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“Always a pleasure seeing you, Lukas. I’m surprised to see you in the office.”
“Where else would I be when our favourite special client comes to pay a visit?” Lukas’ use of air quotes and the singsong voice pulls an unwilling smile to my lips.
He stalks to his desk and leans against it, but I can see he’s not right. He’s upset, not angry. I get up, following my instincts, and pressing myself against his chest.
He doesn’t wrap his arms around me, but I feel the tension bleed from him.
I turn my head and find Scarlet watching us with a look of intense yearning, and I feel bad for her.
“So that’s what it means to be an omega.” She murmurs.
Lukas lifts his arms and finally encloses me in the warmth I need to feel.
“Sorry,” I breathe into his chest.
“Me, too.” He says back.
I can still feel Scarlet watching, but I close my eyes, savouring this moment with Lukas.
There’s a knock on the door. It opens, and I see Trin standing there.
“Hi, Uh, Darion, can we speak?”
“Trin?” I ask loudly. I turn in Lukas’ arms.
Trin glances at me, and her face pales. “Darion, alone?”
He hesitates.
“Four guys went to a party and didn’t get home,” Trin says under her breath. I pretend not to hear it. “I can help you.”
I hate the jealousy that rears its ugly head. I hate that I’m not sure if it’s Darion I’m jealous of or her or both. The feeling makes me feel gross and sick.
“I’m going to go and speak with Ava and Tallie.” Scarlet says. “Darion, ten minutes. I don’t have much time.”
He nods. “I’ll be back in ten.”
No one asks me or acknowledges me in any way. My anger rises and turns the air tart.
Lukas lets me go and tries to slide away. Oh, no you don’t. I grab his shirt.
“I’m fine now.” He says, but he doesn’t look at me. “Let go.”
“No. I’m sick of this crap from you three. Well, not you, Seb, because you don’t do this. But you,” I poke Lukas hard in the chest, “I like you. I like you a lot. It wasn’t until earlier that I realised I love you.” The words squeak out of me, and I clench his shirt and shove him hard. It’s like shoving a wall.
Lukas grabs my wrists and pulls me to him. He glares down at me.
“That’s not funny.”
“Do I look like I’m laughing?” I shout.
“You can’t love me.”
“I fucking can so.”
“No, you can’t. No one does. I’m not loveable.”
I wrench my arms free and shove him again. “Yes, you are. You are perfect. You are so beautiful and perfect, and I’m terrified of losing you.”
