345: 7.35 Edge Of Madness

7.35 Edge Of Madness

The temperature in Moshe's eyes instantly plunged past the freezing point. He scooped Cheryl into his arms and fixed the waiter with a death stare. "If you know what's best for you, then you'd better lead me there." Not that he would let this person escape, Moshe brooded. He had touched what belonged to Moshe. There would be no mercy.  1

Terror seized the waiter's heart like a poisonous vice. He truly felt as if a scythe was hanging over his neck. If he made one wrong movement, then it would instantly cut his head off! He was on the verge of breaking down into tears. "I—I—I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry! I—I swear I don't know anything! Mr. Zion gave me a huge sum of money just to lock the resting lounge. I really don't know anything!"

Resting lounge. Moshe gave a man one last glance to remember his face before turning away. There would be a lot of time to bestow punishment later. Even if the man escaped to the edge of the world, Moshe would hunt him down and teach him that ignorance was an unpardonable sin! 

No time left to waste, he picked up his pace and then started running along the hallway, his heart thundering madly inside his ribcage. The knowledge that Aiden was currently together with Zion inside a locked room was unraveling some ugly, twisted emotions within the deepest chamber of his chest. His jaws clenched tensely and his golden eyes blazed, almost burning everything that dared to stand in his way. Moshe focused on the weight of Cheryl in his arms, unwilling to delve too deep into his thoughts. He feared… No! Aiden would be okay. He would definitely be okay! But if something happened to him…

The distance toward the resting lounge was short yet somehow every step Moshe took seemed to dismantle his self-control bit by bit. The composure he had cultivated for years, his mask of cordiality… everything threatened to crumble down with the thought of Aiden being hurt. He was tethering on the edge of madness. Just a little push… Just one last push and then he would explode and burn the whole world down with him. 

Was this how his father felt when he decided to send his mother away after an assassination attempt on her? Was this how his father felt when he said 'feelings are a burden' with a wistful look on his face? Was this why he said that people like them were destined to be alone until the day they died? 

If so then maybe… maybe Moshe could start to understand his father a bit. Because right at this moment, when he arrived at the locked rest lounge and picked up the unmistakably grunts and moans of two people lost in wild pleasure, Moshe found himself wondering if that day… if he didn't meet Aiden that day, didn't bring him away from the gladiator arena, would he have lived an ordinary and peaceful life? 

"Brother Moshe…?" Cheryl called out quietly when she sensed the tremble on Moshe's body.

Moshe snapped out of his reverie and placed her down. In time, Mr. Agenor's bodyguard had caught up with him and took out a spare key to open the door. Chills permeated Moshe's entire body as he sought Cheryl's eyes. She looked distraught and concerned. Oh those eyes that were identical to Aiden's… Moshe almost couldn't breathe for a moment. "Cheryl, stay here okay? I…" He paused to swallow. Breathe, Moshe. "I will go and get your brother, then we… we will go home."

Fortunately, Cheryl seemed to sense something off and quietly nodded. 

The door creaked open and in an instant, the repressed humidity and heat blasted out, carrying the heavy scent of a particular odor. People who noticed it immediately had their faces changed. Moshe straightened up to block the door with his body. He said to the guards, "Let me." His tone was frosty and brooked no room for arguments, hiding the fact that his palms were clammy with sweat .

Something was lodged on his throat and his chest was heavy as if an invisible hand was squeezing it tight. Moshe tried to inhale but when all he could smell was that disgusting stench, he promptly held his breath. His face paled a degree. A repulsive nausea churned in his stomach… especially when his brain decided to betray him by conjuring up one scenario after another.

The guard asked hesitantly, "Are you okay, Mr. Morelli?"

Moshe shook his head, unable to open his mouth anymore. He feared that as soon as he did, all of his dread, rage and madness would spill out of his lips, pour out of his eyes and ooze out of his skin, tainting the air around with untamed ferocity. He feared that he would lose control and kill everyone right there and then, as soon as he confirmed that Aiden had been harmed inside. Hence he merely shook his head, pulled up a smile like a conditioned reflex and slipped through the crack of the door, closing it behind him. 

