It was past midnight inside the chalet.
Henry was fast asleep, but Alex was wide awake all of the sudden, feeling thirsty.
Because Henry's a heavy sleeper, it didn't take long for Alex to pull himself out of Henry's tight hug. He then left the room after the kiss on the forehead.
Craving for some hot water, with the help of his phone, Alex made his way into the kitchen.
As he enters the premises, he saw a woman standing in front of the opened fridge.
"Veronica, what are you doing?" He called out.
"Wah!" Veronica was shocked, turning around and saw Alex standing, confused. "Oh... it's you... I thought it was my husband..."
"I believe your husband and mine share the same fate: food-influenced coma," he replied. "Why are you standing there with the fridge opened? It's cold, you know?"
"I'm having a crave, but I don't really know what am I craving for," she replied as she looked back at the contents of the fridge. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm thirsty. I was supposed to get some water," Alex replied. "What exactly are you craving?"
"That's the thing," Veronica replied, her eyes still on the fridge. "I suddenly have this craving for eating something normal. I'm looking at this fridge right now and none of them are clicking into my head."
"I see..." Alex nodded. "Not even a caviar served with creme fraiche, regular Lays, and chopped chives?"
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The Billionaire Life
General FictionIn the world where male Alpha and male Omega exist, there is always drama between those two types of male species. There are always possessive, overbearing Alphas; defiant, dissident Omegas; abusive, cruel Alphas; and even domineering, obstructive O...