My eyes turn to Aahmes who suddenly appeared behind the crazy bitch.
"D-Dr. Abdel!" She tried approaching Aahmes. "G-good thing you came, Dr. Abdel! Sir Eric was just – "
Habibi grabbed the woman's arm and twisted it behind her back.
"O-ouch! What are you doing! You're hurting me!" the woman complained. "Can't you see that Sir Eric was forcing himself on me?!"
"Save it. I heard everything from outside," said Aahmes who pushed the woman away from us. "I suggest you get sober and get back to your division, while you still have a job to return to."
The woman's face was indescribable. It contorted into so many shapes that it looked like she was possessed by the devil.
Perhaps she really was.
She finally decided to drop some tears before running away.
"Are you alright, Prof. Antonio?" Aahmes asked me in his signature emotionless tone.
"Of course I am!" I stood up and tried to straighten my clothes. "I had everything under control. It's not like anyone would believe her claims, anyway. I went to the toilets first, and she even entered the male comfort room!"
"I told you, I should have assisted you."
I watched as Aahmes tried to button my shirt up again. It was then that I noticed a very slight crease on his forehead, and in that place between his fine brows.
Is he actually frowning?
I couldn't help but grin and want to piss him off some more!
"Well, fuck, I guess being famous is no joke. Desperate women keep trying to get close to get a piece of me! Did you believe that she asked if I really prefer omegas since I pushed her away? I told you, that article in the newspaper is nothing but trouble!"
I watched as Aahmes' expression stayed the same.
"Well, she did have a point, there," I added, "women are better since they have vaginas, unlike omegas where you need to stick your dick where their shit comes out."
I gave a short laugh.
"I beg your pardon?" Aahmes said coldly. "Omegas have a valve at the end of their colon that closes when they get sexually stimulated. There's no way fecal matter would mix with our bodily fluids," he pointed out. "Besides, sexually active omegas douche regularly."
My grin spread wider with his immediate reaction. Even his brows seem to get closer by 0.5 centimeters!
"Professor, as a researcher, you should know about these things," he muttered. "You are simply antagonizing me."
"Did it work?"
"What?" Now he's really frowning at me.
"Did I piss you off?"
Aahmes did not reply, instead, he pushed me against the wall and looked me straight in the eye.
I suddenly felt my heart beat faster.
Looks like I went too far.
"Take a guess," he said. "But what infuriates me the most, is that you let that woman touch you."
Aahmes touched my chest through the opening that currently has two buttons missing. I felt a shiver travel down my spine.
"Omegas are very possessive, you know," he continued. "Especially dominant ones."
He kept his gaze on me.
I couldn't budge. I couldn't even take my eyes away from his. I simply watched as glittering specks in his deep set eyes change their hue from light brown to green to hazel and gray-blue. I was still staring at his eyes in fascination when he spoke once again.
"Are you ready to go home now?" he asked me.
"Okay."
That was all I got to say.
Aahmes took my hand and led me out of the restaurant, straight to the parking lot where he sat me at the backseat of his car.
"Why am I at the back?" I asked as he sat on the driver's seat.
"Because I do not want to be distracted while I am driving."
"Why would I distract you while are drive?" I pouted at him. "Wait a minute, didn't you drink? You shouldn't be driving at all!"
"I hardly touched my first mug," he replied.
"I asked if you drank. Your only answer should be either 'oo' or 'hindi'" (yes or no)
"Hin-di." (no) he answered in his robotic tagalog. I ended up laughing again.
"Ohh, so hin-di-mo-i-ni-nom-yung-beer-mo? (you-did-not-drink-your-beer?) Or is it that you can't drink beer? You seem to like wine, so why can't you drink some beer?"
"Because I had to drive."
"We could just hail a taxi. Leave your car at the parking lot and just fetch it back tomorrow..." I yawned, stretched my arms, and laid myself down on the backseat. "Did you see Hitler's expression earlier?" I chuckled as I stared at the white lasso on Aahmes' long ebony hair. "That's what you get when you try to degrade betas and women! I bet all the women in the office would be giving him the cold shoulder from tomorrow onward!"
"Hmm."
