Upon arriving home, feeling a bit unsteady due to his body temperature, Victor took a cold shower. Hoping this trance would pass soon.
It had been a year since he last went into rut, he slept with some men and women and took suppressants, but now that wasn't helping much.
Victor lied to Rubens when he said he hadn't taken the suppressants, as he never failed to take them.
"Why am I like this even though I took my meds?", he spoke to himself under the shower. Not even the water was helping to lower his body temperature.
He took a sip of cold water after the shower, which helped to stabilize him a bit. He put on his black suit, one of his favorites, tossed his hair back with gel, put on his dress shoes and lastly, sprayed cologne all over his neck.
He took a look at his own appearance in the mirror and waited for Rubens to arrive at the car so they could go to the president's mansion.
Rubens parked the car in an empty spot between two white cars, the last spot left. The other spaces were packed with cars, all imported.
Victor: I imagined a lot of posh people would come.
He said, getting out of the car accompanied by his friend.
Rubens: Considering it's the president, this mansion here is going to be full of snobby people.
They both walked to the entrance of the president's mansion, heading to the main hall. Some people were sitting at some tables and others remained standing, focusing their eyes on Victor as he walked towards the person responsible for the invitation.
President: Good evening, — He said, shaking Victor's and Rubens' hand — It's good that you accepted my invitation.
Victor: There was no way I could refuse such a generous offer.
He forced a smile, uncomfortable with his own body.
President: Enjoy the party. If anything, just come find me.
He said, walking towards two women and two men.
Victor noticed that one of the women, the one in the tight black dress, was looking at him discreetly.
However, he wasn't very interested, instead he headed to the table that had various types of food, snacks, and sweets.
The woman in black approached Victor, greeting him with a good evening.
Victor: How are you, my lady?
The woman was flattered by Victor's politeness, so much so that she brought up a subject for them to talk about. Being aware of what she was talking about, Victor even mentioned his ideas, when he ended up falling silent for a few moments, seeing the belle of the ball entering the mansion.
She asked if everything was okay, noticing that he had gone speechless.
Victor: Yes, everything is fine, I just need to take care of something. I'll be right back.
The woman said she would wait, not understanding what was happening.
Victor approached Rubens and got straight to the point.
Victor: What is that arrogant egocentric doing here?
Rubens looked around.
Rubens: I don't know. After all, we did some investigating and didn't find anything regarding his life.
Victor: Shit... Can you keep an eye on him, please?
Rubens: Why?
Victor: Because I'm telling you to!
He said, leaving Rubens confused, and went back to talk to the woman who introduced herself as Felice.
Felice: What was that about?
Victor: It's nothing important. So, where were we?
He said, taking a glass of wine from the waiter's tray.
Felice: We were talking about your company.
She looked at Victor, who wouldn't take his eyes off the other side of the room.
Felice: Hello!?
She asked, a little suspicious that he wasn't concentrating on what she was saying.
Victor: Oh, yes, that's right. If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom for a moment.
Felice rolled her eyes and just nodded. As soon as Victor left her sight, she looked to where he had been so focused.
Then she saw a man with a serious appearance, who also possessed a beauty that set him apart from the others.
She didn't hesitate to approach him.
Felice: Good evening. —She extended her hand — My name is...
Before she could finish, she stopped the moment he ignored her and continued towards the restroom.
"How rude," she thought.
Arthur: I'm sorry about that, he's just not having a good day.
Felice: It's okay, I've been there a few times.
She said, holding back her frustration and going to her group of friends.
In the bathroom, Victor leaned on the sink, looking at his red face in the mirror. His hands were sweating, making it impossible for him to contain this sensation in his body.
"Why am I like this?"
Victor looked down and realized he had a hard-on.
"Shit!"
He unzipped his pants and tried to relieve himself. For a few seconds, he realized it wasn't having any effect. He wasn't feeling good even touching himself.
"Damn it, what do I do?"
A few minutes later, he felt a hand on his shoulder, so he looked back to see the last person he expected.
He quickly pulled away from Wiven's hand.
Victor: What the hell are you doing here?
He addressed the question but got no response, only the scent of Wiven's pheromones. Which made his body even more unstable.
Wiven looked down at Victor's member, noticing that it was hard. He gave a sarcastic smile, knowing what was happening.
Wiven: You're in rut. Shouldn't you go to a hospital?
Victor: Hospital my ass, I can take care of myself.
He said, trying to walk out of the bathroom until he was abruptly pulled back by the arm.
Wiven: Where do you think you're going in this state? Do you think they won't notice you all hard like this?
Victor: That's my problem.
Wiven: I'm trying to be nice, but you're not cooperating.
Saying this, Wiven pushed Victor against the wall, taking him by surprise. Victor looked into Wiven's eyes and couldn't decipher anything. He felt increasingly tempted by his pheromones.
Victor: Can you stop releasing your scent?
Wiven: I'm sorry, but I don't want to.
He said smugly.
Victor: Let go of me!
Wiven: Not before seeing you solve your little problem, puppy.
Victor: Son of a bitch!
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