Desire Me If You Can Novel - Chapter 16

Grayson was smiling, but the employees watching his face felt cold sweat trickling down their backs.

“No, really, we don’t know…”

“Give us a clue at least. How are we supposed to know who did what individually in that chaos?”

“Right. Once the job is done, that’s the end of it. We don’t really nitpick about who did well or poorly. Even if we find someone at fault, it’s just to prepare countermeasures so it doesn’t happen next time, not to blame anyone.”

Everyone spouted logical arguments, but they were words Grayson found utterly uninteresting. His interest lay solely in finding out who the Dominant Omega was—the one who had poured pheromones on him and knocked him out.

“So this is everyone on the team, right?”

When Grayson pointedly asked while gesturing with his finger, Wilkins answered with a dissatisfied face, “Yeah.”

“Ah, Dane is missing.”

At someone’s remark, everyone looked at him in unison. Ignoring the team members who were cursing him with their eyes, Grayson muttered.

“Dane?”

To Grayson, whose eyebrows twitched briefly as he said the name, another team member replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, the bastard who broke your head with a fire extinguisher.”

Snickers erupted from here and there. Grayson smiled too, but his eyes remained chilly.

“He merely made an attempt. He didn’t actually hit me.”

“Ah, such a pity. He could have done it.”

To the man who chattered with a regretful sigh, Grayson smiled back and said.

“I think so, too.”

They didn’t need to ask to know the hidden meaning behind those words. In the atmosphere that had frozen over once again, Grayson emptied the rest of his beer and looked around the group once.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

They watched blankly for a while as he turned and walked toward the restroom.

“Why is that bastard looking for Dane?”

To Ezra, who spoke first, the others asked as if they had been waiting.

“Ezra, what happened back then? We went along with you for now, but still.”

“Wasn’t today the first time he clashed with Dane? That guy wasn’t in his right mind back then, either, was he? There wouldn’t have been any time to talk.”

“What happened that made that bastard grind his teeth and come all the way here? Hurry up and tell us. We need to know to prepare a response.”

“Wait, wait a minute.”

At the barrage of questions, Ezra held out both hands in bewilderment. Receiving everyone’s gaze, he looked troubled.

“I don’t know much either. I just arrived at the scene with you guys.”

“I wasn’t there, so explain it in detail.”

Wilkins had been directing from the outside at the time. If he had known things would turn out like this, he would have gone in himself. Although he heard the incident report after it was over, details like who saved whom were generally useless stories. He had no idea what was happening to his team.

“Uh… well, you see… I followed Dane, and found that guy and two other victims. You know, those crazy twins… those two were already out of it, and only that bastard was fine. But I don’t know what he did, but the two of them kept going crazy, so we had a hard time…”

“And then?”

When Wilkins urged him impatiently, Ezra pointed in the direction Grayson had disappeared with a contorted face.

“Suddenly, that bastard fainted.”

“What? Why?”

“Suddenly?”

Everyone showed the same reaction at the absurd statement. Ezra also shook his head in perplexity.

“I don’t know why it happened. I didn’t see it, but I think Dane did it.”

“Dane? How?”

When someone wondered, another voice chimed in as if remembering something.

“Ah, come to think of it, didn’t Dane say he was in the military?”

“Right. He said he was deployed to the Middle East, too.”

With that, the same thought occurred to everyone. He must have used a special technique learned in the military.

“You know, like in YouTube videos where they hit the neck like this to knock someone out?”

When one person mimicked a chop with the side of his hand, another shared his own knowledge.

“I heard you can knock someone out by grabbing a certain spot firmly.”

“There must be plenty of other ways, right? Since they receive special training.”

The gathered men nodded in turns, forming a consensus.

“Anyway, since that guy fainted, the other two calmed down a bit… so they were rescued separately, and Dane and I threw that guy out the window.”

“…Did that method of knocking him out cause some problem with his head?”

“No, considering his personality, maybe just the fact that he was hit made him furious.”

“Right. If that’s the case, it makes sense that Miller is looking for Dane.”

“So he was looking for the person who hit him. Then ‘repaying the favor’ actually means ‘revenge’?”

When someone said that, Ezra stepped in to add a word.

“That’s why I tried to hide it somehow. We already had that incident during the day; if he finds out Dane is the same guy who knocked him out back then, he might really try to kill him.”

While everyone nodded in agreement, one person raised an objection.

“Even for a Miller, getting away with murder would be difficult.”

“For a Miller, there are plenty of ways without necessarily using physical force.”

The counterargument soon died down. In the end, their opinion was unified into one. They would keep the fact that the person Grayson was looking for was Dane a secret—absolutely, certainly, no matter what happened.

Staking their bond of loyalty as colleagues on the line.

Imbeciles.

Grayson walked across the hall toward the secluded restroom with a stiff, hardened expression. It was patently obvious they were hiding something. Should he grab them one by one and break their fingers?

Many methods came to mind, but there was no guarantee they would confess the truth. Countless studies showed that torture was not effective for extracting confessions. Unless it was for a hobby or pleasure, there was no reason to go through such trouble. Above all, what mattered to Grayson was the truth. If it didn’t help in obtaining the truth, he didn’t want to waste time on such useless acts.

Is waiting really the only way?

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t anticipated this situation. Wasn’t that also the reason he had bothered to become a firefighter? In any case, if he watched from close by, he would find him eventually.

Thinking this, he didn’t feel tired at all, even though it was already quite late. I can finally meet my destiny. Just that thought chased away his annoyance and filled his body with energy instead.

Despite failing every time, he would always get excited with anticipation like this again and again. Imagining the someone who would come to him was the most enjoyable time in Grayson’s life. Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly until he discovered his fated partner. Even so, he wouldn’t be exhausted at all. Because Grayson was standing before the most important moment of his life.

Right now.

When he opened the door whistling a tune, something entered his vision. A woman leaning her arms against the wall with her upper body bent forward, moaning, and the man moving his waist behind her…

The chest.

Grayson stood there without even blinking, staring intently at the man’s large, resilient pectorals. Every time the man moved, the lustrous muscles bunched tight and then relaxed repeatedly. Grayson lost his wits for a moment, watching the hard muscles rise and fall.

The man’s body was like a finely carved statue. Below the abdominal muscles, where a six-pack was clearly defined, a heavy cock was glimpsed appearing and disappearing, appearing and disappearing. The two were connected as one; the man was thrusting in and out, gripping the woman’s breast with one hand and holding her waist with the other.

Grayson vaguely realized the fact that he had mistaken the shop’s supply room for the restroom. Although it was only a matter of a few seconds, when he belatedly recalled that he had been blankly staring at other people’s sex—to be precise, at the body of the man engrossed in sex, slamming into the woman…

Suddenly, the man turned his head. A handsome face, somewhat flushed from sex, entered Grayson’s field of vision. The moment the red-gold hair and blue eyes were etched onto his retinas, the fine brow crumpled in annoyance.

Oh.

His memory ended there.