Page 89 of Glitterati Omega

“Fuck.” Rupert was on his feet, ignoring Alina and Elise. “Tell him to leave. Now. He can talk to my lawyers. Not me.”

Charli nodded. “That’s what I thought.” She smiled. “I’ll tell him where to go, pet, don’t you worry.”

With that, she withdrew from the room again. Rupert sighed heavily and slumped back into his seat. He raked his hand through his hair. He was vaguely aware of Alina and Elise exchanging glances.

“Is that … bad?” Elise asked finally.

“Yes!” Rupert cried. “Yes, it’s very bad—Vanderwitte and Schnoe are the pricks representing Thomas in the divorce.”

Alina frowned. “Why would they be at your house?”

Rupert shook his head. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. He didn’t like it, that was for sure. First the car and the Thomas lookalike, now his legal team showing up at the house …

He chewed on a nail.

“Stop that,” Elise scolded. “You’ll wreck your polish.”

Alina glanced at her fiancée, then back at Rupert. “Let’s talk about something else,” she suggested, steepling her hands.

“What else is there to talk about?”

“How are you?” she asked. “How’s the baby?”

“Well enough, I suppose,” he murmured.

“That sounds promising,” Elise grumbled. Alina tipped her head, as though waiting for him to elaborate.

He glanced away. “Well,” he sighed. “I’m a little stressed, what with all this going on and trying to get the estate in order and—”

“But everything’s good?” the other omega pressed. “Everything’s checked out on your tests and—”

“Bloody hell,” Rupert spat, sitting up as straight as he could.

“What?”

“Tests,” he sighed. “I forgot all about them.”

“Roo …” Alina’s voice was reproachful.

“I need to call Morgan’s office,” he said. “I … I’ll talk to you later.” He gave them a sorrowful look, then ended the call.

He had to leave a message at Morgan’s office, so he tried Dr. Arendse as well. About an hour later, a referral to a Dr. Vilkensen in Johannesburg came through. Rupert added the appointment to his calendar, grumbling. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to make that appointment before he left. Now he had to go see some doctor he’d never dealt with before. Splendid. Exactly what he needed with all of this other … bullshit.

Charli brought supper in shortly after that. She set the tray down on his desk, then stood back with her hands folded, watching him. He tried to ignore her, but he should have known better after all these years.

“What?”

She waited a beat or two, then said, “Moose told me what happened this afternoon.”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “It was probably … all coincidence. Just a fellow who looked like Thomas, and then his lawyers …”

Charli took that as an invitation to perch on the edge of his desk, her hands still folded in her lap. “It could be,” she said.

He held her gaze for a moment, searching her eyes. Then he looked away. “I should probably call Dr. Ngoni and schedule a session, shouldn’t I?”

“Might be wise.” Her brows knitted together. “Have you been taking your meds? Can you take them—”

“Yes. We adjusted them all before going ahead with theivf. Dr. Ngoni was concerned that my depression and anxiety might get worse once I …”