Desire Me If You Can Novel - Chapter 2

Leaving the puzzled woman behind, Grayson withdrew his wallet from his inner jacket pocket. He pulled out several hundred-dollar bills and slapped them onto the table with a deliberate, ostentatious thud before asking one final question.

“Is there nothing else you can tell me?”

At his probing question, asked with narrowed eyes, the fortune teller answered with a feigned smile.

“That is all for today.”

He thought as much. It seemed there was nothing of value to be gained this time, either. Thinking he had wasted his time yet again, Grayson didn’t ask anything more. He simply turned around and walked out of the shop.

Once the incredibly tall man, standing well over two meters, had disappeared, the fortune teller was left alone in the small space. She pulled a single card from the deck. The moment she saw the image, she flinched, her eyes widening in shock.

The image of a Tower struck by lightning lay before her.

Blinking several times as if she couldn’t believe her eyes, the fortune teller let out a trembling sigh and shook her head.

“Something terrifying is going to happen soon…”

Muttering to herself, she hurriedly looked around. For some reason, the air felt as if it had settled into a cold, heavy stillness. Rubbing the goosebumps that had risen on her arms, the fortune teller scrambled up from her seat.

“Hello, I’d like to have my fortune read…”

Just then, a customer entered the shop. But she waved her hands frantically, speaking fast.

“We’re finished for today. Please leave.”

“Uh… then should I come back tomorrow…”

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

“Oh, no. I won’t be here tomorrow, either. I am done doing business here.”

Upon hearing her answer, the customer asked in surprise.

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

The customer kept talking, but the fortune teller didn’t even listen as she shoved them out by the back. Having practically chased the customer away, she confirmed she was alone, then turned around and began packing her belongings in a frenzy.

I need to run away. Far, far away.

As she cleared out her space, pale and trembling, a single card slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. The fortune teller bent down hurriedly to pick it up, only to let out a sharp shriek.

“Eek!”

The card that had revealed itself this time was ‘The Devil.’

Holding the card with shaking hands, she stared at the illustration and muttered incessantly.

“Ominous… It is deeply ominous.”

As if to warn of a gruesome future, lightning struck the dry sky at that exact moment, followed immediately by the foreboding sound of thunder.

Part 1: Here Comes The Dog

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As always, as the night deepened, the sound of clinking glasses, low-hanging music, and fevered breaths filled the space. And from a certain point onward, the people at the party began to pair off and disappear one by one.

It was a natural result, considering the purpose of the party.

If Dominant Alphas did not periodically release their pheromones, abnormalities would arise in their brains. In simple cases, it led to memory loss, but in severe cases, it could cause brain damage or insanity. Because of this, they frequently sought out partners for sex, and it was common for them to rotate hosting parties for this shared purpose.

At this party, gathered once again for the sake of pheromone release, Grayson was seated at the bar table, drinking whiskey laced with narcotics. As the ice melted, condensation beaded on the rim of the glass, and his fingertips slowly traced the cold surface. Sitting on either side of him were twin Omega brothers, displaying blatant interest.

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

At Grayson’s murmured words, accompanied by a sigh, the man sitting to his right blinked in confusion. The man on his left, who was drinking with them, spoke up sociably first.

“What is it, Grayson? Do you suddenly feel like ‘working’?”

When Grayson tapped his index and middle fingers together to emphasize the word ‘work,’ the man who had been gauging the mood slyly chimed in.

“No way, that’s nonsense. You’re tired of just playing and eating? You aren’t talking about something boring like that, are you?”

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

The men sitting on either side of the bar exchanged presumptuous remarks while watching Grayson’s reaction. Grayson let out a short laugh and spoke with exaggerated flair.

“What do you mean ‘no way’? I don’t just play and eat. I do ‘work.’ Sometimes, anyway.”

It was true, to an extent. There was likely no Dominant Alpha who had held as many professions as Grayson. Whenever he fell for someone, he would often mimic the work that he or she did. In the process, he frequently discovered considerable talent or aptitude, but since it was merely imitation rather than genuinely ‘working,’ strictly speaking, he had never held a proper job.

The problem was that this diligence of his would vanish without a trace the moment his feelings for the partner cooled. Grayson would quit or disappear as he pleased, without a speck of consideration for the other person. The abandoned ex-lovers were often left to face the music, criticized for the portion of work the vanished man had left behind, suffering great embarrassment.

His misdeeds were widely known, yet despite this, a new victim appeared every time. The reason was that among the many talents this man possessed, his ‘acting like he was in love’ was particularly exceptional. Even those who had heard the rumors and were on their guard couldn’t last more than three days. Grayson told them exactly what they wanted to hear and granted whatever they desired, as if he could see right through them. He acted as if he would sincerely offer up his very life for them.

Because of this, they would inevitably think, ‘He must be sincere this time,’ or ‘With me, it’s different.’ By the time they realized it was nothing but a delusion, they had already been cruelly abandoned.

<You weren’t my destiny. Goodbye.>

He would leave them with those parting words, which sounded like a bad joke. That was why many whispered that ‘Grayson Miller just enjoys the version of himself that pretends to be in love.’ Otherwise, how could he turn so cold toward a lover he had seemingly adored so much? Humans didn’t come with buttons to switch emotions on and off at will. However, some argued that it was true Grayson fell in love—it was simply that the duration was far too short.

Whether it was a delusion or the truth, the result was the same. Grayson would make his partner fall deeply for him, then leave as he pleased. He paid absolutely no attention to how devastated the person left behind might become. Literally, because it had ‘nothing to do with him.’

“Who is it this time? Did you find a new destiny?”

The man on the right asked with a laugh. His tone was laced with mockery, as if talking about a pet dog trying to mate with another dog at the park. Not wanting to be outdone, the man on the other side touched Grayson’s body and asked.

“So, what work are you doing this time? If it’s a job Grayson might do, is it perhaps in the service industry?”

He blinked suggestively as he looked up at Grayson. As if refusing to lose to the twin leaning in, the man on the other side stroked Grayson’s thigh. Or to be precise, he seemed to enjoy fondling the thick member resting heavily against it. Grayson gave a faint smile. The hands caressing his arm and thigh were blatant to anyone watching, but Grayson let them be as if it were natural and opened his mouth.

“I have to look for it now.”

At those words, one of the twins asked.

“How about a job where you wear a uniform? That’s sexy.”

“Like a police officer?”

Immediately picking up the thread, the other twin stroked the thick bulge rising above Grayson’s thigh. How thrilling would it be to take this inside me? Anticipation already made his lower body twitch, and words meant to curry favor spilled out automatically.

“You even have such a big gun.”

Grayson smirked at the remark.

“Is that so? Shall I, then?”

It was a simple affirmative response, yet gasps of surprise erupted from both sides. Even the bartenders, who were mixing ordered cocktails inside the bar, widened their eyes and looked at them. Watching the bartenders hurriedly avert their gazes and return to their work, Grayson replied leisurely.

“It is an excellent profession.”

“Grayson as a cop…?”

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

Unlike the man who was flustered, the man on the other side quickly offered flattery. At this, the first man hurriedly chimed in.

“Of course it suits you. I just never thought Grayson would actually do it. Grayson, will you arrest me first? Officer, should I get down on the hood of the car?”