Page 424 of Omega for the Pack

“Well, I’m not staying home today if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said. “Can you move, please? I need to get to the limo.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, not moving an inch.

My heart started to race.

“Oh really? Do you want to be fired?” I challenged. I couldn’t believe the nerve of him. It was killing me every second I was forced to stay here.

I needed to do my job.

“If you fire me, you won’t be able to hire any bodyguards,” he stated.

“That’s fine. I don’t need you guys,” I huffed adamantly. “Move. Now.”

“The stalker was in your house last night,” he reminded me. “What if we hadn’t come and scared him off?”

Fuck.I forgot about that already. Without them, I would’ve been toast. But I wasn’t going down without a fight. I started running towards the back door and around the kitchen. Ethan was standing at that door with a grim look.

“No!” I screamed, trying to push him aside so I could leave.

“I apologize, my dear,” he said as I pushed and shoved at his hard chest. His body felt like fucking granite, and I was starting to get tired.

“Please, this is important to me,” I begged. “I can’t call them and cancel. I can’t do this.”

“You can,” said Ethan.

I wanted to scream, cry, or break something. Panic and anger ballooned inside me, ready to explode. I ran around every entrance, and there was a guard in front of each one. Even Adrian was blocking the exit that led to my swimming pool.

“I’m sorry, Lacy,” he said, grabbing my arms when I tried to swing at him. His strong arms encircled me, and my eyes burned with tears.

“Adrian, please let me out.”

“Pack leader’s orders,” he said softly, purring into my neck. I pulled away, not wanting to be comforted.

“Fuck you all,” I shouted as I ran up the stairs. With tears blurring my vision, I ran down the hallway and burst into my nesting room. I slammed the door behind me, ripped off my heels, and threw them against the wall. My hands shook as I dropped my purse onto the central nest in the middle of the room. It was one giant pink cushion surrounded by little pink pillows.

I usually came in here when I wasn’t feeling good or depressed.

Breathing hard, I paced around the room, clutching my phone. I didn’t have a choice but to cancel. I had to call Ben or Ty. This was all too much for me to handle right now.

I let out a frustrated yell, throwing a pillow against the wall.

I dropped my phone and gripped another pillow, tearing the cloth apart. I was on a complete rampage as I ripped apart the pillows, feathers flying everywhere as they lay scattered. I yelled again as I ripped into the floor cushions next. All I saw was red. I didn’t care about anything.

The stalker ruined my life.

All the freedom I worked hard for- he ruined. I wanted to rip his head off his body. I wanted to go outside and confront this jerk. I pulled the window open and looked out. It was a long way down to the ground. I would die if I tried jumping out. The cool air hit my face as I stood at the window, gripping the frame of it with my bloodied hands. The bandage had come off, and blood was all over. I didn’t give a fuck anymore.

I was all perfect and ready to sing until they stopped me. And firing my bodyguards would make sure the stalker won.

“Fuck you,” I said out loud, gazing at the fountain in my backyard. Taking deep breaths, my anger dissipated, now replaced with sadness. It would be foolish not to listen to the bodyguards after their many years of experience.

I usually didn’t give a fuck about my own safety. But I had to now. While standing at the window, the cool air on my hot face gave me some clarity. My breaths started to slow as I calmed down.

I had to think rationally. I couldn’t be impulsive anymore.

Removing myself from the window, I walked back to my phone on the ground, which was lost amongst a bunch of pink pillows and feathers. I didn’t even want to look back at the disaster I created.

I dialed Ben’s number. He would be easier to talk to at a time like this.

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