Saving the overbearing CEO

Chapter 119: Second World: Holding Hands With An Alpha 2

Wen Qinxi sloughed back into his chair with his arms folded across his chest complaining, "Don't praise him otherwise he won't leave. Marshal didn't you come to have some coffee. How about l buy you a cup, hell l will even add a lemon poppyseed muffin if it means you will get lost?"

"No need, l am good with this one because l know you won't finish it as usual," he said before grabbing Zhao Xieshu's cup and sucked on the straw, his eyes fixed on the omega with a probing visual caress. 

'Why the fuck is he flirting with me for?' thought Wen Qinxi looking away but the tip of his ears sold him out.

"Ah, it tastes so sweet," he said with amorous dark eyes that made Wen Qinxi's heart race. "Here," said the Marshal placing the tentra cup back at its original position having harvested an indirect kiss but Wen Qinxi refused.

"You are just trying to fuckin piss me off, don't you?" sweeping the Marshal a sideway glance. 

Only then did Nubile Gypsy caught up with the situation, it seemed the Marshal wasn't done with Prince Xieshu even when the prince was done with him. She excused herself saying, "l just recalled I have some urgent matters to attend to. Xie Xie why not call me later so we can do this again."

Ridden with guilt Wen Qinxi apologized promising to give her a call before seeing her off. Once her figure disappeared he turned to glare at the Marshal with chips of emerald ice emanating from his alluring eyes, "What do you want?"

Now fully relaxed Qie Ranzhe leaned in grabbing the come once more saying, "The coffee here is pretty good so l came to take a look. Who would have known I would find the prince holding hands with an alpha."

"Its really none of your business. Now if there nothing else I will be leaving," said Wen Qinxi preparing to take his leave but Qie Ranzhe took another sip before saying in a soft yet tyrannical tone,

"You going to want to sit down if you know what's good for you," while tapping his communicator to play audio ever so familiar to him.

Wen Qinxi's eyes widened in disbelief as he heard their conversation on the peach coloured planet playing from Qie Ranzhe's communicator. "Shit!" he yelled as his flight response kicked it. All he could think of was run as far away as possible but he hadn't even moved a distance of two-foot when he was caught by Qie Ranzhe restraining him from behind tightly embracing his waist in an ambiguous manner.

"Where are you going, Xie Xie? We haven't finished talking," he said while cuffing Zhao Xieshu's wrists in front before letting him go.

Wen Qinxi was in disbelief struggling to free his wrists from the cuffs but it was to no avail. "Marshal, don't you think this is a bit excessive? If l walk out of here in cuffs it won't be a good thing for the both of us. Take these off and l will willingly go with you," said Wen Qinxi trying to reason with him, his face flushed in anger with a few loose hair strands dangling above his left ear.

"Don't worry, this entire area belongs to you and me alone for the next ten minutes. Look even the barista left ages ago," he said while fiddling with his communicator.

'Fuck!' swore Wen Qinxi internally while nervously pursuing his lips. He decided to change his strategy and act pitiable, whatever it took to get the Marshal off his back. "Ah," he whined but Qie Ranzhe didn't spare him a glance so he tried again, "ah, ah.....it's too tight. It's hurting my wrist. Ran-ge can you loosen it up for me?" 

Being called Ran-ge by Zhao Xieshu had his blood rushing forgetting even to breathe. He yearned for that form of address to escape Zhao Xieshu mouth once more as it was pleasant to the ear. He wanted to get him to say it again but this wasn't the right time nor place. He subconsciously gulped before saying, "You think l don't know you aren't as weak as you appear? Let's go," dragging him out of the cafe before tossing him into the car parked out front.

Wen Qinxi sneered at the Marshal while levelling a glowering look filled with cold hatred but Qie Ranzhe just smiled as the vehicle transported them to a secure location. If he had known teasing Zhao Xieshu was this fun he would have done it a long time ago. The prince was like a cute fierce bunny even when angry he still looked adorable.

Wen Qinxi was led by the elbow into a deserted underground banker before being locked into a dull grey room with only a chair and table plus a two-way mirror. Qie Ranzhe left the room for barely two minutes when Wen Qinxi annoyingly started to call out to him. "Marshal, l want to pee!" then, "Qie Ranzhe, l am going to pee all over your fuckin room!" also, "Ran-ge! Ran-ge! I really have to go."

In all this, the door didn't show any signs of being opened so Wen Qinxi decided to act shamelessly. He stood up against the wall and pretended to unzip his pants with his back against the two-way mirror. His method proved effective as a livid Qie Ranzhe stormed in but was met with Zhao Xieshu's resounding laughter.

"Hahaha, that got you in here, didn't it. Now stop wasting my time I have a lot of things to do," he said while lifting up his wrist, "but first remove these."

Qie Ranzhe's penetrating gaze probed at him while saying, "If l do that, you will attack me. I can see it in your eyes."

"Ran-ge stop being unreasonable. Is this one of your sick fantasies or something? Is that why you insist on cuffing a weak omega?"

Qie Ranzhe chuckled at the word weak before responding with a glint of fascination in his phoenix eyes. "Actually, it is. I am really enjoying this," he replied honestly but his honesty wasn't appreciated.

"Am glad you are enjoying yourself but l am not," with a black expression that could scare a ghost to death but it had no effect on this alpha who seemed to find it amusing. "I promise I won't attack you. Just take them off."

Qie Ranzhe hesitated for a minute but still reached out removing the cuffs but as soon as he did that, Zhao Xieshu kicked his shin under the table. "Fuck! You said you wouldn't, you promised," he said wishing he could press down the omega and teach him some manners.

Wen Qinxi's lips quaked up saying, "I promised not to attack with my hands, not my foot. Now, what do you want to know?"

The Marshal peered at him for a while as though trying to unmask this omega who had successfully fooled the entire universe including himself. "Everything, l want to know everything."