My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

So here I was. 

Grown man man ordering a "Cutsie Cutsie Grass Popping Boba" for my wife-

The guy I have been locking up and experimenting on for over two months now.

Despite the ridiculous name for a tapioca drink with matcha flavor, the date wasn't that bad. I almost felt bad it was going to be ruined.

My poor pup was wiggling his tail left to right waiting for his diabet-inducing drink. I have never seen Luther smile before.

Sure, smirks and ironic laughs-

That I got a lot of, but a genuine smile?

It wasn't good for my heart. And for my plans.

I'm either gonna stop this warm, fuzzy feeling growing in my chest or I need to have Luther feel it more than me.

"Get yourself one too!"

"No, thank you. I'd rather not have my teeth falling out by the time I'm forty."

Luther scoffed. Then carried on slurping his drink and looking around.

I must admit that I feel anxious letting him run free like that.

Sure, there is not much he can do. Yet I'd rather have a hold of him.

It would be so much easier if I could just put a collar on him and walk him with a leash.

How do normal people deal with this? Do they have this kind of problem to begin with?

Of course not.

I should have just ordered that sugary poison with delivery and stayed at home. 

But I needed the public to see us-

Together. On a date.

Although I doubt very much this looks like a date from an outsider's point. We're just walking besides each other without talking.

I may not be a romantic, but I don't think that's exactly couple behavior.

I need to take action. Just because he is floundering next to me with a dumb pretty smile on his lips, it doesn't look like a date.

I grabbed the plastic cup and slurped the earthy, bitter-sweet liquid. It wasn't bad per say-

Luther looked at me excitedly.He looks like a bunny- which is rather an ironic thing to say about a fit 5' 11'' grown man.

I want to tease him.

"So? What do you think?"

I think all my best efforts to make your walls break-

Starving you.

Having myself injured by an idiot and letting it get infected so you would treat me.

Having you burning down half of my research institution.

Not to mention Lior. Do you even know how hard it is to have a man cut into a bloody eagle?

I even saved you from jumping out of a window and I did not touch you during your heat!

And nothing.

None of this had the same effect as this damned tapioca drink!

I'm annoyed.

"It's awful. It's not even that sweet."

A chuckle. Not exactly. A full laugh.

He's laughing at me. And I am standing here like an idiot, taking it.

Admiring it.

Guess there is no point backing out now. I already have a full dependency on him.

And it's only your fault that I've become such a junkie, Luther Wilkers! 

Take responsibility for me, puppy!

I tilted my head sideways to enjoy the view just for a moment more.

And then I kissed him.

Pressed my lips on his. Slowly dragging my tongue on his bottom lip. Matcha didn't taste that bad anymore.

Yet, I can't ever win against Luther. One small gesture and he's ruining all my plans.

What did he do?

He slightly parted his lips.

I pulled back. For both our sakes.

I-

I got what I wanted. A few people pulled out their phones and took photos of us. 

The fact that Luther was into it made it look like we are a real couple.

And he looks sour. A bit of a frown. A pinch of a pout. 

Satisfaction. That's what I should feel.

Instead I can hear my heartbeat in my eardrum and I can't swallow down my shortened breath.

What am I to do?

"You said you still have work to do at the office, right?"

He changed the subject. Is he embarrassed? 

His cheeks are a bit flustered and his gaze is rather avoidant.

Could it be just wishful thinking, but I can smell a bit of lime in the air-

Luther pheromones. Out of control.

He thinks he misread the moment.

Of course.

I meant to make him think that. My strategy worked…

I hummed in satisfaction. Approving.

Of the question and of his response to my kiss.

"Hurry up. You have two hours until the movie starts."

"So demanding. Just like a real wife."

He scoffed. Pointed at his finger, tapping ironically.

"No ring. No wife."

So cute. My puppy is barking.

I grabbed his hand and gently kissed his ring finger, causing a rather violent tremble of his entire body. A rise in temperature. And a hollow swallowing.

Got him.

He freed his hand in haste.

So sad we will not get to see the movie tonight.

There was so much more that could have happened-

Brushing our hands while reaching for popcorn.

Maybe a spicy scene on the screen making him red and bothered.

Or a scary scene making him cling to me in fear.

Though I don't think there is anything in the world that could really terrify Luther Wilkers.

I should know. I tried it all.

Nonetheless, our schedule was full for the night:

Damian coming with a pathetically planned scheme organized by Killian.

Maybe a staged betrayal, maybe a seduction trial. Useless and pitiful either way.

And dinner with the Prime Minister.

Luther will see his daddy tonight. More so, he will witness as his father sells him to me regardless of his feelings.

That should be the final crack in the masterpiece I kept sculpting for the last two months.

Luther will finally see he only has me.

And that would be the true beginning of our marriage. My ownership of you. Your affection to me.

But don't worry, puppy. I'll promise to buy you as many sugary grass dirt balls as you wish.

They do taste better. When I taste the from your lips.