I tried to look at his expression on the rear view mirror.
"Why so quiet? Are you still feeling sick because of your estrus? That's why I told you we didn't need to come today, but no, you just had to drag me here with you. Now, look at you! Are you okay to drive? You sure you won't crash the car somewhere?"
I kept nagging him until the car came to a stop. Aahmes got off and I heard the garage gate grate open.
I had no idea we were already home!
He got on again and drove the car into the driveway.
"We are home, Prof. Antonio."
"Yeah, obviously." I sat up and opened the door, got out, and had to lean on the side of the car to steady myself. Aahmes appeared by my side, helping me steady myself.
"I can walk on my own!" I told him.
I walked towards the front door and scraped my shoulder on the wall. Aahmes was suddenly by my side again, holding on to my other arm. He led me inside and stopped by the stairs to remove my shoes, then helped me the rest of the way to my room to change my clothes.
"I think I might have had a bit too many drinks..." I admitted as he was taking my shirt off. "Just a bit, though."
Aahmes didn't reply. He proceeded to open my pants and sat me down on the bed to pull it off.
"Are you angry?" I asked, my eyes on him.
"It is time for you to rest," he looked away.
"But you're still angry at me."
"I am not angry," he replied, yet refused to look at me as I sat there with nothing but my boxers on.
"Then smile at me if you're not angry," I insisted.
He pushed me down on my bed.
"See?" I couldn't help but laugh as I sat right back up. "You're still mad at me! And what's that thing you said earlier? About omegas being possessive? Are you saying that I'm one of your possessions?"
Aahmes refused to answer once again. He went to my dresser and took out a shirt. He then crumpled the shirt and hurled it at my face!
I fell back on the bed, laughing so hard, my sides began to ache. I was still laughing when he took the shirt back and glared at me.
"Hurry up and put this on, then go to sleep."
"I don't want to sleep yet," I grinned at him. "I love teasing you. You're more beautiful when I see some semblance of emotion on your face."
"I am going back to my room."
He was about to leave when I held his hand. I don't know why, but I wanted him to stay by my side. I still wanted to see his frowning face, especially his eyes full of anger.
"Stay here." I tried pulling him back to sit next to me, but he was much stronger and didn't budge an inch. In fact, he dragged me off the bed when he tried to walk away.
"Aray!" (ouch) I cried out as I fell on my right knee.
Aahmes looked down at me with a cute pout on his perfect face and gave a long sigh.
"What do you want?" he asked as he helped me back on the bed.
"Kuya used to say it's bad to go to bed angry. So, please don't be angry anymore. I'm sorry for not listening to you, and I'm sorry for saying that omegas get dicked where their poop comes out." I suppressed a laugh.
"You really don't get it, do you?" Aahmes mumbled and tried to leave again.
"Ha? Get what?" I pulled him back and sat him next to me. "Now, stay there, you're not allowed to leave my room." I placed an arm around his waist to keep him there.
Aahmes sighed and turned to face me.
"Have you ever been with a woman, professor?"
His question caught me off guard, and as before, his face was devoid of any expression.
I looked away and gave an awkward laugh.
"O-of course!" I boasted. "You think I reached this age without any experience?"
I mean, I've at least dated a couple of women!
"How about an omega?" he continued.
I raised my brows at him. "Of course not..." I unconsciously moved away from him. "Didn't Hitler say that betas are not fit to be with omegas? Omegas are made for alphas, after all."
"And you believe him?"
He moved closer.
"W-well... records do show that several omegas and alphas are married to women," I moved away a little bit more. "It's really just a matter of preference."
"Then, why not try it with an omega?"
Aahmes touched my thigh.
"H-huh?!"
"Let us conduct an experiment," he said. "Let us see if a woman really is better than an omega."
"W-woah! Wait a minute, Aahmes..." I held him back, "Sorry, but I prefer women!"
"There is no need to worry," his hand went up my thigh, "just think of me as one."
"W-whaa?!" I gasped as his hand slid under my boxers! He caressed me there, sending shivers throughout my body, then he knelt in front of me and held my other leg apart.
"It's okay..." he whispered, "I'll take care of you."