Before Wiven could say anything else, Ivan simply entered the house without knowing if he could or not. He brought along his suitcase and praised the house, saying how beautiful and well-arranged it was.
Wiven: That's why I hire cleaners every Wednesday and Friday.
He grumbled while closing the door.
Ivan: Why all this discontent? I've been out of your sight almost a week. Didn't you miss my body, my hugs, and everything we've done?
Wiven lay back on the sofa before responding.
Wiven: That was before, our tastes change. Why don't you get a hotel to stay?
Ivan approached Wiven, took the notebook from his hands, put it on the table, and sat on top of Wiven's region.
Ivan: Come on! When did you become so boring and sullen?
Wiven: It's none of your business, now get up before I force you.
Ivan ignored him, leaned his body over Wiven while trying to kiss him on the lips. But it became impossible, Wiven kept turning his head.
Ivan: Why won't you let me kiss you?
Wiven: I have no reason to answer you, now get off me.
He said, pushing Ivan away with his arm.
Ivan: I don't want to, unless you do what I want.
Wiven: So insolent.
He pushed Ivan roughly where he ended up on top of him. He ripped off the shirt he was wearing and then did the same with his pants. He saw the erection that was there.
Wiven: You really are a whore, Ivan. How many did you sleep with before coming here?
He deduced by smelling other alphas on Ivan's body in addition to several bites on his body. Some weak and others very strong.
Ivan: Just about three, but they couldn't satisfy me. They weren't as dominant and good as you.
Wiven grabbed Ivan's member inside his boxers and squeezed, causing him to groan.
Wiven: So you like it when I fuck you?
Ivan: You understood my language, now penetrate me.
Wiven got up from on top of him, not feeling much pleasure in wanting to do something. He felt nauseated by Ivan's pheromones. Because it had a very sweet and sickening smell.
Wiven: Find an alpha who can stand your smell. Grab your stuff and get out of here.
Ivan: What?
He said, slumped on the sofa while Wiven cleaned dirt off his body.
Wiven: Get out now while I'm patient, don't make me really pissed off.
Ivan shuddered at Wiven's gaze, realizing that after that last time they met, Wiven had changed a lot. He became colder and rougher, seemed to not carry an ounce of feelings in his heart.
He got up from the sofa, put on his shirt and pulled up his pants, gave one last look to Wiven before grabbing his things and going to the door.
Ivan: I just don't want you to live unhappy. If you need anything, to relieve your stress, I'll be available. Even if my smell doesn't please you.
In a few words, Ivan didn't let his hurt show, deep down he loved Wiven. So much so that in the past, he had always been there for Wiven to relieve stress and serve as a punching bag for his anger and sadness.
He hoped that Wiven would be happy, that he wouldn't let the dark side cover him too much, and if he couldn't do it himself, he found someone to make him change his mind about the things he held onto.
He closed the door and then went his own way.
Wiven sighed and returned to focus on what he was doing, until someone made a phone call. Grabbing his cell phone, he realized it was Carlos, one of his most reliable informants.
Wiven: Speak.
Carlos: I got more information about that Victor, I'm afraid you're not going to like knowing who else he is.
Wiven: Spit it out.
Carlos: He's the current head of the Italian mafia.
Wiven: Interesting. Tell Arthur to come here to my house right away without delay.
Carlos: Yes, boss.
Wiven ended the call, realizing how suspicious that Victor was. Just by the fact that day at the ball he had confronted him with a gun, made things more clear.
"I got you."
That was the only thing he thought before closing the notebook and waiting for Arthur to arrive.
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