By Zephyria 
“Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm.”
Sitting on the sofa, Chrissy watched with a complicated expression as a man hummed an unknown tune, wandering here and there around the bar. Having offered to serve tea, the man headed to the bar and began preparing it with great skill. He looked so natural that Chrissy almost wondered if he lived here.
Could he be family…?
The thought crossed his mind for a moment, but no pheromone scent emanated from him. Furthermore, his golden hair—which leaned toward brown—and his bluish eyes confirmed that the man’s trait was different from Nathaniel’s.
Everyone in the Miller family should be a Dominant Alpha.
If that were the case, it meant the man was not blood-related to Nathaniel. But then, why was he allowed to roam around the house so freely?
“Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
After placing a freshly brewed cup of hot coffee in front of Chrissy, the man set down a herbal tea for himself and sat opposite him. His soft eyes and smiling face looked so kind that they could inadvertently make someone let their guard down. Thinking once more that this was absolutely not the kind of person one would expect to encounter in Nathaniel Miller’s home, Chrissy brought the cup to his lips and stole a glance at the man while pretending to drink. Dressed in a worn-out shirt and equally old jeans, his appearance was completely out of place here at a glance. The only thing that elevated his status a notch were his clean, well-groomed nails, but that was it. What on earth was a man like this doing here?
“I heard the bathroom sink was acting up.”
“Pardon?”
Startled by the sudden remark, Chrissy asked back, and the man continued with a smile.
“I came to take a look because they said the water wasn’t draining well. But I made a mistake and ended up getting drenched in cold water. So, while I was cleaning up and washing… I washed my clothes too…”
“Ah…”
Only then did Chrissy nod in understanding. He now understood the sequence of events. The problem was: who exactly was this man?
If he were a member of the Miller family, there was no way he would be repairing a sink.
Moreover, Nathaniel Miller was an arrogant man who claimed that even the most successful models today weren’t on his level. It was unimaginable that he would have a special relationship with a man who went around fixing sinks.
But if the people at the company knew this man…
His thoughts stalled again. How wonderful it would be if he could just ask plainly. However, because he had already claimed to know, he had missed his chance. Though it was a mistake made in the heat of the moment, the blow was too great. In that case, the way to make up for it was…
“Um, excuse me, but what should I call you? I didn’t happen to hear your name.”
This should be safe, right? While inwardly nervous and gauging the reaction, the man fortunately answered readily with a smile.
“I’m Connor Niles. Please call me Koi.”
He seemed to think that Chrissy was troubled because he had forgotten his name. He immediately added,
“What should I call you? I’m sure I heard it, but I can’t remember. I’m sorry.”
Confirming that his guess had been correct, Chrissy replied with a professional smile.
“I’m Chrissy Jin. Chrissy, Chris—you can call me whatever is comfortable for you.”
“Chrissy, okay.”
Nodding, he asked brightly,
“Would you like some snacks? Or maybe some cake?”
“No, I’m fine. This is enough.”
While politely declining, Chrissy’s mind raced. He was definitely not Nathaniel’s blood relative. Then what was their relationship?
Am I overthinking this?
A thought suddenly occurred to him. To test the idea that had just popped into his head, he deliberately paused before speaking naturally.
“Does this happen often? I mean, having someone come to do repairs because there’s a problem with the facilities.”
“Ah, yes. Not often, but…”
Koi said with a smile,
“I also thought it was strange at first that even a nice house like this has problems. But most of them can be fixed quickly. I usually take care of the simple things like this.”
I knew it.
Inwardly, he marveled at the sheer audacity of someone using the shower and washing machine after coming for a repair, but the world was full of all sorts of people. There were criminals who broke in to steal and then stayed to eat and sleep.
A fastidious man like Nathaniel Miller would probably try to kill him if he found out…
But if even the people at the company knew him, perhaps this was tacitly permitted. Then again, it might be better to wash off the filth and clean the house before leaving, rather than walking out to the entrance while dirty…
But was that Nathaniel Miller really such a soft-hearted person?
Chrissy scanned the man sitting opposite him once more. His skin was clear, and his eyes were bright. The moderately high bridge of his nose had a clean line that paired well with his cherry-colored lips curved into a subtle smile. Perhaps because he had a job involving physical labor, his shoulders looked quite sturdy, and his limbs were long and stretched, yet his fingers were delicate and slender.
Isn’t he more my type than Nathaniel Miller?
It suddenly occurred to him. If this man had come to fix his sink, he would have seduced him and slept with him by any means necessary. If he didn’t have a special relationship with Nathaniel, then it wouldn’t matter what he did.
Having thought that far, Chrissy quickly cooled his head. Remember the purpose of why I came here. Getting information from Nathaniel Miller is the top priority.
But wouldn’t it be okay to at least get his contact information?
He thought it was a great idea. Whether now or later, there would surely be a moment of leisure, and it would be enough to start a relationship with this man then. It wasn’t easy to meet someone he liked this much.
With that thought, Chrissy emptied the rest of his coffee in one go and slid the empty cup forward.
“Koi, could I ask for one more cup? It seems Mr. Miller is running late.”
“Ah, yes. I’ll get it for you.”
Holding the empty cup and walking toward the bar, Koi smiled at Chrissy.
“I’m telling you, every machine in this house is under my control.”
Chrissy smiled back and replied,
“That’s very reassuring.”
Once again, Koi hummed a tune as he pressed the button on the coffee machine. Chrissy slid up and stood behind him, looking at him across the bar table. His straight back and long legs were very pleasing to the eye. Where on earth did he get those worn-out, baggy jeans? He looked like he would be much more wonderful without them.
I want to strip those trashy jeans off and rub my cock against…
“Here you go.”
He snapped back to reality at the sudden voice. Before he knew it, Koi had come around the bar table and was handing him the cup. Startled, Chrissy blinked his wide eyes and then belatedly gave an awkward smile as he reached out.
“Ah, ah yes. Thank you… Ow, hot!”
The timing was off, and the cup tilted. He reflexively recoiled, but the black liquid arched through the air and poured all over his shirt.
“Chrissy!”
As Chrissy let out a scream, Koi shouted, looking pale. Thinking that this was punishment for having such delusions, he hurriedly tried to pull the wet shirt away from his body, but Koi continued to pour out urgent words.
“Oh, what to do, what to do! You’ll get burned, take it off quickly, quickly!”
“Wait, Koi, wait a second.”
“You have to take it off quickly! Hurry, you have to cool it down!”
“Wait, I said wait a second!”
“Hurry!”
While he was flustered, Koi began frantically pulling at his clothes. He pushed Koi’s shoulder away to stop him, but the shirt was tugged, and the buttons simply ripped off and flew away. A short scuffle broke out between Koi, who was trying to strip Chrissy’s clothes, and Chrissy, who was trying to push him away. And then, when Chrissy lost his balance and fell backward.
“Ah!”
“Whoa!”
Both let out a scream in surprise. Chrissy, who had landed clumsily on the sofa, and Koi, who had fallen on top of him, lay there for a moment, unable to grasp the situation.
What on earth…
It was just as Chrissy swallowed a groan with a furrowed brow. A sudden, chilly voice flew over them.
“What do you think you’re doing right now?”
He snapped awake instantly. The moment Chrissy turned his head in panic, his eyes locked immediately with a pair of purple eyes staring down at them.
Nathaniel Miller was looking down at them with a coldly frozen face.