CH 180

“Ngh, nnngh, hahh, ahhh, hnnnh…” The woman’s sharp, high-pitched moans bothered my eardrums. They didn’t realize I was standing there. The hands that had touched me were stroking her back, legs, and chest. I breathed heavily and took a step back. Thunk, the bathroom door closed.

That was when Keith looked up. Our eyes met.

He didn’t react for a moment. My thoughts were a mess. Keith seemed to have called my name, but I wasn’t sure. Before I knew it, I was already out of the waiting room and running. Perhaps I saw Whitaker and Keith’s driver, but I wasn’t sure. I sprinted madly out of the airport.

“Hahh, hahhh, hah, hah.” I frantically gulped the cold air, but my chest still felt tight. Gasping, I plopped down on the street and clutched at my heart.

‘This is a dream.’ I hastily ran my trembling fingers through my hair. ‘This doesn’t make sense. I must have seen wrong. It must not have been Keith… Another… Another person was…’

Could it have been Grayson? Or maybe the Extreme Alpha whose p*nis I nearly bit off? Who else was there? An Extreme Alpha with violet eyes. A man with dark hair and cloyingly sweet pheromones.

“Yeonwoo.” Someone suddenly called out my name and grabbed my shoulder. Startled, I jumped and looked back, falling on my bottom. As I sat on the ground and looked up with big, round eyes, the man was gazing down at me–the man who I had been waiting for but I hoped it wouldn’t be.

It was Keith.

“What happened? Are you better now?” He was talking to me so casually. I couldn’t believe him. I started to feel like I was seeing things. I stared at him in bewilderment, and Keith extended a hand. He grabbed an arm and pulled me up, then he frowned, dusting my clothes off. “Look at yourself!”

Keith looked like he was at a loss for words. I was still blinking absentmindedly at him. Keith must have thought that something was off with me because he scooped me up in his arms. Instantly, my feet swung in the air. He then turned around and took me away in long strides.

Not far off, the car that I rode on the way was idling. I saw the bodyguards as well.  With me in his arms, Keith entered the car without hesitation. Then, the door closed, and the car drove off.

Keith didn’t wait long. He soon covered my lips and shoved his tongue in. He sucked my tongue to the base and scraped the roof of my mouth, and I sat hazily through the kiss. I blinked dumbly until Keith pulled away from me. Keith let out a deep and satisfied sigh and whispered, “I thought about doing this the whole time.”

‘Me too,’ I almost said, but the words that came out of my mouth were something completely different. “Who… was she…?”

Keith didn’t answer straight away. He wasn’t avoiding the question. He was trying to remember who I was referring to. I waited patiently for his reply. It was a silence that only lasted a few seconds, but it was torturously long.

“I don’t know. I didn’t look at her nametag.” Keith said in a very unconcerned manner, then he leaned in to kiss me again. However, my mind only grew more fuddled. Then what happened? Did they pass by each other and make out because they met eyes? How and when did they meet? Why were they doing that there? How far was he thinking of going?!

Too many thoughts crowded my brain, and I didn’t know what to say first. It was the first time that I was this flummoxed. I was so bewildered that I started to panic.

One thought then rose above the rest of my muddled thoughts. I pushed away from the kiss with all my might. Keith frowned in annoyance and looked at me questioningly.

I just couldn’t bring myself to ask. I was so scared. If that was the truth, then what should I do? If my guess was right…

What if he confirmed my suspicions?

No, that couldn’t be–there was no way. That was going too far, even for Keith.

“Why…?” My subdued, hoarse voice crept out of my lips. I wanted some water, but I couldn’t drink. I felt my mouth drying out and forced my stiff lips to move. “Why were you late…? Emma returned yesterday… Why did you extend… your trip one more day…?”

I continued to ramble, but Keith must have understood what I wanted to say. There was no way he couldn’t know. Keith wasn’t thinking of avoiding me, and I already knew what answer would come out.

“Because there was a party,” he said, blasé. He reached for me, and I scrambled away from his reach, but my back soon hit the door of the car. Was this car always this cramped?

I felt neither pain nor discomfort. I merely stared at Keith with wide eyes. A party? What kind of party? Was he saying that for real? Did he seriously go there? This wasn’t all my imagination?

I gaped but no sound escaped my lips. No, maybe I said something, but I couldn’t hear what I said. I didn’t hear Keith’s reply either. I didn’t hear anything, but I already knew the answer. I knew with such clarity what kind of party it was.