Page 67 of Omega in Hiding

He chuckles and then there is a loud click as he slips cuffs onto my wrists. I glance up confused, and just in time to see him attaching the other side of the cuffs to the headboard.

“What are you doing?” I frown, yanking my wrists against the metal cuffs. “I’m not really into whips and chains, Paolo.”

He straightens and moves away from the bed. “I’m just making sure you don’t run away while I go have a nice stiff drink.”

“Wait. What?” I yelp. “You’re leaving?”

“Well, there’s nothing to drink in the room.”

I huff. “Paolo, you can’t leave me like this?”

“Oh, I think I can.” As he finishes speaking, there’s a knock on the hotel door. “Oh, that must be the food.”

I freeze in embarrassment as Paolo goes to answer the door. “What are you doing? Don’t… don’t open the door.”

He ignores me.

I can’t see well over my shoulder, but I hear another male voice. Then there’s the sound of a rattling food cart being rolled into the room. My face is hot as a poker as I realize the room service guy has a perfect view of my naked ass. I clench my teeth, waiting for the embarrassing moment to end, but my humiliation isn’t quick. Paolo makes a point of engaging the room service guy in a long, boring conversation about the weather. The guy doesn’t say much, but he laughs nervously a lot. When Paolo finally makes his way to the door again, the guy can’t seem to get out of the room fast enough.

The door closes and I growl, “What the hell was that about, Paolo?”

“What?” he asks innocently. “I’m sorry. Did you want to say goodbye to him? I didn’t think you were big on goodbyes.”

“Why would you do that?” I struggle against the cuffs. “Let me out of these. This is bullshit. Paolo, let me out of these now.”

He returns to me with a plate that has cubed cheese and sliced fruit. He places it against the headboard, directly beneath where my head is. “I figured this might be easier to eat without your hands.”

“You arrogant asshole. Unlock me this minute. Have you lost your mind? You can’t just cuff me to the fucking bed.”

“Seems to me I can. I mean, I just did.” He sounds smug and I kick out at him, unfortunately missing. He moves away from the bed. “Wow, so violent. Such an angry little omega.”

“Goddamn it, Paolo, I’m serious. You can’t do this to me. It’s hurting my arms.” I’m not lying. My arms already ache from the awkward position.

“It’ll be fine. You can slide he cuffs down lower on the headboard. Eat and then sleep. Don’t wait up, I’m going to be late. I’m in the mood to party tonight.” He laughs and then I hear the sound of the door closing.

“Paolo,” I shout. “You’d better get back here and uncuff me.” I wince as I realize I just yelled loud enough so that the whole hotel could hear. I groan and look down at the plate of cheese and fruit. Scowling, I see that Paolo has arranged the cheese and apple slices to form a smiley face. “I’m going tomurderhim when he gets back,” I growl in frustration.

I slowly work the cuffs down the metal bed rails until they rest almost level with the mattress. Then I lower my body and let out a groan of relief when the pressure is off my arms. I’m able to turn onto my side, and I stare across the room. The sun is shining through the lace curtains.

How long is Paolo going to leave me like this? He sounded like he was going to stay out all night, but it’s still daytime. Has he lost his mind? Is he really that afraid to be alone with me that he’d go to these lengths? I realize I hurt him by lying, but I had no choice. What he’s putting me through is completely unfair.

I close my eyes feeling angry and sexually frustrated. I lay there for a few minutes fuming, but then I can’t help laughing. I’m still pissed, but I have to admit, Paolo got me good. I didn’t suspect a damn thing. I was raring to go until he clicked the cuffs on me. My face warms as I remember just how into it Iwas. Intohim. I desperately wanted to feel him inside me again. I wanted his knot and his seed to fill me full.

Would he have treated me this way if I’d told him about the baby? Or would he be gentle and kind again? Maybe if he knew about the baby, he’d take me straight to Valentino so he could dispose of me and my baby?

In a perfect world, I’d carry this baby to term, and Paolo would be in our life.

We’d be a family.

But this world is far from perfect.

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The room is dark except for the lamp on the nightstand. I hear the sound of the shower running so Paolo must be back. I peer at the clock on the side table. It says it’s 7:23 p.m. So, Paolo didn’t exactly stay out all night partying then? I smile, happy he didn’t stay out all night with some other omega. But then it occurs to me that maybe he’s showering because he had sex with someone.

Fuck.

My heart sinks. I have no claim over Paolo. We’re not together. Still the idea he might want another omega other than me is gut-wrenching. If he left me here, naked and willing, and instead went to find some other omega to fuck, that hurts. That hurts like hell.

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