Desire Me If You Can Chapter 2

Leaving her with her head tilted in confusion, Grayson pulled his wallet from his inner jacket pocket. He pulled out several $100 bills, laid them on the table, and asked one last time.

“Is there nothing else you can tell me?”

The fortune-teller replied with a forced smile.

“That’s all for today.”

He had expected as much. Just like every other time, there was nothing of value here. Thinking that he had wasted his time yet again, Grayson turned without another word and walked out of the shop.

After the massive man, standing well over two meters tall, disappeared, the fortune-teller, left alone in the small space, pulled a card from the deck.

But the card she drew was the one depicting a tower being struck by lightning. Seeing it, she let out a trembling sigh and shook her head.

“Something terrifying is going to happen soon….”

After muttering to herself, she hurriedly looked around. She felt as if the air itself had turned coldly stagnant. The fortune-teller hurriedly rubbed her arms, where goosebumps had risen, and scrambled to her feet. A customer happened to be entering the shop, but she waved her hand and spoke quickly.

“I’m finished for the day. Go away.”

“Uh… then I’ll come back tomorrow….”

The flustered customer stammered, but the fortune-teller shook her head immediately.

“Oh, no. I won’t be here tomorrow either. I’m not running this business anymore.”

“What? You’re quitting? No, wait a minute. Just a second….”

Having chased away the surprised customer as if ushering them out, the fortune-teller began to frantically pack her belongings.

I have to get away, as far as possible.

As she was frantically clearing off her workspace, a card slipped from her pale, trembling hand and fell to the floor.

The fortune-teller bent over to pick it up, then let out a scream, “Eek!”

The card that was now revealed was ‘The Devil.’

Holding the card with trembling hands, she stared at the image and muttered over and over.

“Ominous… it’s very ominous.”

As if to warn of a terrifying future, a lightning bolt struck in a clear sky right on cue, followed by the sound of ominous thunder.

As always, as the night deepened, the space was filled with the sound of clinking glasses, low-playing music, and the sound of excited breathing spreading through the air. And from some point on, the people at the party began to disappear in pairs. It was a party held for that very purpose, so it was a natural outcome. If extreme Alphas don’t periodically release their pheromones, they develop brain abnormalities—simply put, they suffer from memory loss, or in serious cases, brain damage or insanity. That is why they constantly seek out partners for sex, and it is common for them to take turns hosting parties for that shared goal.

At this party, also gathered to release pheromones, Grayson was seated at the bar, drinking whiskey laced with a strong substance. As the ice melted, droplets beaded on the rim of the glass, and his fingertips slowly rubbed against the crystal. On both sides of him, twin Omega brothers with identical faces sat, showing blatant interest.

“Having to work every day is both a joyful and a sad thing.”

At Grayson’s words, muttered with a sigh, the man sitting on his right blinked in confusion. The man on the left, who was drinking with him, chimed in with a sociable tone.

“What’s this, Grayson? Don’t tell me you’ve started wanting to ‘work’?”

The man, who had been gauging the atmosphere, nudged him as he emphasized the word ‘work,’ flicking his index and middle fingers on both hands.

“No way, that’s ridiculous. You’re not saying you’re tired of playing and eating, are you?”

“There’s no way Grayson Miller would do that. Right?”

The men sitting on either side of the bar exchanged words on their own while gauging Grayson’s reaction. Grayson let out a short laugh and spoke with exaggeration.

“‘No way,’ you say? I don’t just play around all the time, you know. I do that thing called ‘work,’ sometimes.”

To an extent, it was true. There probably wasn’t another extreme Alpha who had held as many jobs as Grayson. Whenever he fell for someone, he would often mimic the work that person did. While there were quite a few instances where he discovered he had significant talent or aptitude for those things, it was nothing more than imitation rather than doing ‘work’ in earnest; so strictly speaking, he had never held a proper job.

The problem was that this diligence of his would disappear in an instant the moment his feelings for his partner cooled. Grayson would quit or vanish on a whim without even a sliver of consideration for others, often leaving his former lover unable to contact him and suffering the brunt of the criticism meant for the vanished man.

His pattern of misbehavior was well known, yet the reason new victims appeared every time was that among his many talents, this man was particularly adept at ‘acting like he had fallen in love.’ Even those who had already heard the rumors and were on guard couldn’t last more than three days. Grayson would say exactly what they wanted to hear and grant whatever they wished, as if he could see right through their hearts. As if he would gladly give his life for them.

Because of this, they would invariably think, ‘This time, it must be sincere,’ or ‘I’m different to him.’ By the time they realized it was, as expected, just an illusion, they had already been cruelly abandoned.

— You were never my destiny. Goodbye.

…was the joke-like farewell he would leave behind. That was why many whispered that ‘Grayson Miller just enjoys playing the part of someone in love.’ If not, how could he turn away so coldly from a lover he had loved so dearly? It’s not like there’s an on/off button for emotions. However, some say that it is true that Grayson falls in love. It’s just that the duration is incredibly short.

Whether it is an illusion or the truth, the result is the same. Grayson makes his partner fall deeply in love, only to leave them on a whim. Without even a flicker of interest in how miserable the person he left behind becomes. Because, quite literally, it is ‘a matter that has nothing to do with him.’

“Did you find someone else, another new destiny?”

The man on the right asked with a laugh. Using a mocking tone, as if talking about a pet dog that had tried to mate with another dog at the park. The man on the other side didn’t want to be outdone, touching Grayson’s body as he asked:

“So, what kind of work is it this time? If it’s a job Grayson would do, is it something in the service industry?”

He looked up at Grayson, blinking suggestively. As if not wanting to lose out to the one leaning his body against him, the man on the other side caressed Grayson’s thigh. Specifically, Grayson let out a faint laugh, pleased by the hand stroking the thick erection resting atop his leg. Even though the hands stroking his arms and thighs were blatantly explicit to anyone watching, Grayson left them to it as if it were only natural and opened his mouth.

“I have to go find it now.”

At that, one of the twins asked:

“How about a job that requires a uniform? It’s sexy.”

“Like a police officer?”

The other twin, who immediately picked up on the words, stroked the thick erection rising on Grayson’s thigh. How thrilling would it be to have this inside me? Just that expectation seemed to make his lower body twitch, and words to win his favor spilled out automatically.

“And you’d have a big gun like this, too.”

At those words, Grayson chuckled.

“Should I do that, then?”

It was a simple, positive response, yet cries of surprise erupted from both sides. Even the bartenders, who were busy making cocktails inside the bar, had their eyes widened as they watched them. Seeing the bartenders quickly pull their gazes away to focus back on their work, Grayson replied leisurely.

“It is an excellent profession.”

“Grayson is going to be a police officer…?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool, it suits you. I like police officers. They’re sexy.”

Unlike the flustered man on one side, the man on the other side offered flattery quickly. Following suit, the first man hurried to make his own comment.

“Of course it suits you. I just never imagined Grayson would actually do it. Grayson, will you arrest me first? Officer, should I bend over the hood of the car?”