Leyton was appalled. She had shivered! Sharon, his girlfriend of seven months, had rejected his pheromone-filled mucus, just like every other girl he had mated with in his true form. When would he find a woman who could mate with him properly? He knew it wasn't impossible, as his brother and sister had done so successfully. Leyton just needed to find the right woman, but he was so picky. He cursed his rotten luck at having to ward off another perfectly good woman.
He began fixing eggs for her. He grabbed a vial of a purple oozy liquid from a high cabinet in the kitchen and mixed it in with the eggs til it disappeared. Once she ingested it, she would forget that he was an alien, and get angry at him for no reason, prompting her to break up with him. It was a swell way to get rid of the improper mate fast. Otherwise, anymore prolonged contact and she would die. once she had left, he would make arrangements with his personal assistant for selling this condo and finding a new one.
Maybe he would try Conneticut next, instead of New York, Massachussettes, or New Jersey. It was still close enough to the headquarters of his grandfather's pharmaceutical and biotech company. After his family had crashed on earth two centuries ago, they had found other aliens in similar situations, and, working closely with the secret side of the federal government, had made a living for themselves, marketing off human versions of their advanced alien technology. They still had enough information to keep the company fruitful for a millennium or two. Humanity was a very slow improving society.
It hadn't taken Leyton's family to learn the language, adapt to the atmosphere, and adjust the physical appearance of their bodies. Then they quickly created several tasteless, odorless drugs to help make others forget or repute their alien ways if any ever found out unwarranted.
Soon, the eggs were done and Leyton set the plate out on the counter and set a fork next to it. Then he took a deep breath and put on a facade. Leyton walked back towards the bedroom and found that Sharon was just getting out of the shower. Thankfully she had washed off his mucus so it wasn't affecting her anymore.
He walked over and kissed her, like nothing was wrong, "Eggs are ready."
She smiled up at him, "okay, let me get dressed real quick."
Leyton sat down on the bed, noting in his mind to wash the sheets after she left. He grinned outwardly as she let her towel drop in front of him, but inside, he was sad because this was the last time she would do that for him. One thing was for sure: he would never find another girl as sexually confident as Sharon was.
After she was dressed, she followed her nose to the kitchen and scarfed down the now cold eggs. That was a good thing about the drug he mixed in with them. It made anything seem appealing and edible. When Sharon was finished, he gave her a glass of water, to aide in the absorption of the drug by her body. Within seconds, it took effect.
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Sharon was gathering her things up while Leyton looked on from the kitchen, pretending to be disgruntled. In reality, he was detached. Human psychology would label him a psychopath, incapable of real emotion, only able to outwardly mimic it. That was really only partially true. Leyton could feel things, he just chose not to. That was one of the great things about his species. They could detach themselves from unwanted emotions like anger and grief and confusion, and hold on to those they wanted like happiness, lust, desire.
