Page 13 of Knot Our Reality

After dinner, I’m going to need to take some time to get my head screwed on straight. I’m obviously not thinking clearly since meeting my suitors. I’m going to need a new game plan to make sure I don’t allow myself to get swept up in their kindness.

Because that’s all this is.

They feel sorry for me and the situation I’m in. That’s the only reason they’re here, and it’s all I want from them.

I ignore the tiny voice in my head that calls me a liar.

Chapter Four

Emilia

Iroll over, patting the bed before sitting up abruptly when I don’t find either of my boys.

My eyes flash over the room as my heart pounds in my chest. It takes me a moment to remember where I am and that my boys aren’t with me.

I run a hand over my face before glancing at the clock. I grimace when I realize breakfast is in just fifteen minutes, and right after that, we’re heading out for my first date with my suitors.

I hadn’t meant to sleep so late, but it’s been a long time since I’ve only had myself to worry about—no kids or job to stress over and make me lose sleep.

Immediately, guilt hits me.

My boys aren’t a burden to me, and I hate to think of them as such. Every single lost minute of sleep is worth it to have them in my life.

Work, on the other hand? That’s not always the case.

Pushing back the covers, I climb out of bed and hurry into the bathroom. I take care of business quickly, thankful I took a shower before bed last night.

I’m a little surprised to find an outfit and jewelry sitting on my dresser. I don’t know when Evangeline snuck into my room to pick it out, but I have no doubts it was her. I’m also grateful not to have to worry about picking out clothes for myself.

The outfit consists of a pair of black leggings, a simple emerald-green dress, and a long, slouchy gray cardigan. I pull it on, wondering what shoes to wear when I spot the gray ankle boots beside the dresser.

She really thought of everything, didn’t she?

I shake my head but pull on the boots and jewelry before glancing in the mirror. I run my hands through my blonde hair, amazed at how well the outfit works. I wonder if I can hire Evangeline as my stylist.

Probably not since she’s a designer, but she’s definitely got a better eye for clothes than I do.

That’s not saying much since I live in business suits or T-shirts and jeans.

I know I’m just putting off the inevitable by standing here, but I’m finding it hard to force myself from my room. The omega suite might not be as comfortable as my room in my home, but it’s pretty damn close.

After dinner last night, I’d practically run away from Bradley, Lee, Malik, and Sasha. I knew I should spend more time with them, but I was feeling overwhelmed.

So overwhelmed that I ended up in my nest for two hours before I climbed into the shower.

Did I come up with a new game plan while hiding in my nest?

Nope.

I’m someone who thrives on plans, and I hate when they go sideways. With that being said, I’m usually really good about coming up with a new plan, but meeting the four of them—or seeing them again in Lee’s case—has me unable to come up with another plan.

Meeting the day one suitors was nothing like how I thought it would be. I reacted to them in ways I never could’ve predicted, and I still don’t know how I feel about it.

What I really need to do is talk with Finn, but I don’t have time for that before breakfast. And I know better than to skip breakfast. No one wants to deal with a hangry omega—especially not this one. As much as I’d like to say I’ve grown out of it as I’ve gotten older, it would be a lie.

What can I say? I like food.

Not being able to put it off any longer, I head for the door and step out of my suite. I hesitate for a moment, listening for anyone coming down the stairs, but it’s quiet.

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