Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn't much of a difference.
"Come here," He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back.
Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender.
"I don't like to repeat myself, Omega." His voice darkened.
Caspian's heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn't want to get anywhere near the Alpha.
He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another…
Asher watched the Omega visibly drag herself over to him with the utmost reluctance. If Jael could see this, he would never let him live it down.
He had to admit, this was the first time he had put in so much effort to get an Omega close to him. They were usually hanging off his arms as soon as they saw an opening.
She stopped just out of reach, trembling like a leaf, big blue eyes glassy.
He cursed under his breath, pushing a hand through his hair, tousling it. Her hands and legs were grimy, and she was barefoot, rips in her dress.
He must seem like a monster to her. It would explain why she had tried to escape without sparing a thought for her own safety.
"There's a bathroom behind that door," He pointed off to the left, "Clean up."
Caspian watched Mafia King Asher turn around and walk out of the room without another word, locking him in the room.
He slowly sat on the ground, reeling from what had happened in the past few minutes. He had been expecting to be backhanded at the very least, and shot outright at the worst, but none of that had happened.
Even though he had been boldly disobedient, and he had tried to run off after he was bought for twenty-five million dollars.
If Caspian were in the Mafia King's place, he would have smacked himself.
But he was so scared, it was hard to think logically through the fear. Everyone expected him to be a woman, trying to escape was one thing but how was he going to explain that?
He forced himself to his feet after a short while, terrified that Alpha Asher would return to find him still there.
With nothing else to do, he walked to the bathroom, wincing at the grimy footsteps he left on the otherwise pristine carpet.
Caspian quickly darted into the bathroom and locked himself in, although he knew deep down that if Mafia King Asher wanted to get to him, the flimsy bathroom door was barely a barrier.
He had been expecting a lavish bathroom but it still managed to exceed his expectations. It was worthy of a spa in an expensive resort, and he couldn't help but stare in disbelief at the pool in the massive bathroom despite his current predicament.
There was still a big bathtub despite the pool but he paid no mind to either of them, reluctantly taking off the dress he had on, and carefully folding it.
He placed it beside the sink, staring at himself in the backlit mirror. There was grime on his cheeks, it was no surprise that he had been asked to clean up, he was filthy.
The shower was bigger on the inside than he had thought, the glass walls frosted.
He gingerly turned on the shower, flinching when he was promptly blasted by several nozzles at once.
He wiped the water off his face with his hands, wondering how he had managed to miss all four of them.
After fiddling with the way too many dials for a bit, he finally got what he wanted. A warm spray of water from the single shower overhead.
He wasn't sure which of the several bottles of product neatly arranged on a glass shelf to use, randomly reaching out for one.
The scent of vanilla filled the shower, and he was too relieved to be clean to wonder why an Alpha would have such a delicate scent of body wash in his shower.
He washed his hair as well, drying his body and hair with a towel he found on a shelf, and putting on a bathrobe he found as well.
He couldn't put on the filthy dress again but he was wary about stepping out of the bathroom with a flimsy silk bathrobe the only thing protecting his secret from a dangerous Alpha.
Caspian poked his head out of the bathroom, relieved to find the room still empty. He scurried out, wondering if he would find clothes to pad on.
If he had found feminine toiletries, was it that much of a stretch to expect to find a woman's clothes in the Mafia King's wardrobe?
A quick survey of the shelves in the bedroom revealed that there wasn't a single outfit in them, just important-looking documents.
He immediately backed away from them, looking around a tad frantically. Were there no closets? Where did he keep his clothes?
His gaze trailed to the discarded coat on the ground. It had to be a large space if he had more weighty clothes like that.
As he looked around, he noticed another door, and frantic to hide his dangerous secret, he went to it.
It was unlocked and it led to a walk-in closet. Caspian had to stop at the entrance to hate on how wealthy Asher was a little, right before he stepped in.
He wasn't sure what he was looking for but he would know when he found it. Because he didn't trust Mafia King Asher not to immediately rip his bathrobe off the moment he returned.
He had to be prepared.
Caspian walked down several shelves filled with brand-name clothes, stopping in front of a dresser that was made in a design more delicate than the other furniture in the room.
He hastily held the slender handles and swung the doors open, his excitement dying out at the sight of a vast array of lingerie, each one more raunchy than the last.