Saving the overbearing CEO

Chapter 132: Second World: Roommate or Husband?

Three days is what he asked for but Qie Ranzhe somehow found his way to Wen Qinxi's pavilion the very next day and the reason for this was the so-called conditions Wen Qinxi sent to him the previous day. When he arrived unannounced Wen Qinxi was busy messing with his interstellar maps in his secret room.

He had just finished calculating and circled three possible coordinates for the rest of the fragments of the pilgrimage spaceship when the door bell rung. In a few taps he could clearly see who it was.

Qie Ranzhe was standing at the door in his navy blue slim fit uniform with several medals and sophisticated pristine black formal shoes. In his hand he held a brown box with who knows what inside. This picture was the same one he had the hots for on Valim Network but this time it was in real time.

At first sight, Wen Qinxi's heart skipped a beat ogling at this exquisite man before him. His navy blue uniform enhanced his flawless radiant skin making him more appealing that one couldn't help but take a second glance. Wen Qinxi ran his hands through his light blonde hair his eyes drooling over the elegant alpha whose appearance spelt sex appeal.

He swallowed hard with his eyes resembling that of a lustful creature in heat. It was still a mystery to him when he began to lust over his boss or when he crossed the boundary from friend to someone he wanted to do all sorts of things with.

His lewd thoughts scattered like the wind when Qie Ranzhe rang the bell for the second time. Realising how he easily fell into a trance he figured it could only be a trap. The Marshal had absolutely done it on purpose.

Earlier on when he was drunk the other night he told the Marshal that if he came wearing his uniform he would agree to his proposition. Qie Ranzhe had clearly listened to him intending to use this to his advantage. The Marshal could only be here for one thing which was to negotiate with the prince in his uniform like a stunning sly fox.

Wen Qinxi wasn't stupid, he knew that those conditions would have Qie Ranzhe running over to talk him out of it. He knew letting him in was like openly inviting the lion into the sheep pen.

"Marshal, what a pleasant surprise? How can l help?" he spoke through the intercom with a smirk on his face.

Qie Ranzhe was taken aback when Zhao Xieshu refused to open the door for him but he wasn't the type to give up so easily and like a great military man he had come prepared. He opened the box placing it in front of the camera saying, "I brought this. Don't you want it back?"

Inside the box was the pistol Wen Qinxi gave to Papa Qie during the zerg attack. Why was it still intact? He was sure he had Xiao Hua activate self destruct signal in the pistol so why was it in the Marshal's hands.

"Oh shit!" he said hurriedly opening the door before  grabbing the box out of Qie Ranzhe's hand.

"How the fuck do you still have this?" asked Wen Qinxi as he disassembled the weapon in a dexterous manner cross examining it before reassembling it again.

Qie Ranzhe watched Zhao Xieshu's slender fingers gracefully brush against the barrel of the pistol with a stern expression. He unconsciously licked his lower lip his Adam's apple bobbing with his throat feeling parched. This scene of Zhao Xieshu holding a pistol was so intriguing arousing his interest. In layman's terms, the prince looked incredibly sexy holding a pistol.

Entranced with this version of Zhao Xieshu, he found himself slowly approaching the omega his eyes fixed on those supple pink lips he desperately wanted to kiss till they were red and swollen. By the time Wen Qinxi was done, Qie Ranzhe was so close to him that he could literally feel the tall alpha's warm breathe brushing against his skin.

The Marshal was looking down at him with dark licentious eyes that could hyponitise him if he stared into them for too long. Wen Qinxi's face flushed crimson blushing as he walked backwards to create some distance between them.

Qie Ranzhe didn't let him off  easy taking one step forward while saying, "Those conditions?" in a deep magnetic voice.

Wen Qinxi nervously bit his lip with a mobile expression stammering in response, "Yo-you....you didn't answer my question."

"A weapons' expert deactivated the self destruct function. Now you know so.....let's talk about these," said Qie Ranzhe displaying the cause of his sleepless night.

Wen Qinxi took another step backwards but found himself hindered by the wall behind him leaving no means of escape. He had stupidly walked into the Marshal's trap of his own free will. Qie Ranzhe stopped right in front of him slamming his hand on the wall while staring at the omega in front of him. Nerve-wracked with his body taut, Wen Qinxi struggled to stand his ground asking, "What about them?"

