Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.

Chapter 122: Golden factory.

Immediately after the group finished breakfast, they set out from the vacation house.

Three cars waited in the driveway.

Alex and Gabe sat in the back seat of the first car, a chauffeur driving them. Fred and Damien occupied the second, while Romeo and Lucas took the third. The engines roared to life almost in unison, as the vehicles pulled out of the compound.

Silence filled the back seat of Alex’s car.

Gabe kept his gaze fixed outside the tinted window, watching trees blur past. Inwardly, he prayed...

Please don’t ask anything. Not now. Not until we reach wherever we’re going.

But he should have known better.

"Did you really have to lie?" Alex finally asked, his voice cutting through the silence. The question came after what felt like forever, though in reality, only a few minutes had passed.

Gabe’s fingers tightened slightly on his lap.

Of course Alex had arranged the three cars on purpose. He wanted privacy. He wanted to talk. And perhaps he also wanted Damien to have space with Fred who he now assumed were friends. And naturally, he preferred Romeo and Lucas far away from this conversation.

"Lie about what?" Gabe asked lightly, raising a brow as he swallowed.

Alex turned to look at him fully, his expression unreadable. "You know exactly what I’m talking about," he replied, his tone serious....there was even a trace of anger beneath it. "You don’t need to pretend. No one else is here."

Gabe looked away again.

"Oh yes," Alex continued, a faint, humorless smile touching his lips. "I’m your therapist and you’re my client. But we’re more than that now, aren’t we? We had sex. I thought there was nothing wrong with letting Fred, Damien, Romeo, and Lucas know. They were right there."

"And why exactly do they need to know?" Gabe shot back with a scoff, turning to face him. "So what if we had sex, Alex? Fine....we confessed our feelings. That doesn’t mean we need to announce it to the world immediately. There’s no need to rush things."

He crossed his arms. "They’ll know eventually. When it’s time. When we’re actually... something."

Alex’s jaw tightened.

"And where are we even going?" Gabe added suddenly, noticing that their car had taken a different turn from the other two. "This isn’t the same route."

Alex didn’t answer that immediately.

Instead, he said quietly, "It seems like having sex with me isn’t a big deal for you. But it is for me, okay?"

The seriousness in his voice made Gabe blink.

"And maybe," Alex continued, his eyes never leaving Gabe’s face, "maybe you don’t believe my confession. Maybe you think it was a prank. Or heat of the moment. But I can show you that it wasn’t."

"What do you mean it isn’t a big deal for me?" Gabe let out a small, incredulous laugh. "It’s just sex, Alex."

Alex’s expression hardened not in anger, but in hurt.

"I didn’t just have sex with you," he said, each word deliberate. "I made love with you."

The air inside the car grew heavy.

"And I think," Alex added softly but firmly, "I need to show you what that means."

Why is he acting like this? Gabe wondered inwardly, though a faint chuckle still tugged at his lips. It’s not his first time, right? Why make it sound so monumental? We had sex. That doesn’t automatically mean forever. I’ve already stopped building expectations around things like that. Whatever will be, will be.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Is it your first time?" Gabe suddenly asked.

He hadn’t meant to say it that loudly.

Alex choked on his own breath.

The chauffeur’s eyes flickered briefly to the rearview mirror before quickly returning to the road, pretending he had heard nothing.

Alex cleared his throat, mortified. "Gabe..."

"What?" Gabe shrugged innocently. "It’s a simple question."

Alex looked away, swallowing hard.

It’s not my first time, he admitted inwardly. But it’s my first time doing it with feelings attached.

His fingers curled slightly against his thigh.

I was always drugged before, he continued thinking bitterly. Forced into situations just so my body would react to omegas. I never wanted it. My body didn’t respond naturally. It was mechanical. Detached.

His gaze softened as he looked back at Gabe.

But with you... I chose it. I wanted it. I wasn’t forced. I wasn’t manipulated. I wasn’t numb.

"You can say it’s my first an...." Alex began, only to be cut off mid-sentence.

"Oh, I see," Gabe interrupted quickly, nodding as though he had solved a complicated puzzle. "It was your first. I’m not surprised, though. You’re a Beta. Not many Omegas would actually want to have you as their mate."

He let out a light chuckle, clearly amused by his own conclusion.

