Chapter 2:

Hayden's POV

Alexander McQueen!

Sole son of prestigious elites–Mason McQueen and Emily McQueen–and acting CEO of the successful E&M empire.

Alexander was imposing in nature. The Hyper–dominant Alpha wore his pride like a second skin, radiating confidence and commanding power every where he went. Money made him wealthy, but his refined business intelligence made him wealthier.

Endowed with an excellently carved body and a finely sculpted face, his exquisite fashion sense made high–end models look like beggars.

The Alpha was amazingly kind and humble, contradicting the usual snobbish behaviour of average upper class individuals. Well, that was not surprising as Alexander was anything but average.

My first encounter.......encounter? It was more of a sighting of him. Alexander weaved through the crowd at the party, magnificently, taking every step with deliberation.

His lips were curled up in a practiced smile as he exchanged pleasantries with everyone he walked past.

Even if I tried, I couldn't deny that he looked like he belonged.......like he belonged in the world of Business. Then, there was me who couldn't socialize even if I was compelled to.

And these were all the more reasons why I was surprised by our sudden encounter on the street.

Alexander stood tall before me, his alluring blue eyes staring into my dark brown ones. A slight frown sat on his forehead as he looked at me with concern.

"Yes! I...I'm alright," I stuttered, my face heating up.

I held his icy calloused hand and he helped me up.

"Thank you," I sighed gratefully and proceeded to dust my clothes.

"I'd rather you take me out for a drink as appreciation," the Alpha expressed flirtatiously.

His words took me by surprise and my eyes failed to hide my amusement.

The two suited men behind him were also taken aback by his statement. He didn't do this often.........that, I was sure of.

"I just finished drinking a while ago," I informed.

"One more drink won't hurt and you don't seem like you have a low alcohol tolerance," Alexander insisted, leaning in with a smirk and I felt my body twitch with excitement.

Our journey to the bar was a blur, but I found myself sitting across him and drinking away.

Everytime my eyes caught sight of the Alpha staring at me, my cheeks would flush red and I'd down a cup to suppress my shyness.

"How old are you?" The words dripped out of my mouth, with a slight slur. I was drunk.

Not much of a surprise.

"....one more drink...." Yeah, right! I ended up drinking five more cups because he kept gawking at me like I was some spectacle. "32," he answered, his deep voice piercing into my ears like classical music.

I let out an exaggerated gasp at the newfound information.

"32? I'm 24!" I cried, sliding my fingers round the edge of my cup.

I was dead drunk and displaying, and Alexander was clearly relishing every second of it. The Alpha sat, periodically chuckling, evidently entertained.

"I'm so sleepy," I finally yawned, resting my head on the table and then, everything turned black.

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Hayden's POV

Rays of the morning sun filtered through a window and rested on my eyes.

"Close the damn window!" I groaned as i placed my arm over my face.

"But, it's 10 am and you have to eat, and you also have to take a hangover medicine," a familiar voice said calmly and I jolted awake.

"Alexander!"

"Wow, who knew the mention of food would do the trick." Alexander teased in his soothing low-pitched voice. His lips were curved up in a grin, revealing his pearly whites.

He stood unclothed from the waist up and his damp skin glistened at the touch of sunlight.

The muscles on his arm, shoulder and torso flexed as he dried his honey–blonde hair with a towel.

This man looked like a work of art, by just being.........normal.

"Just how did I make it into his bed?" I asked myself as I slid off the king sized bed, barely clothed.

The thought that we might have had sex ran through my head and I subconsciously searched for any cramps or aches in my body to confirm my assumptions.

"Relax, things did not go like you think it did. I slept in a different room. I just came here for a bath and my clothes," the Alpha assured, as he buttoned up his shirt.

I was relieved, but at the same time, I was disappointed.

"I'll be downstairs." The door closed behind him with a thud.

I heaved a profound sigh. I could finally breathe.

Alexander's lemon scented pheromones assailed my nostrils and I felt relaxed.

The Alpha's commodious room had a minimalistic vibe to it, with little to no items that told his personal interests.

I explored the whole room down to the tiles of its ground, with great enthusiasm. There was just something about this Alpha that piqued my pricey curiosity.

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Hayden's POV

The dinning room was engulfed in silence, except for the sound of metal clanging on ceramic at earshot.

Involuntary moans escaped my mouth as I munched the meal. Its scrumptious flavour had assaulted my taste buds and I could not help but express my satisfaction.

"When you're done, you can watch some TV if you want," Alexander offered, wiping his mouth.

"W..watch TV? Thank you, but it'd be rude to overstay my welcome. Besides, I had troubled you with my act yesterday."

I cringed as memories of the night of my drunken display crept into my mind.

"Just take it as me apologizing for making you drink to stupor last night, hm?" He said, placing his arm on the table and the other on the back of my chair.

He leaned so close towards me that I could feel his warm breath descending on my cherry-red face.

The sexual tension between us was intense.

The scent of his pheromones, the proximity of his face to mine and his lust ridden eyes — they all turned me on greatly.

Within seconds, his lips met mine in a kiss. He nibbled on them gently before muscling his tongue into my mouth. Moaning, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Our wet tongues wrestled as we kissed passionately, our pheromones tangling in the air, adding spice to intensity of the situation.

My body quivered with excitement and I could feel my shorts damp from the slick that dripped out of my opening.

We were so engrossed in the activity that we did not notice the creaking of the front door and the soft footsteps that followed.

"Sir, it's time to go," a voice informed and I instantly moved my lips away from Alexander's, retracting my arms from over his shoulders just as fast.

"Ha...have a nice day," I panted, wiping my lips. Blushing, I sprung to my feet, ascended the stairs and disappeared into Alexander's room.

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Alexander's POV

"How old are you?" Hayden asked, his speech slurred in an adorable manner.

"32," I answered to which he gasped at hearing.

"32? I'm 24!" He whined, his head resting on one hand and his other hand sliding round the edge of his cup.

I could do nothing but watch in awe as the famous indifferent young master of the Hemsworth family–Hayden–sat before me, completely inebriated.

Born a dominant Omega, Hayden was a man whose apathy and iciness clung unto him like indispensable qualities.

He showed no interest in the world of mercantilism despite being born in a family that was among the strong pillars of the city's business.

Like a silent wind, the Omega would breeze through party swarms, trying to attract very little attention. He was the most unapproachable member of the Hemsworth family, his resplendence adding to his dignity.

And there he sat across me, dead drunk and displaying.

It was a beholding sight indeed.

"Let's go. Don't worry, I'll carry him," I told my bodyguards, lifting Hayden's delicate frame. His legs were wrapped around my waist and his head was rested on my shoulder.

His strawberry scented pheromones wafted into my nose and I shuddered with satisfaction.

We soon arrived at my house and I carried him in the same manner as before.

"I am innocent. It was your stupid fiancé that came on to me," Hayden mumbled as I strolled through the living room.

"My stupid fiancé?" I chuckled, puzzled.

"Not you, silly. My sister's." Hayden clarified. The boy sat on my arms, his barely open eyes looking into mine and his warm hands cupping my face.

"You're so handsome," he complimented and his lips met mine, startling me.

I instinctively kissed him back, my tongue intruding his mouth. It was a heated kiss.

"But I don't deserve you," he cried, releasing his lips from mine and burying his face into my neck.

"Why do you think so?" I asked, but I got no response.

He was fast asleep and his quiet snoring was evidence.

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