His eyes instantly landed on the two men who were so enthralled in each other that they didn't notice him nor the crowd that had gathered outside. Zion's back was facing him, still clad in his suit only with his trousers lowered. He was thrusting into the man underneath him again and again, setting a brutal and maddening pace, tearing pained whimpers and gasps from the other.

Not Aiden's voice, was the first reflexive thought that sprung out in his mind, unbidden.

Moshe's eyes zeroed in on the pair of fair, slender legs that hung uselessly over Zion's elbow. Moshe had spent hours, days — weeks to map every contour of Aiden's body and engraved it into his mind. He knew as soon as he saw those legs… it couldn't be Aiden. 

Not Aiden. It wasn't Aiden. The knowledge pierced through the destructive fog in his mind and sobered him up. Bit by bit, Moshe's freezing body slowly regained warmth, from the tip of his fingertips to his arms, crawling up his torso before thawing his freezing heart. His legs abruptly lost their strength and he leaned against the door, breathing raggedly. He didn't even notice that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, even his hair was dampened. "Ha…" The first sign of chuckle slipped out before he could hold it back, and then like a bursting dam, Moshe threw his head back into guffaws.

He inhaled air into his lungs, uncaring of how it had been stained with the repulsive essence of the two. Moshe felt like it was the freshest bout of air he had had for ages. 

Hearing the laugh, the man beneath Zion flailed around in struggle. "No… please. Stop it!" He pleaded weakly and swatted Zion's arm to no avail. "Someone is here… please…"

"Moshe?" Finally, the person Moshe had almost burned the whole world for appeared from behind the wine cabinet. Aiden held a glass of wine in his hand, the color almost resembled Moshe's burgundy suit. He looked surprised — and most importantly, unharmed. He put the glass down and rounded the counter, frowning. "Oh, I'm sorry. It seems like I have lost track of time—" 

His words cut off abruptly as Moshe closed the distance between them in five large steps and took the man into his arms, nose buried into his shoulder as he inhaled Aiden's scent deeply. The man smelled like him, and then Moshe recalled how he had personally sprayed his own cologne on Aiden as if branding his property. Aiden indeed smelled kinda citrusy but beneath it, there was a hint of chill and faint breeze of sweetness that belonged only to him. Moshe grabbed onto him like a dying madman, wishing he could somehow merge them into one.

  "Thank God…" He murmured in a rasp, so quiet that it was almost unheard. "Thank God you're okay…"

Aiden must have been able to sense how hard his heart was beating and the trembles that wrecked across his body, not quite calming down yet due to the adrenaline. His arms came around Moshe, tentatively at first before returning the hug with the same intensity. "I'm sorry to make you worry," he nuzzled his nose into Moshe's hair and the motion was so soothing that the back of Moshe's eyes began to burn. 

The whole world faded away just like how it always did when he was with his pet. This time, Moshe wouldn't trade it for anything. 

One couple was fucking like animals in heat while the other was basking in peace and intimacy. Both were so caught up in each other that they failed to notice the pounding on the door. 

"Mr. Morelli, are you okay? Can you give us a signal?"

"Mr. Morelli?"

"We're going to count to three. Please get away from the door if you're close to it. One… two… three!" The door slammed open, bearing the salacious image of the two people to the whole world. 

There was a deathly silence as everyone took in what they were seeing. And then someone let out a sharp 'what the fuck' and the spell was abruptly broken. A great uproar ensued for the second time tonight, both caused by the same person.

Goodness gracious! This… This was…!

Mr. Agenor's eyes rounded in disbelief. He was so enraged that such a thing happened to his yearly prestigious event that he fainted, further adding to the commotion around. 

Even then, Zion still didn't relent on his thrusting. It was like he had lost his mind. 

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