"You..." Alex started, then stopped himself. He dragged a hand down his face and ended up face-palming in frustration. "That’s not what I was trying to say."

But Gabe only shrugged, completely unfazed.

"Anyway," Gabe continued, shifting slightly in his seat, curiosity now overtaking the teasing glint in his eyes, "where exactly are we going?"

"You’ll see," Alex replied after a brief pause. His voice was calm again, composed. "We’re almost there."

He turned his gaze toward the window, effectively ending the conversation.

The car continued down the unfamiliar road. After what felt like an eternity to Gabe, a magnificent building finally came into view.

Gabe immediately sat up straighter in his seat, his eyes widening in surprise as he stared out the tinted window.

The structure was enormous....modern architecture blended with intimidating elegance. Glass panels reflected the sunlight brilliantly, and the company’s logo shimmered in gold at the very top of the building.

The car drove smoothly through the grand gates and into the compound before coming to a stop right at the main entrance.

Several staff members, all dressed in perfectly tailored black suits, stood in neat lines with their heads bowed respectfully.

Just where the fuck are we? Gabe thought inwardly, his brows knitting together.

He turned his gaze toward Alex, expecting some sort of explanation. But Alex didn’t spare him a glance.

Instead, Alex stepped out of the car first. He walked around to Gabe’s side, retrieved the wheelchair from the trunk, and carefully lifted Gabe out of the car with practiced ease before placing him gently into the chair.

Only then did he look toward the staff members, whose heads were still bowed.

"Welcome to the Golden Factory!" they chorused in perfect unison, lifting their heads simultaneously with bright, professional smiles plastered on their faces.

"Golden Factory?" Gabe echoed inwardly, letting out a small scoff.

Before he could say anything aloud, Alex moved behind him and began pushing the wheelchair toward the entrance.

The moment they stepped inside, Gabe felt as though he had entered an entirely different world.

The interior was massive....luxurious yet efficient. Staff dressed in sleek black suits moved to and fro with purpose. Some were stationed at specific sections....a polished reception desk near the entrance, a high-end bag display to the right, designer clothing arranged meticulously on racks, and another area showcasing elegant shoes and accessories.

Different sections housed different teams.

Customers, dressed in outfits that screamed wealth and influence, wandered around browsing, selecting items, conversing with attendants.

Did he seriously bring me here for shopping? Gabe wondered inwardly, scoffing again.

Alex continued pushing the wheelchair past all the sections until they reached a private elevator.

The doors slid open with a soft chime. They entered, and the elevator ascended smoothly to the second floor.

When the doors opened again, they were greeted by a quiet hallway lined with burly guards standing at attention on both sides.

Gabe’s suspicion deepened.

If we’re here to shop, everything is downstairs. Why did we have to come up here? he thought, heaving a frustrated sigh. Still, he kept quiet for now.

Alex stopped in front of a large wooden door guarded by two particularly intimidating men. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and wheeled Gabe inside.

The office was immaculate.

The walls were painted pure white, giving the space a sharp, commanding presence. Two large glass shelves stood on either side of the room, lined with numerous trophies and awards.

At the far end stood a massive wooden desk. On top of it sat a polished nameplate with bold letters engraved across it:

BIG BOSS

In front of the desk were two elegant chairs meant for visitors.

At the center of the room stood a large glass table surrounded by a circular couch....clearly a seating area for clients or important guests.

Once inside, Alex walked around the desk and sat down in the large chair behind it.

Meanwhile, Gabe remained seated in his wheelchair, staring at him.

"Can you talk now?" Gabe demanded, folding his arms across his chest. "Why are we here?"

He raised a brow, a scoff escaping his lips.

Alex leaned back in the chair, resting one arm on the armrest.

"Why do you think we’re here?" he countered coolly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Gabe’s frown deepened.

"And yes," Alex continued evenly, "I’m the Big Boss here."

Gabe blinked.

"I brought you here to make an announcement," Alex added, his tone turning serious once more. "Fred, Damien, Romeo, and Lucas will be here shortly. I already texted them to come over."

"Huh?" Gabe breathed out, completely caught off guard.

"Once they arrive," Alex went on, locking eyes with him now, "I’ll be making the announcement in front of them... and in front of the staff. And the customers downstairs."

Now what the fuck is wrong with him? Gabe thought, frustration clearly written across his face as he stared at Alex.