwise, I'll be in trouble with the Wife and Kids - You should come and meet my Wife in the future; he'd like you!"

Aiden smiles and waves before exiting through the doors. 

I run my hands across the bed cover and settle on the plush mattress. My heart pounds as I inhale deeply. 

The strong scent of Knox infiltrates my senses, and I groan, forcing myself to stand and follow them down the hallway. The door to his room looms over me, and I swallow, pushing my way inside. This room was more extensive than mine, but it held hints of him everywhere. 

My Alpha. 

I hum and walk around, smiling at the pheromones lingering on every surface. I rub myself on Knox's bed, marking it as my own, before walking into the bathroom, my brain a haze. I strip from my clothes and step into his shower. The warm water sprays me as soon as I turn it on, and I immediately lather my body in his body wash.

My body heats as I rub my hands downward and take hold of my semi-erect member. I gasp, leaning my head against the wet wall as I move my hand up and down - I wanted more earlier; I wanted my Alpha. I reach backwards and probe at my entrance, pushing my fingers inside with a cry. I smell Knox everyone, and it makes my body come alive like never before. I want him desperately, yet I can't have him. 

I cum with a cry, splattering all over the wall as I fall forward and press my face to the tiles. What was I doing in someone else's bathroom? 

I wash away my sin from the wall and finish showering. Then, stepping out, I dry myself off and dress in a pair of Knox's underwear and a used shirt; his scent clung to the material, which meant it was now attached to me. Finally, I sleepily pad into the bedroom and climb into Knox's bed; I can lay here for a while; Aiden said he might not come home. 

Falling face-first into his pillows, I groan and cover myself in his duvet; Knox's pheromones wrap around me, and I snuggle deeper into the sheets, soothing my fear and anxiety with the image and scent of him.

Could Knox help me forget the past? Who knows what may or may not happen in the future? But I know this scent is the only thing I need right now, and thats all that matters.

Knox

The Omega sleeps in my bed; he'd made a nest of my pheromones for himself. My chest tightens with pleasure as I settle on the edge of the bed and softly graze my hand over his face. Did this mean he at least felt something? He twitches from my touch but then inhales, relaxing back into a deep sleep as he sniffs at my hand. 

I catch a glimpse of my shirt beneath the covers; was he wearing an old shirt of mine? My heartbeat thuds viciously as I lean forward and inhale. I could smell myself all over him, almost as if I'd embedded my scent within him - of course, I haven't, but I want to. 

Desperately. 

I groan and sit up, wiping a hand across my face. I'm exhausted, work never stops, and I can never relax when it does, but with Jax in my bed, I feel as if I could lay down and sleep forever without a single nightmare. 

Would he mind if I lay beside him?

I slip off my shoes and lay beside him on the duvet. He wiggles closer, and I smile as he places his head on my chest. This feels right, and I hope he feels the same. 

"Good night, my Omega."