Qie Ranzhe felt his body heat up despite the aircon circulating cool air throughout the entire room. His plan to intimidate Zhao Xieshu had apparently backfired with his mind filled with dirty thoughts as his body reacted rousing the sleeping dragon.

He chuckled lightly while increasing the distance between them saying, "Separate rooms? How is that even sensible?"

Wen Qinxi scratched his head wishing he could run away from the sexual tension. Just now when Qie Ranzhe wall slammed him, Qi junior seemed to have had a wake up call out of nowhere. "Mn, I need my space," he replied folding his arms across his chest in a bundle of nerves.

"Share house expenses? What does that make me? Roommate or husband?" he asked wishing he could kiss Zhao Xieshu and show him that he would more useful as a husband than roommate.

"Roommate of course. Wait.....actually housemate. How about that?" said Wen Qinxi beckoning him to sit down.

Qie Ranzhe settled on the couch gazing intently at Zhao Xieshu who was sitting  next to him on the while placating him but the alpha heard none of it.

The word housemate echoed in his mind haunting him to the point of insanity. He never thought the prince would take it as being housemates when he proposed marriage. The Marshal was very much interested in having a relationship with Zhao Xieshu yet the omega preferred to have a platonic relationship with him. He desperately wanted to sink his teeth into Zhao Xieshu's pheromone gland and mark him completely declaring sovereignty over the prince.

He had to make his intentions clear and the only way he could express that was through a kiss. This way Zhao Xieshu would understand what type of relationship he wanted to have with him.

Unable to sense the air around him turn ominous, Wen Qinxi kept rambling on in endless chatter that is until his mouth was unexpectedly covered by something warm and surprisingly sweet.

His heart beat quickened with shortness of breathe as the Marshal enthusiastically covered Zhao Xieshu's lips with his. Qie Ranzhe had initially intended it to be an innocent perk but that sweet intoxicating taste of the prince's soft lips had him yearning for more.

Wen Qinxi wanted stop him from the start but he kept procrastinating as a jolt of electric sparks traveled to all the nerve endings in his body instigating an addictive pleasurable experience.

Qie Ranzhe slowly placed his hand on Zhao Xieshu's thigh with their lips entangled in a sensual spring of pleasure. His unruly hand wasn't rejected boosting his confidence as his hand traveled up to the prince's waist drawing him closer deepening the kiss.

"Mm....mm," moaned Wen Qinxi as Qie Ranzhe lovingly massaged his slender waist causing Wen Qinxi's body to heat up under his touch. These two were so caught up in their sweet indulgence that they didn't notice the door open followed by Zhao Huangzhi ambling into the room without even ringing the doorbell.

She heard the Marshal had just arrived but instead of heading to the royal family's pavilion he went straight to Zhao Xieshu's pavilion. After sprucing herself up she rushed over in hurried footsteps wondering what business these two had especially after her half brother said he wasn't interested in the Marshal anymore.

After her failed proposal she tried to meet up with the Marshal once more but he had been keeping her at arm's length distancing himself from her. She was used to Qie Ranzhe being like this so she didn't think much of it. She was willing to wait for him to come around by himself but the Marshal visiting Zhao Xieshu was the last straw.

The door was surprisingly unlocked and so she strolled in like she owned the place excited to see the Marshal when she was met with such a R-rated scene. Trembling in anger with her throbbing veins bulging on the side of her neck she yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?! Xieshu! You bitch you said you weren't interested in him so what the fuck is this?"

The two people felt as though their bodies had been drenched with a bucket of ice cold water ruining the sensual atmosphere.

Wen Qinxi didn't feel the need to hang around with a deranged woman so he casually waved his hand saying, "This has nothing to do with me so l will leave first. Just make sure you talk outside," before standing up to leave but Zhao Huangzhi blocked his path. How could she let Zhao Xieshu go just like that?

This sluty omega had the audacity to seduce her man with his pheromones. It was a known fact that an alpha could barely keep his or her rational mind in the presence of an omega's pheromones but she was wrong. Zhao Xieshu didn't even release an ounce of his pheromones and she could sense it but she was in absolute denial.

How was it possible for the Marshal to like Zhao Xieshu for who he is? It made no sense to her. He was rowdy, frivolous, embarrassing, disgraceful to only mention a few and couldn't compare to her kind obedient nature so why would the Marshal be interested in him? Qie Ranzhe must have been drugged or something and she was obliged to set him free from her devious brother's clutches. Zhao Xieshu had to be taught a lesson.