Chapter 132 CHAPTER 132

Chapter 132 CHAPTER 132
Reign rarely has peaceful mornings. He spends his nights and days buried in work, growing his company and making sure everyone is underneath him. His bed has always stayed cold and untouched; it was like an empty space that lacked warmth, but now, it’s different.

His bedroom finally has warmth because there’s a soul living in it now. Reign comes home every day to see his little liar curled up in his bed, nesting in his clothes, only to come up with the craziest lies and excuses. Reign has never heard.

The memories bring a smile to his face, and then he stares down at Soren, who seems to have a permanent home in his arms every night. Even in the mornings, he refuses to let go, sleeping with his body completely on top of the Enigma’s, the covers hanging low on his back. This is the routine Reign is beginning to get used to.

He’d always said he wouldn't keep the liar once the contract ends, but now, he’s beginning to change his mind. Still, as long as Reign has enemies, having a mate by his side is a risk he can’t afford.

Slowly, his hand comes up to stroke against his soft red hair, and Soren purrs in his sleep, leaning into his touch. In just a few weeks, the Omega has gotten so comfortable in his arms that it has become natural. Almost too natural.

Reign looks down at him for a long moment, quietly wondering when exactly this little liar managed to become such an important part of his mornings. For a man who has always preferred waking up alone, he can't imagine his bed feeling quite as empty as it used to.

Just then, the ringing sound of his phone breaks the silence in the room. Soren stirs and groans but doesn't open his eyes; instead, his arms around the enigma tighten. Reign sneers and reaches for his phone and answers the calls that last for a few seconds, and once he hangs up, he looks down at Soren, gently tapping his shoulder to wake him up.

“I have a meeting in twenty minutes, Ren.”

Soren whines in protest and nuzzles against Reign’s jawline, “Cancel it, you’re the boss.”

Reign lets out a namused huff that vibrates right against Soren’s chest, his fingers still idly tangling in those soft red curls. “As tempting as that sounds, darling, the world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re lazy,” he rumbles, his voice thick with morning rasp, and yet despite his words, his arms don't move to push the Omega off. If anything, his grip around Soren’s lower back stays steady, holding him flush against his warm skin.

Soren opens one blue eye, glaring up at him with a sleepy pout that lacks any defiance. “I’m not lazy. I’m keeping you warm. You should be paying me extra for this service.”

“Is that so?” Reign arches an eyebrow, a dark, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he tilts Soren’s chin up with two fingers. “I thought your contract explicitly stated your duty was to keep me entertained, not to trap me in bed.”

“The contract also said you wouldn’t get attached, Enigma,” Soren counters smoothly, a cheeky glint flashing in his eyes as he trails a slender hand down Reign’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart. “Yet here you are, petting me instead of getting up for your very important meeting. You’re capable of making the world pause for a few minutes. Just hold me for a little longer,” he murmurs and rests his head on Reign’s chest again, and before he knows it, it’s drifting back to sleep.

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Soren wakes up to the blinding sun blasting angrily through the curtains. He groans, putting a hand over his face, and the first thing he notices is the fact that the warmth beside him is gone, and the second thing he notices is the sound of running water from the bathroom.

A thought crosses his mind, and he pulls himself out of bed and walks over to the bathroom, wearing an overzealous shirt that obviously belongs to his enigma. He slips into the bathroom to find the man taking a shower behind the glass. With a smile, Soren slips out of the shirt and gets naked before pushing the glass screen open. Soren shamelessly runs his eyes over the man’s full glory: that musculine body, toned stomach with solid abs, a V-line that runs down his groin, and strongiceps, and don’t even get him started on the tattoos decorating his body beautifully. Soren is almost salivating at the sight.

“Like what you see?” Reign rumbles without turning around.

Soren doesn't answer with words; instead, he steps directly under the warm stream, letting the water instantly drench his skin and flatten his messy red hair against his scalp. He glides forward until his front is pressed completely against Reign’s wet back, his arms sliding around the Enigma’s waist. Soren rests his chin on Reign's shoulder, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief as his hands trace the hard, defined lines of Reign’s abs and head slowly, but before he can grab his cock, Reign grabs his wrist and pulls him in front of him, and in the next second, he has his back pressed against the wall, caving him before lifting his chin with a finger while the warm water showers on them.

“I thought you had a meeting in twenty minutes, Ren,” Soren says with a smirk, knowing it’s been hours since the enigma made that statement.

“I did until a little birdy told me to make the world pause.”

Soren doesn't stop the grin on his face that suddenly spreads. His hand lands on Reign’s stomach, and slowly, they slide up, gliding and feeling the smoothness of his skin until he wraps his arms around his neck and moves in to press their lips together in a kiss.

Reign takes control of him almost immediately, his hand roaming the omega’s body and travelling lower to grab his naked ass before travelling lower until he lifts one of his until his hand finds the back of his knees and lifts it up. Soren gasps into the kiss when their fronts brush against each other, creating a wild fraction that shoots a wave of pleasure through his veins.

“Fuck,” he groans, tightening his grip on Reign’s neck, and then he lifts his other leg, which Reign effortlessly catches, and now Soren has his legs wrapped around Reign’s strong hip, while the enigma holds safely.

Reign deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding past Soren's parted lips with a fierce, possessive hunger that leaves the Omega breathless while every slide of their wet skin sends electricity straight to Soren’s core. And power radiating off the man holding him effortlessly against the tile makes Soren’s toes curl, his nails digging into the hard muscles of Reign’s shoulders.

"You like pushing your luck, don't you, sweetheart?" Reign growls against his mouth, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates straight into Soren’s chest as his hand adjusts its grip under Soren’s thigh, pinning him firmly to the wall while his other hand slides up Soren’s side, fingers digging possessively into his waist. The contrast between the cool tile against Soren's back and the scorching heat of Reign’s body pressed flush against him is driving the Omega out of his mind.

"I only push... because I know you like it," Soren pants, pulling back just an inch, his blue eyes dark and crammed with desire.

Reign smirks. “Perhaps, we should take this to the bedroom, or you prefer to be fucked again against the cold tilt, darling?”

Soren’s stomach churns and pools with desire at the words. “Take me right here and now.”