ZHEN LONG
White hair. Purple eyes. Lavender scent.
My brows furrowed.
That was what Lang said this morning.
There were not many people who fitted that description. Not to mention, lavender scent wasn't very common.
It was too much to be just a coincidence…
I eyed the bright neon 'DELUXE' sign atop the three-story glass building as my car got closer.
Easing into the driveway, I stopped my car by the entrance, throwing my keys to one valet as I rushed into the building, passing by the bold "NO PETS OR Z-GEN OMEGAS ALLOWED" sign.
What greeted me first when I entered the lounge was the scent of cologne, expensive alcohol and charged up Alphas .
At one corner, a pianist filled the room with a soft rich tune. The golden lights dimmed, not so much that you couldn't see, but enough that it wasn't offensive. Adding a perfect touch of class.
Murmurs mixed with the music as people carried on with their light conversations. This was no ordinary pleasure house.
My eyes scanned the room.
For a split second, I had a moment of doubt.
What was I even doing here? I cracked my knuckles in frustration. Lang would not even appreciate my help if I offered. The bastard was still not over what happened.
Well, if he didn't appreciate my help, I could always join the other team. That idea also didn't sound bad at all.
Some omega companions sent suggestive smiles my way, but retracted once they saw the stoic expression on my face.
Standing in the middle of the large hall, I was no surprise that I was gaining unnecessary attention. I grabbed a drink from one of the waiting staff, going to take seat on one of the leather chairs for guests.
I received a few nods of acknowledgement from some familiar faces who didn't seem so embarrassed about getting caught at an establishment like this.
"Good evening sir," a voice purred, and I lifted my head from my glass.
A C-Gen F-omega. She wore a black bralette top and a tight leather skirt that stopped only eight inches below her waist.
Around her neck was a leather collar, whose leash she threw on my lap—I guessed some people were into that sort of kink.
Her face was only fine, which was understandable for an omega of her class.
Overly perfected nose, thin lips, clear skin. Nothing impressive. She dipped low enough to give me a full view of her ample cleavage, and anyone on the opposite end, a perfect view of her rear.
"Would you like some company?" Her lips spread to reveal a set of perfectly shaped veneers. She widened her eyes to appear innocent and pulled her lips into a pout.
Then I got a whiff of her scent. Honey. I scrunched my nose in repulsion, backing into my seat to put some more inches between us.
I had no particular aversion towards honey. Well, not personally. And I didn't want the scent on me.
"No" I answered stiffly. Taking a sip of my drink.
She blinked as she processed my reply, probably not expecting an upfront rejection. Then she smiled again with a determined look, sliding her hand up my leg, daring close to my crotch.
I was about to protest when from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse manager of the establishment.
"Are you sur—" I immediately stood up, the woman sliding off my leg and onto the floor.
I spared her not a second glance, as I made my way to the tall A-Gen F-Alpha who was giving some instructions to a bartender.
I cleared my throat once I got close, causing her to turn around. Immediately she saw me, she plastered on one of her well practiced professional smiles.
"Mr Zhen. Pleasure to have you back." I offered a curt nod. "Can I interest you in some A-Gen Omega options?"
I went straight to the point. "The one from yesterday, where is he?" I saw her eye twitch and my brow furrowed in curiosity.
"Oh, you mean Ren?" Her voice faltered and smile widened to compensate. "Don't worry Mr Zhen, I have other companions who are equally good as him, both in looks, and talent." She rushed out, suspiciously avoiding my eyes.
"I'm not interest—" She waved her hand in a signal and I stopped in the middle of my sentence. I about ten omegas lined up, all posing suggestively.
"Take your pick Mr Zhen, I'll even slip in an extra thirty minutes. On the house." She winked at me, and I grunted, my impatience starting to rise to the surface.
"Miss Jia Li I don't—"
"Ah ah ah, why are you all just standing there?" she chided, her hands already herding her contestants closer to me. Amidst all that, my eyes continued to scan the area, searching for a glimpse of white hair.
I caught one. No, too short. Then another, too long. Then ano— thats a woman. I tapped my foot impatiently as the lineup of companions swarm around me, although they kept a safe distance away from me. Smart. Deep breaths, Long. Keep your calm. I told myself.
