Dimitrios smiled at the neat, even handwriting on the paper and set it back down on the counter. He felt so soft for Remi in that moment that he couldn’t help but wish his pretty boy were there, waiting for him. His little one was so sweet. The omega had bought all the ingredients for this out of his own allowance and cooked for him.
This wasn’t part of their arrangement. Remi had no obligation toward him outside of that. Honestly, Dimitrios didn’t think Remi had any obligation toward him at all. If the omega wanted to stop having sex with him, he wouldn’t be angry. He would never ask him to return anything that he’d bought him. The alpha hadn’t been lying when he told Remi that he enjoyed spending money on him. Remi more than deserved the things Dimitrios had given him, and the money he’d paid him.
Dimtrios was going to increase his sugar baby’s allowance when it came time to pay him again. Fifteen thousand was nowhere near what Remi deserved. His mind replayed their weekend together, the way that the omega had reacted to him, submitted to him. How he’d let Dimitrios fuck him in the shower, even when he was so sensitive and tender. The way the omega had massaged the tension out of his shoulders and back, without expecting anything in return. Remi was truly one of a kind.
In the fridge Dimitrios found a pot with a lid on it sitting in the otherwise empty shelves. He pulled it out and set it on the stove. It wasn’t ice cold, as it hadn’t been in the fridge for long, but it was cool. He lit the burner and grabbed the stirring spoon from the dish rack, and soon the amazing smell burst fresh from the pot.
Dimitrios ate his dinner at the counter, still in his work clothes. His apartment was silent, and it felt almost sterile, like a showroom that no one was supposed to live in. It was surprising how much the presence of Remi lit up the lonely penthouse.
Dimitrios was the type who liked order in all things, but he had to admit that the little messes left after the weekend had made his apartment feel much more like a home. The nest in the living room floor, the piles of clothes on the sofa, the constantly full hamper, the dishes in the drying rack. Without them, it was too cold. Maybe Dimitrios was too cold.
The alpha left his dishes in the sink for the housekeeper to deal with in the morning, and headed off to his bedroom, turning off the lights in the kitchen and living room as he went. As Dimitrios got closer to his bedroom, Remi’s scent got stronger. Stepping through the doorway of the bathroom was like walking into a wall of vanilla scent.
As he flipped on the lights in the bathroom, Dimitrios’ eyes instantly found the one thing that didn’t match with the all white and gray decor of the room. On the floor were a pair of pink cotton panties, rumpled and clearly dropped by accident. They were a colorful spot among the colorless space.
The alpha leaned down and picked them up. The fabric was cool from the tiles, but Dimitrios remembered what cotton panties felt like when they were still warm from the heat of Remi’s body. Dimitrios' fist tightened around the wisp of pink fabric in his hand as he felt his need for Remi rise in him again.
Without thought, the alpha brought the slip of fabric up to his nose and moaned at the scent of his little vanilla baby. He loved Remi’s scent. Sweet, but natural. It wasn’t cloying or overly strong, and he adored the fact that the omega didn’t wear perfume. Dimitrios had once had an ex who liked to find perfumes to amplify his scent, but the overpowering smells had always given Dimitrios a headache.
The alpha’s cock was instantly hard as he breathed in Remi’s scent. Arousal stoked in his core like a raging fire. Fuck, Leon was right. He was so whipped for the omega. Dimitrios briefly considered jerking off, but he knew there would be no relief in it. His body didn’t want his hand, it wanted the warm silken, heat of Remi’s hole fluttering and clenching around him as he pounded into him until his pretty boy was a beautiful mess.
Dimitrios groaned as he leaned back against the wall and let his eyes open, dropping his arm back to his side. It had only been a day since he’d had Remi that last time in the omega’s little makeshift nest, and yet Dimitrios’ body was reacting like he hadn’t seen him in weeks.
A sigh of disappointment left Dimitrios as he dropped Remi’s panties into the hamper, and quickly undressed, doing the same with his clothes. He knew that he needed some kind of physical exertion or he’d never get to sleep. So he went to his closet and threw on a pair of workout shorts and tennis shoes.
Dimitrios moved through the exercise routine that he’d been following for the last few years. He worked out for a little over an hour, until his muscles burned and he was breathing hard, covered in sweat, finally tired enough for sleep.
Even though the sheets had been changed, he could swear that some of Remi’s scent lingered. Perhaps the pillows themselves had started to absorb it, regardless, it was relaxing. Before Dimitrios fell asleep, he grabbed his phone and sent Remi a text.
Chapter 21
Bad Day
Dimitrioswokeuptohis phone going crazy on his nightstand as he received emails and messages. He looked at the times and realized it was 10 minutes before his usual alarm. He opened his email and blinked groggily at the screen. Link after link was being sent to him. The alpha tapped one and was directed to an online article that had his teeth grinding in frustration as he jolted upright in bed. It was too early to be this pissed off. “Get in the car.Now.”
OTR MANUFACTURING OWNERS CAUGHT IN EMBEZZLING SCANDAL
Dimitrios was out of bed, dressed and ready within 10 minutes, tying his tie as he headed for the door. He had Leon on the phone, talking through the stereo as he drove to the office.
“Those motherfuckers!” Leon yelled, the sound of a motor and frantic honking in the background as Leon also sped toward their building.
“I knew we should have gotten rid of them ages ago. But I had no idea they were stealing from us! Someone in the accounting department is getting fired, either they were complicit, or they are completely incompetent at their job! I’ll be spending my morning figuring out which.” Dimitrios added.
Dimitrios and Leon arrived at almost the same time. Leon looked as angry as Dimitrios felt, and as they rode up the elevator together they fumed about the situation. They had no idea yet how much OTR had gotten away with, but it was probably a hefty sum. Scepter Tech was one of the affected companies listed in the article, though the cops had yet to reach out to them.
If the news was to be believed, OTR had apparently been sending invoices with extra charges to their other customers that had no real life correlation. Considering the amount of work that OTR did for Scepter Tech, Dimitrios thought that they’d likely gotten away with millions. The brothers who ran the company had apparently gotten word of the investigation, and scampered off to a non-extradition country to live large with their ill-gotten gains, according to numerous sources in the articles.
Dimitrios was so furious that he wanted to break something. If he ever got his hands on those incompetent, lazy bastards, he was going to kill them. Dimitrios and Leon parted the sea of employees as they marched through the office. A strong aura of‘do not fuck with us if you want to remain employed’was radiating off of them. They were ensconced in Dimitrios' office in moments, and paging down to the head of the accounting department.
“Mr. Cirillo, wha-”
“Get to my office, now.” Dimitrios barked into the receiver.
The CEO hung up and sighed deeply, massaging his temples. Just then, his phone chimed with another two messages in quick succession. Expecting more bad news, Dimitrios was relieved when he saw that it was Remi. He opened the message and had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to collect himself. He was already on edge.
Remi:Sure! I’ll wear pink for you Daddy. Are these okay?
Dimitrios opened his eyes and looked down at the messages again. He re-read the text then let his eyes linger on the picture below. It was Remi from about ribs to mid-thighs. He could see one of the omega’s graceful hands resting against his abdomen, just under his belly button. He was wearing lacy pink panties that were slightly see through, encasing his small, currently soft cock. The alpha remembered picking them out at the lingerie store and was pretty certain that it was a thong.