Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 220 Old Acquaintance.

Meanwhile in his apartment, Charles McCall was preparing to head out to see his best friend, Daniel Lancaster.

He had planned on having a serious conversation with him, so he intended to meet him at the hotel where Daniel and his family were lodged.

The issue he was currently facing, however, was that the young man wasn’t picking up his calls.

Charles kept calling and calling, but eventually the line went completely switched off. Now he was worried. Why was Daniel suddenly unreachable?

Then he thought of calling Draven so he could ask what was going on, but when he left the apartment and dialed the line, it was still unreachable.

"What is going on with them? Why are their lines not reachable?" Charles asked himself.

He was completely ready for the visit, dressed in a plain outfit with his boot heels and a long coat because of the chilling weather, so he hurriedly made his way to the train stop to catch the closest one going to where he was heading.

That was if he could even identify the hotel.

He couldn’t remember ever going there himself, but Daniel had spoken so much about it that, with the description alone, Charles was sure he would be able to trace it.

He got to the train station and entered the train going to his destination. Charles was in a hurry, and his mind was completely occupied because he was scared shitless that his bestie might have encountered a serious problem. He needed to see with his own eyes that nothing was wrong, because he would never forgive himself if Daniel was truly in crisis and he failed to help.

Now seated in the train and thinking way too deeply about his life, his thoughts drifted to the two men who had randomly barged into it.

Charles had thought that after that day, maybe they would finally be done with him.

But he had been totally wrong, because the very next morning he woke up to ten fucking text messages.

At first, he thought they were from Daniel.

But they weren’t.

His bestie, who was married, couldn’t possibly be that flirtatious toward him, and the number itself had been saved as Honey Pie.

Charles had freaked out instantly, trying to piece things together and remember if by any chance he had saved Norman’s line or Thomas’s himself—but he hadn’t.

None of their numbers were saved on his device. He was sure of that.

Which left him with only one conclusion.

Those two freaking bastards had somehow hacked into his phone and gone ahead to save their numbers as Honey Pie.

Like what useless honey pie were they even talking about?

The sheer audacity of those guys was infuriating.

Oh, his temper.

He just needed to calm down.

Still thinking about the two men, his phone dinged again with the usual notification. He rushed to see if it was Daniel, because the guy could randomly text him at any moment, so he checked—

And to his utter disappointment and anger, it was still Honey Pie.

"I thought I deleted this message and call number long ago, why the fuck is this still here?" Charles wondered to himself, now staring at his phone suspiciously as if maybe some weird tracking app had been installed to watch him, because at this point those two lunatics looked capable of anything.

Okay, apparently there was nothing.

Then, grinning to himself, he typed back fiercely.

Fuck you two and your thoughts about me.

He sent the message, pleased with himself, thinking he had successfully ruined their day because surely they would be aggravated.

But nothing prepared him for the reply that came next.

The receiver responded almost immediately, like he had been waiting all along.

Fuck me? Oh Charles, you know I’d love for you to ride me with pleasure, baby...

Filled with shame, Charles quickly locked his phone and looked around to make sure no one had somehow secretly read his conversation with those mad men.

But as usual, no one around even cared enough to give two fucks.

Charles held his chest, completely perplexed by the way some people thought, because he himself was beyond speechless.

Not daring to go back to the text, he shoved the phone into the bag strapped across his chest and kept his gaze forward—

Only to catch a familiar face.

He blinked and looked harder, but the guy was gone.

"Hm... for a moment I thought it was him?" he muttered, shrugging it off before looking away.

A few minutes later, the train finally stopped at his destination, and Charles immediately got down, stepping onto the platform and making his way toward the hotel.

Thankfully, he still remembered enough details about it, so he clung to his memory and prayed it would serve him right in that moment.

In his rush, however, he didn’t notice someone coming from the opposite direction.

He collided with the person unexpectedly, tripping forward and nearly falling—

But in a slow-motion second, a hand quickly wrapped around his waist, another catching his wrist, holding onto the soft firmness of his side until Charles was safely secured in the stranger’s embrace.

Charles’s eyes widened as his mind froze right there.

The cologne.

The scent.

The person holding him smelled far too familiar.

The guy he had met before...

Was it really him?

Charles slowly looked up, and their eyes locked instantly.

His thoughts fought hard to remain in one piece, but his mind was in complete disarray.

This young man.

This same young man who had insulted him, ruined his day, and nearly sent him spiraling into a severe depressive state just because of his own insecurities.

Like why?

What had Charles ever done to him?

And why were they crossing paths again when Charles had been trying so hard to erase his existence from his life?

It hurt.

It truly hurt him that someone like Angelo could stoop so low and speak to him like a complete deranged man simply because he was struggling with himself.

That was all it had been—baseless, cruel, and utterly stupid.

The man in question immediately wore an apologetic expression and tried to use the opportunity to talk to him.

That day, he had wanted to explain himself, but Charles had disappeared too fast. Even his profile on Grindr had been deleted immediately—like it had vanished as if it had never existed.

Angelo had wanted to use every means possible to find him and apologize properly, because without anyone needing to tell him, he knew he had hurt Charles badly.

Far more badly than he should have.

All because of his own struggle for acceptance.

Angelo couldn’t accept the fact that he had kissed another man that day.

In that moment, he had felt disgusted, stained, dirty—

And instead of facing himself, he had dumped it all on Charles.

Charles had been a cool guy.

He wasn’t the one who forced Angelo to download a gay dating app.

He wasn’t the one who forced him to agree to a hookup.

That had all been Angelo’s decision.

Yet he still turned around and blamed Charles for it.

It was sickening, and he knew it.

That was why he was here now.

To apologize for his stupid, cowardly reaction.

"Please... hear me out. Don’t go now. I can’t live with myself or my conscience if I don’t do this."

Angelo’s eyes had turned red.

He looked like he had been crying for a long time, almost lifeless—worse than Charles could have ever imagined.

Charles sized him up, and his jaw dropped a little.

What happened to the gorgeous rich man he had met weeks ago?

The proud man with the arrogant gaze, the expensive aura, and the stunning appearance.

What happened to all of that?

"I don’t know if I should do that, because I’m on an important visit, and I should prioritize that over someone who threw me away like I wasn’t a living thing!" Charles hissed, turning to leave.

But Angelo suddenly dropped to his knees and grabbed Charles’s palm, pressing it to his chest.

"With everything in me, don’t go, Charles. I know that was my fault. I was a beast to you then, but just hear me out this once... please..."

At any second, Angelo looked like he might break down crying.

And there he was, kneeling in the middle of a public place.

People around them were beginning to stare now, with some shameless gossipers even slowing down to listen in and figure out what was happening.

Charles sighed.

One thing about him—he believed in second chances.

And this particular man already looked miserable enough. Charles didn’t want to be the one to push him deeper into whatever hell he was already drowning in.

"Why me and red flag men? Like why can’t they all just leave me alone?" Charles groaned before finally pulling Angelo back to his feet.

"Okay, but be snappy. And I know a restaurant around here. Let’s go there, talk, and I’ll get you something to eat, because for a minute I thought you were about to turn into ashes."

Charles said it before leading the way.

He glanced back and saw Angelo following obediently behind him.

And Charles grinned.

"Indeed... karma was a bad bitch."