Salvar didn't know the situation would turn out to be this. But if he thought carefully, this situation would make his work easier.
And before Federic could reply, Salvar continued, "George can you unbutton my shirt? I am fucking sweating."
As George hesitated to open them, Salvar caught his free wrist and kept it against his chest. Federic had enough of Salvar's act. He walked over and pulled George away from Salvar.
Damon would have enjoyed the show if he hadn't been covered in bile. He had been standing there for a long time and had an existential crisis as the three of them decided to ignore him through and through.
"Will you guys help me? I am smelling like a rotten egg here."
"Please go away, you are stinking," Federic replied.
"I have a set of clean clothes in the car, go and wear it." George replied.
"I am not going to the parking lot looking like this!" Damon said, stomping his foot on the ground.
"What the fuck do you want me to do?" George replied, getting irritated at being the center of attention among the three annoying omegas.
"Come here, I will lend you mine." Salvar replied as he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and signalled Damon with the other.
Damon, without any hesitation, opened his T shirt carefully before he walked over towards Salvar.
Salvar stood up from his seat to pass the shirt, but he groaned before inclining towards the glass table before them.
But as Salvar expected, George pushed Federic away and grabbed Salvar through his bare chest.
Salvar advanced his act and held George's neck as he audibly whispered, "Ah fuck, my head is pounding."
Damon looked at them and shook his head. He didn't know Salvar would take "submissive omega" advice this seriously.
He took the shirt from Salvar's hand and walked off towards the lavatory to clean himself.
And on the other hand, Salvar tightly hugged George and rested his head on George's chest as he whispered,
"Water, please, I need water."
George looked at Federic, and it was enough to understand what it meant.
Federic looked at them and clenched his fists underneath his arms. He wanted to punch Salvar until his guts spilled out, take him near the balcony and push him from the height. He wanted to do anything but give him a glass of water, but his damn boyfriend stood in the way.
Finally, he walked away and went to fetch water.
As Federic went away, Salvar pulled away from George and held his hands, "Do you hate me for kissing you, George?"
"I don't hate you, but I don't see you as a lover and since I already have a partner, it was really inappropriate for you to act that way."
"I know, I am sorry. As long as you don't hate me, I will repent my action."
"It's ok," George replied monotonously as he slipped his hands away and shifted towards Federic's backpack to retrieve the iPad.
"I heard Federic is here to propose a contract?"
"Yes, actually, I talked to him about this. Since Damon and I don't want you to suffer all alone in Thornvale, we thought it would be good if we could help you get some work."
Salvar was silent for a moment before he said, "I would rather be jobless than work under your boyfriend, George. I am not that pathetic."
"I tried very hard to propose this job, but Federic was against hiring you. I begged him. And now you are declining it?"
"I already told you that I am going to Thornvale..."
"You whined for days that you don't like Thornvale, now when me and Damon finally found a solution, you are just telling me that you want to go to Thornvale?"
"If you care so much, why don't you leave Federic and date me?" Salvar asked, his eyes brimming with tears.
But little did he know that in the next moment, he would be drenched in icy water.
Federic came from behind and poured the bottle of water over Salvar's head.
"I don't want you in my company, you can fuck off. And fucking stay away from my boyfriend!" Federic grabbed Salvar's hair and pulled him out of the seat.
Salvar didn't wait for Federic to attack. He held Federic's hand and twisted it.
George jumped into the scene to separate them, but he was kicked away by Salvar.
"Don't interfere, you will date whoever of us stays alive, today." Salvar, without his shirt, bare-skinned and with shoulder-length hair, looked like a real gangster punching Federic until his nose bled.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?"
Damon was back from cleaning himself, and the scene he witnessed was intense. People surrounded Salvar and Federic.
He walked over to George, who looked distressed as he sat on the floor.
"Stop them," George asked.
Damon pointed at himself. Me? ME?
If he got in between, he would definitely be beaten by both of them. So he ignored George's plea and stood aside.
Salvar, on the other hand, pinned Federic's hands and whispered in his ear, "Do you know how pathetic it is to rely on your boyfriend to get me drunk and sign an illegal contract just to earn some credit from your illegitimate father? Tsk Tsk Tsk."
Federic's hands went limp as he stared at Salvar in disbelief.
"Damon is the gossip king of the business circle. What if he gets a hint of your identity and spreads rumors about your father's infidelity? It would be amazing. I wonder if George would still want you as a boyfriend then."
Salvar slumped on the ground beside Federic and struggled to stand. Damon came to help him, and George went to Federic, whose nose was bleeding badly.
George grabbed him and helped him stand, asking if he was alright, but Federic's eyes were fixed and unblinking.
His head could not hear any voice, and he could not see anything except Salvar.
Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him.
His inner voice grew sharper and wilder every moment until he acted subconsciously.
He grabbed the wine bottle, kept on the table, and screamed, "Motherfucker DIE!"
He swung the wine bottle toward Salvar, and the next moment, shards of glass pierced skin, and leftover wine fell over a face.
The wine on the face acted like an awakening from a blackout because when Federic looked carefully, on the ground lay Damon, blood flowing uncontrollably from his head.