Page 6 of Omega's Runaway Love
“What omega?” I asked, patting around the empty bed.
“Don’t start with me.”
“Huh?”
Papa growled. “One hour.” Then he hung up.
I opened my eyes enough to stare at my phone for a few seconds. What was papa all riled up about?
Regardless, it seemed that he was angry about something, and it would only make him and father angrier if I made them wait.
I dragged a hand down my face, noting the stubble on my cheeks.
I sighed, called a car service to pick me up, then jumped in the shower.
Better go see what they wanted.
Chapter 3 - Zaya
Travel guides were spread across my bed, purchased the day before in a day-long shopping excursion to used bookstores to find the oldest ones possible.
I was looking for a hidden—or maybe a forgotten—gem.
What was the point of being a travel influencer if I was headed to the same spots as everybody else? No, I needed to give my followers something new and unique.
And since most of my followers were based in the US and probably not billionaires, I thought it would be a good idea to give them options closer to home—places in the US and Canada that could be considered day-trips.
It would give them the ability to feel like they were living my life for a few days, and happy followers were ones more likely to encourage their friends to follow me too.
I grabbed a book about Route 66 and thumbed through it, looking for photos of little towns that might have been bypassed since the interstates took over. I marked several on a map, and decided that it would make an excellent adventure. The temperatures would be a bit cool, but there would be enough time after posting for my followers to make summer plans based on my trip if they wanted.
After that I could head up the coast, and be in Harris Cove just about when Jessalynn said she’d be there.
It was the perfect plan, except for one detail.
I uncurled from my childhood bed and headed downstairs, looking for our house manager, Gerald. I found him a few minutes later, doing inventory in the wine cellar.
“Can I help you Isaiah?” he asked, marking a note on his tablet.
“Do you know how long dad and papa wanted me to stay? I’m making plans for a road trip, but need to know what dates to book a car for.”
He looked up from his tablet and at me. “Your parents have indicated that I am not to allow you to leave the city for the time being. That’s all I know.”
I scowled. “They do realize that I don’t live here anymore, right?”
“There’s plenty of time for me to call the staff at your condo and have them remove the dust covers from your furniture once your business with your parents is concluded… if you’re planning to head home that is.”
I winced at the jab. Gerald was a good man, but could be brutally honest. I think that was why my parents liked him.
“Do you know when this… business…I have with them issupposed to take place then?”
“They have not provided me with that information.”
I groaned and stomped out of the wine cellar. “Thanks a lot.”
“Anytime,” he replied.
“Smartass,” I grumbled.
