Page 28 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

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Marcus

I rolled over, looking at Ryan sleeping. He was stretched out, arms and legs splayed wide in my king bed. I couldn't believe it. Ryan was smaller than I was, and yet he was taking up about eighty percent of the bed. He was probably spread out just because he was actually in a big bed instead of that tiny twin bed. I still couldn't believe he had a single sized bed. I got rid of my twin bed the second I moved out of the dorms.

I kissed his cheek, and then went in the bathroom. I was wide awake and raring to go, but I didn't want to leave to go workout, as was my usual habit. I didn't want to leave Ryan, but this was the only time I had to go work out. It was hard as hell thinking about going down to work out while he was sleeping in my bed.

I got ready,, scribbled out a note, and put it on my pillow. Hopefully he wouldn't wake up in the next hour, but if he did, he should find the note. I took the elevator down to the basement gym. I would've liked to have had a gym in my penthouse, except all the pounding from the gym would have driven anybody living below completely nuts. I ran for thirty minutes and then did leg weights. I waved to the other regulars and ignored their winks and looks.

For how nervous I felt at suddenly being in a real relationship, I thought I was doing pretty good. I wiped my face off, drank the rest of my water now that my workout was over, and rode back up on the elevator. I hoped Ryan was awake and feeling frisky, because working out always made me horny.

I got off the elevator, but didn't hear anything. I walked to my bedroom and found Ryan still sleeping on the bed in the exact same position. I wasn't going to wake him up. He needed his sleep, being pregnant and all. I walked into the bathroom, stripping off my clothes. I had been looking forward to playing around with Ryan this morning.

I turned on my shower and relaxed under the multiple shower heads shooting hot spray from several directions. I washed my hair and lathered soap all over me. I wished Ryan was with me. I thought back to how he had looked in the shower the last time. I loved tracing the water drops running down his neck with my tongue. I loved teasing his nipples, and rubbing his balls, and sucking his cock while staring in his eyes. It wasn't until I leaned against the wall that I realized I had been stroking my own cock while thinking of Ryan.

He was so handsome, intelligent, and caring. I couldn't believe he was finally mine. Well, I hoped to make it official as soon as I could get Ryan calmed down and accepting of the idea. His beautiful ass, his long legs, his big eyes - all of it would be mine. Fuck. I thought of bending him over my desk in the office at work, with his hands tied behind his back, his legs splayed wide, me fucking him with my tie shoved in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" I came so hard I saw stars.

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I rodethe elevator up to the firm's floor worried. Ryan hadn't wanted to spend the day with me, and he didn't spend last night with me either. He had finally woken up around noon yesterday. We ate and then he wanted to go back to his apartment to spend time with Lance and put his new clothes away. I was disappointed and I didn't even want to admit this to myself, but I was hurt that he didn't want to move in with me. I understood where he was coming from, but I still didn't like it.

I walked into my section, noticing my secretary, Luke, and Amy- but no Ryan yet. Well, I was twenty minutes early which was actually late for me. I got to work on my cases, slipping into the mental zone, until my secretary buzzed me.

"Yes?"

"Mrs. Foreman is here to see you."

"Thank you. Please send her to my office." I stood up and opened my door. I glanced at my paralegal section and noticed right away that Ryan wasn't there. He must be getting coffee or using the bathroom. Mrs. Foreman walked up to me, pouting.

"Where is that delicious paralegal? I wanted to see if he was still styling his hair the way I taught him?"

"He's probably doing a quick errand. You can see him when you come back out." I was not looking forward to a meeting with Mrs. Foreman. I hoped she could keep her hands off of me.

The meeting wasn't too long. She just gave me a quick update on financial information for their joint accounts. I reassured her that everything was going well on our end and opened the door to walk her to the elevators. Ryan still wasn't at his desk, or even in the section. I was getting concerned. I honestly didn't know enough about pregnancy to know when he might need to start using the bathroom frequently. That was pretty much the only thing I really knew about pregnancies- other than that the hormones made pregnant omegas crazy.

I got back from walking Mrs. Foreman to the elevators and Ryan still wasn't back yet. "Do you know where Ryan is?" I suppose I could've texted him, but hopefully the paralegals would tell me if he was running to the bathroom a lot this morning. Or puking.

"Well,-" Amy started to answer, but Luke interrupted her.

"He said his parents had unexpectedly dropped by. He went downstairs to get them but that was-" Luke looked down at his clock, "quite a while ago."

I had a bad feeling about this. He had mentioned that he was concerned about his parents finding out about his pregnancy. But, surely they wouldn't have done anything crazy…

Luke wasn't done talking yet. "I feel bad saying this but, he actually looked scared."

Shit. I was right to be worried.

"Thanks for letting me know." I quickly walked back in my office, picking up the phone.

"Hey, heard your parents showed up. Are you okay? Do you need me to get you? Let me know how you're doing." I expected an answer pretty quickly, but after fifteen minutes I hadn't heard anything back from him.

I picked up the desk phone and called my secretary. "Did Ryan say when he would be back? Have you seen them?"

"No. He left to go downstairs in a hurry. Honestly, he didn't look well. I haven't seen him since he left."

I hung up the phone, chewing the inside of my cheek. I didn't have Lance's phone number. I didn't even know where Lance worked. However, I knew someone who could find out anything. I called the private investigator we used for case work and asked him to find out Ryan's roommate's cell phone number and where he worked. The guy was good and hopefully would give me the information within an hour. I tried to calm myself down.

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