Nineteen

Winston's pov 

Martin didn't believe the lie about a friend inviting me to stay over.

He didn't say it but it was obvious from his expression that he didn't.

And maybe why he didn't believe me was that I took a long shower and that I might've overdressed a little.

After Orson said I lack a fashion sense, I was a little cautious of my outfits that I don't usually care about.

I borrowed Martin’s designer jacket, Somehow wanting to show I have a Fashion sense.

The car pulled up in front of a tall luxurious building.

I still can't believe Orson had a condo here, I mean…this is a very expensive place.

I stepped out after paying, fixing my clothes and my baseball cap.

I headed into the building, making my way to the elevator.

I grabbed the hem of the jacket nervously, I could hear my heart beat.

Pounding.

My stomach churned again in excitement to see him.

Then the excitement disappeared suddenly.

He treated me like trash the last time we saw him, had fun and acted coldly to me and I still dressed up to come here.

This is a bad idea.

The elevator beeps and its door opens.

I heaved out a sigh and stepped out, every ounce of excitement was replaced with nervousness 

Slowly I walked to his condo door, Number; 46A

I put in his condo lock code and the door buzzed open, I stepped in and closed the door.

The room was dimmed, but I could smell whiskey in the air.

“You're late”

I heard his voice.

It was hoarse.

“Me and my teammates were celebrating,” I responded. The light came on.

He was sitting on a couch, his back facing me.

“You won”

“Yeah” I answered, a smile tugging my lips as I walked closer to him.

“And you smell of him”

My brows shut up as I paused in my movement, “Him?”

“Martin”

“Oh…” I laughed, “I borrowed his jacket, I didn't bring any clothes that make sense so I had to…” I trailed off glancing down at the jacket.

Orson turned slowly, “It's ugly”

“The outfit?” I asked, I felt my heart drop in my stomach.

“The jacket”

“I thought it was cool…”

“It's not, Get rid of it and come here” he turned back.

I shouldn't obey him right.

But I did.

I reluctantly removed the jacket and put it on a rack before moving to the couch.

I settled beside him, quietly.

Trying hard not to look at him.

But I still look at him, his blonde hair falls over half his face.

When he turned briefly, I looked away and cleared my throat.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yeah…i have” I answered, my gaze shifted to the bottle of whiskey. “Why were you drinking?”

He didn't give an answer.

“To celebrate?” I continued,

He then let out a chuckle, “What's there to celebrate”

I was silent at his answer, I don't really understand what he meant.

“Take” he pushed his cup to me, my eyes dropped to the cup.

“I don't…”

“Take it” he repeated, his voice dropped low in command.

My body reacted to obey, I took the glass from him.

“Good boy” He turned fully to me, “Drink”

I did as he said and took a sip, the taste of whiskey spread in my mouth, I gulped down the rest.

“You're quite greedy” he smiled, it was cocky.

I hated it when he smiled like that.

He took the glass from me and dropped it on the coffee table.

“Where are you going out with the omega?” Orson asked as he leaned forward, causing me to move back.

He leaned more closer until my back hit the couch.

“You haven't answered my question” he said, his hot breath fanning my face as his green eyes bore into mine.

Heat rushed up my neck to my face.

“N…no, we are friends” I replied, turning away.

“You're blushing, Crowley” 

My hands went to my face as I touched it, “I..i.i” stuttered.

“You are so cute” he mumbled, he leaned down burying his face in my neck, sniffing.

My eyes went wide but I stayed still.

My heart is beating again, a little too fast.

Is he not with those women he had been with in the past weeks?

“Are you also with those women?” I asked, Orson removed his head from my neck.

“No” he said, “Why would I be?”

Annoyance was laced in his tone.

“I thought you were…”

“It's just casual sex” He said, seating up. His mood souring.

“Why did you fly in? Do you have business here?” I questioned, trying to lift the mood.

I returned to my original position.

“No, I came to see you”

“Oh…”

I smiled.

He came to see me.

“You sound surprise…” he said, 

I nodded, my cheeks warmed. “I don't think you would just get on a plane to see me”

His gaze settled on my face, making me blush even more.

“This is not the first time I would get on a plane because of sex” 

The heat in my cheeks disappeared almost immediately.

Of course he can get out of any city because he has a private jet.

“The colors in your cheeks…They disappear” He said, his hand touched my face but I flinched back.

He is an ass.

I reminded myself again, he is an ass.

My throat went dry.

I don't know why I think…

Why I think he actually came to see me.

“So when are we going to…” I let out,

“Relax, Crowley” he said, his tone was playful but I want to get out of here.

A frown

settled between my brows, I stood up.

“Let get over it,” I stood up removing my shirt, “I have to be at the hotel before dawn”

“Alright”