Soren stretched out his arm expecting the warmth of Caelen beside him but he felt nobody beside him. His eyes were still heavy, he blinked and scanned the empty room.
"Liam?" His voice came out low, almost disbelieving.
He pushed himself upright, grabbed the nightgown lying at the bed's corner, and slipped it on as he stepped out of the room. There was no trace of him in the hall either. He returned to the bedroom hoping for a note, but he found nothing.
A frown tugged at his lips. Was he in a hurry? The memory of Caelen clutching his bag surfaced. Right… he probably had classes to get to.
Soren tilted his head back exhaling. "But I wanted to kiss him…"
The thought startled him, and a wry smile curved his mouth. Wait. That was supposed to be a one night thing. Why am I thinking about it like we just started dating?
The hot water in the shower did little to wash away the restless pull in his chest. He felt… right. Like someone I should've asked to stay. Maybe even to date me.
By the time he dressed in a green shirt and forest green pants for his Earth's Green Day shoot, those thoughts still hadn't left.
I don't even have his contact, how do I reach him? He shook his head. Maybe I should wait. If I push I might impose a negative impression, and I can't leave him with the wrong impression. Hopefully he will reach out to me soon.
Caelen twisted the doorknob to his shady one-room house and walked in, still walking awkwardly. A little bed beside the worn-out sofa was lying in the same room with a cemented kitchen table beside the window.
Caelen removed his clothes and glanced at all the hickey marks on his body, making a disgusted face. He entered the bathroom that was too congested for two people to stand inside the walls without hitting them.
He opened the shower, slowly rubbing his skin to wash away the night he spent with his enemy. His tears washed away with the water, but little sniffles could be heard in the bathroom.
He came out and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at the red marks on his body for a while before drifting his gaze to his busted lips.
How funny and pathetic, I never thought I would spend my first time with my enemy, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, either way, it's time for him to go down now.
"I hate those damn pheromones, how could I enjoy sex with a fucking bustard like him. I wish I was born as a Beta!" Caelen muttered under his breath.
He turned around to glance at a picture on the wall, a handsome man holding a seven years old kid into his arms, as the kid's arms were floating in the air , a perfect grin on both face. His father was a single dad, the problem was that he was an omega that's why no company wanted to hire him.
The only work he got was labour work, loading stuff, helping with moving services etc. He worked at a convenience store in the evening. He doted on his only son Caelen. Caelen eyes dripped water and he sniffed before wiping his face.
Caelen got dressed into a hoodie, wearing a mask and glasses. He grabbed his backpack and walked out. Caelen entered a PC room, settling far in the corner where he was not clearly visible. He sent the pictures to a few reporters before making a post with a fake anonymous account he created with the old ID he found in his house when he moved in.
Caelen was the type who never interfered with other matters until he was asked to. The same was the case with the ID. No one came looking for it, so he never cared either.
"Soren from Sparkling Comets spends the night with his fans after the concert and gigs. He takes them to his residence in Vortica so that no one gets the idea of what he has been doing. His servants leave right away so that he can spend good time without any hindrance. No one knows if he has also been violating minors. An idol with such a dark side shouldn't be given a second chance to enter the entertainment industry."
The explicit pictures were attached to the post. Caelen read through the post and took a deep breath, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.
You should pay for my father's death.
Caelen turned off the PC and walked out.
Soren was standing at the shooting site as the staff were setting the lights and sounds.
He saw his manager Karl sprinting towards him with grim expressions. "Let's go, get into the van. The shoot is cancelled."
Soren glanced at the staff, "What are you talking about?"
"Just come with me, please," Karl pleaded as he couldn't drag him out. Soren hated others touching him.
Soren let out a sigh and walked with him. Karl drove away as soon as he got in.
"What's going on?" Soren looked at Karl through the front mirror.
Karl gulped, "It's that...."
"Just spill it, what's the matter?"
Karl opened the articles on the tablet and passed it to Soren.
Soren's eyes dilated and he couldn't believe his eyes. That's why he left no notes? Soren's breath trembled and he threw the tablet at the seat nearby. It bumped into the seat and crashed into the car's wall before falling down the seats.
Soren's eyes were twitching as he was taking deeper breaths.
"Police had decided to launch an investigation to confirm the facts," Karl's voice was low and intimidated.
"What's there to investigate?" Soren shouted.
"There was mention of you sleeping with minors... so... they just want to investigate..." Karl stopped in the middle of the sentence being cautious.
Soren closed his eyes, "Listen, I never slept with minors, no, not even with fans. He was the first one yesterday, but he was a university student. He is not a minor."
"By he... you mean?"
"Liam, his name is Liam. You dropped us yourself yesterday."
"I am sorry, I was too tired to notice," Karl's eyes were fixed on the road, "For now, we are heading to a hotel. Please stay at the hotel until we receive further instructions from the company."
"I don't like staying at hotels, take me to my house."
"There is a huge crowd outside your residence."
"How did they know about the address of my house?"
"Scroll down the articles, there was an exact address of your residence in the anonymous post."
Soren glanced at the tablet he threw earlier but refused to pick it up. He roughly passed his fingers through his thick locks, trying to calm down.