Desire Me If You Can Chapter 17

“Dane!”

“What the hell, you were here?”

“Where have you been? Why are you so late?”

As soon as they saw Dane Striker, the gathered team members were startled and scrambled to ask him questions. However, as they saw what Dane had just dropped on the floor with a heavy thud, they instantly forgot their questions and turned pale.

A silence fell, as if time had stopped.

Grayson Miller was lying there, unconscious.

The way his massive, limp body sank into the floor looked like a giant beast that had lost its strength. His thick forearms, his body covered in solid muscle, and a build significantly larger than the average man—seeing that monstrous presence lying there completely defenseless left their minds blank.

“W-w-what, what is this?”

“Miller, that’s Grayson Miller, right? What happened? Why is he like this?”

“Dane, did you hit him? What on earth happened!”

To the team members, who were all shouting for different reasons, Dane simply replied with a short, scowling answer.

“I don’t know, he just passed out suddenly. Must be anemic or something.”

Anemic? What nonsense!

There was no way a man over two meters tall and weighing well over 100 kilograms could be anemic. No one would believe that. But it was an undeniable fact that Grayson was lying there unconscious. Therefore, they all had no choice but to arrive at the same conclusion.

This bastard hit Miller and knocked him out again.

Wilkins, who had been clutching his throbbing head and sighing deeply, asked:

“You didn’t bump into Miller, right?”

“Probably?”

As Dane spoke indifferently, a vein popped in Wilkins’s temple.

“Answer me clearly! Is it true Miller didn’t see you?”

“Probably?”

Just as Wilkins was about to explode at Dane’s continued noncommittal answer, Ezra interjected.

“What’s going on? Give us at least a rough idea of the situation!”

As everyone looked on anxiously, Dane gave another lazy response.

“It’s nothing. I was having sex in the storage room, and suddenly this guy opened the door, stared at us, and passed out on his own.”

The listeners inserted the phrase “because I beat him” between “stared at us” and “passed out.” Hmm, now it makes sense.

Having sorted out the situation, they moved in perfect unison to align their stories. One man stuck to Dane’s side, grabbed his arm, and lectured him in a serious tone.

“You weren’t here today, got it?”

Someone else looked around at the others and shouted.

“You all know, right? Dane wasn’t here today!”

Then, as if they had become one mind, they all pushed Dane’s back together.

“That’s it, you go quickly. Nothing happened today. Okay? You understand?”

“We’ll take care of the rest. Go quickly, I said go!”

Because of their desperate words, Dane stood there awkwardly, bewildered. Why are these bastards acting like this all of a sudden? Is there some kind of problem? It wasn’t like they were worried about Grayson Miller—they were the ones who had wanted to throw such a flamboyant welcome party—but they were all making too much of a fuss.

Seeing him not moving at all while ignoring his colleagues’ urgency, Ezra shouted frantically, his insides burning with anxiety.

“He’s looking for you! So don’t get caught and get out of here!”

But his words only fueled Dane’s curiosity. Instead, Dane stopped dead in his tracks and asked back.

“Me? Why?”

Seeing his handsome face furrowed in a scowl, Wilkins spoke.

“You knocked Miller out back then, right? Miller came here to find you.”

For a moment, Dane froze. Seeing the flicker in his rarely-seen, wavering pupils, Ezra quickly added.

“Miller is looking for the person who hit him and knocked him out. We told him we don’t know, so you keep your story straight too. You were never here, okay? Now go, get out of here!”

Because they kept pushing him, Dane had no choice but to leave as told. The remaining team members quickly cleaned up the surroundings. Fortunately, everyone in the bar was so drunk that they hadn’t noticed the commotion that had occurred among them. In truth, they were quite drunk themselves, but the situation right in front of them had sobered them up instantly.

“Move him first. Let’s ask the owner if there’s a place to lay him down.”

“I’ll go!”

At Wilkins’s instruction, Ezra ran off to find the owner. The remaining team members gathered awkwardly, took one limb each of the man over two meters tall, and left the spot.

Even then, Grayson showed no signs of waking up. The scent of an unfamiliar Omega’s pheromones was lingering thickly around him, mixed with the pheromone scent he usually emitted, but the drunk team members didn’t realize it at all.

∞ ∞ ∞

When Grayson opened his eyes again, several pairs of eyes looking down at him with concern entered his blurred vision. The ceiling lights were spinning dizzily, and the surrounding noise sounded distant. His ears were ringing, and his body felt limp, as if it were buried in the floor.

What… is the situation here?

Before he could even collect his thoughts, voices burst out all at once as if they had been waiting.

“Miller, are you okay?”

“Is anything hurting? A doctor is coming soon, so just wait a little.”

“What happened? Were you not feeling well? Perhaps your pheromone control…”

Questions poured in, but Grayson couldn’t answer a single one. Because he didn’t understand the situation at all either.

“Wait, you should wait until the doctor arrives…”

As Grayson tried to get up, the staff panicked and tried to stop him. But he ignored them, stood up, and brushed the dust off his clothes. Among the restless and frantic staff, Wilkins finally appeared.

“Miller, what on earth happened? We found you collapsed in the hallway and dragged you here. Do you know what happened?”

At the frantic question, the team members felt nervous inside. What if he saw Dane’s face? As they desperately hoped for luck to visit them one more time, Grayson distorted his face instead of answering.

“I don’t remember.”

“What?”

Everyone looked at him with expressions of worry and bewilderment. Feeling their eyes on him, Grayson spat out irritably.

“I said I don’t remember, not at all. What happened.”

The gathered crowd looked at each other and kept their mouths shut. Thank goodness…! Amidst a silence soaked in relief, Grayson let out a low curse.

“Damn it.”

No one spoke as he ran his hands roughly through his hair. In the awkward silence, only Grayson was biting his lip and chewing over his thoughts, looking anxious.

∞ ∞ ∞

What on earth happened?

Inside the car on his way home, Grayson reflected with annoyance. No matter how much he racked his brains, he couldn’t remember anything. The last thing he could recall was leaving the party and opening the door after finding the restroom. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of what happened next. He definitely saw someone in there. Not to mention the face, he couldn’t even remember the gender. All he knew was the faint scent of an Omega’s pheromones. And that the damn breasts were incredibly luscious.

I must have slipped or something.

That’s what the team members who had been waiting for him to wake up had said. The CCTV in the hallway showed Grayson opening the door and suddenly collapsing to the floor a few seconds later. The people inside, presumably a couple, came out into the hallway, checked on Grayson, and left while holding hands. A short while later, the man returned alone, hoisted Grayson over his shoulder, and walked down the hallway out of view. Given that they were in such a place alone together, it was obvious what they had been doing.

It’s the same person.

He was certain of it. This time was just like the last. The moment he smelled the Omega’s pheromones, his consciousness vanished. It was definitely the person from back then. The method was exactly the same.

The problem was that he couldn’t remember the process at all. He knew that an Extreme Omega could cause memory impairment or unconsciousness in an Extreme Alpha by triggering a pheromone shock. But to fall for the same trick twice…