I took in one deep breath, then another, then a third. That was when I felt a hand crawling up my chest. That was what broke all restraint I had.
In a swift move, I forcefully gripped the hand, stopping it from going any further than it had already.
My eyes found the owner, an A-Gen Omega— probably why he felt confident enough to get so close to me, seeing as the others kept a safe distance—, he looked a few years younger than me, but not as young as the one I was after. Twenty-six, maybe.
He looked back at me in alarm, and I sneered, not bothering with civility. Heat prickled on the surface of my skin, rising up the fabric of my suit. I felt it. He felt it too.
His hand trembled in mine, and regret painted his face, as my pheromones pushed down on him, forcing him into submission.
The rule against forced submission didnt count here. I wasn't doing it with sexual intent and he wasn't a Z-Gen Omega who could die from it.
I ignored the scapegoat's squirming as I snapped my head to their manager, whose almost constipated look told me she was trying her best to hold her tongue.
I offered her a tight smile, my eyes telling a different story. "Miss Jia Li, I've reached my quota of tomfoolery I can take in one night, so excuse my lack of politeness."Her eye twitched, but she nodded anyway. Good. I knew her to be one smart woman.
"I asked for a particular white haired A-Gen Omega, none of these pathetic wannabes" I released the hand I was holding and the guy dropped on the floor, immediately crawling back to his group. "Where. Is. Ren?"
Her eyes widened, and she subtly shooed away the entourage she had ushered earlier. I pretended not to have noticed.
Once they were all gone, she cleared her throat, straightening her posture. "Mr Zhen, I don't appreciate you using your dominant pheromones on my employees." She lifted a brow, looking me straight in the eyes.
I guess she was more confident, now that she thought I couldn't hurt another one of her employees.
"And I don't appreciate you wasting my time, Miss Jia Li." I retorted "Or are your customers not allowed to have preferences?"
She scoffed and looked at me like I had just said something so outrageous. "Don't insult my establishment, Mr Zhen."
She let out a sigh, resting her hands on her waist, like she didn't want to say what she was about to. "Ren's sick." My brow quirked in interest. "He's not coming to work today." Something within me twitched.
"Why?"
"He had an accident yesterday." Accident?
"What accident?" I asked before I even had time to control my eagerness. I shifted on my feet when she looked at me skeptically, making sure to avoid her keen gaze.
"A car accident." She frowned. " He's fine though. The car nearly missed him. Thankfully. He's just a bit scratched and shaken."
That didn't add up, Lang didn't mention anything about an accident. And also, he drove himself yesterday. The only way Lang would be involved in a car accident was if his corpse was tied up in the backseat.
He was a pro when it came to anything with wheels. Not to mention his ridiculous Z-Gen Alpha senses. My brows furrowed in confusion.
I noticed the expectant look Miss Jia Li was giving me, and immediately cleared my throat, straightening my shirt. Going back to the conversation.
"Did you see the car that caused it? Who the driver was? Any cctv footage?" I inquired and
She finally decided to ask what I'm sure had been running through her mind ever since I started the conversation with her.
"Youre asking so many questions Mr. Zhen, what is your business with him?"
I ignored her questions though, and the fact that I was starting to come off as a stalker. It was the small price to pay.
"Do you have it or not?" She sighed, probably deciding there was no use trying to get answers from me.
"No, we don't have footage. It just had to happen at the part of the building with no cameras." She huffed
"Do you know where he lives—"I caught myself before I sounded more like a creep.
"Okay! Mr Zhen. Gotta stop you right there before you incriminate yourself. I don't give out personal information of my employees." I opened my mouth to provide an explanation—though i didn't have one—, but she cut me off. " No matter who you are or what reputation you've got going for you."
I cleared my throat, taking a step back to straighten my suit, portraying the image of the perfect gentleman. "Understood."
I reached into my pocket, pulling out my business card. I extended it to her, looking at her intently.
"Give me a call when he gets back."
She nodded firmly and answered, "I will." meeting my gaze with a sarcastic one. I knew she, she wasn't going to
My lip twitched, but I didn't utter another word. I turned on my heels, taking confident steps towards the main exit, feeling her gaze burn a hole through the back of my head.
Did I find all I was looking for?
No. Not exactly.
But I at least, got something to work with.