Page 18 of Omega's Secret Baby
Chapter 6 - Jordan
Istared at my cell phone and sighed.
No matter how much I willed it to ring, it remained silent. No matter how often I tried to call or text Theo, hoping that he’d unblocked me, I was unable to reach him.
It was like a fresh dagger pierced my heart every day without hearing his voice.
Part of me wanted to curse Wes for getting married, and fate for leading him to Cody. If they’d never mated, then I’d have never known that a man named Theo White existed. I wouldn’t have fallen for him in only a matter of days, and I wouldn’t have assumed that I could spend a lifetime with him after the best sex of my life.
I wouldn’t know this pain of rejection from a man whom my alpha side still insisted was my mate.
I ran my hand through my hair, stood, and started pacing behind my desk.
As if losing Theo wasn’t enough, it happened at the worst time for me. We’d finally transitioned Abramsoft to an almost entirely remote operation, leaving only a rented shared-working space with a large conference room for those who wanted to use it.
It meant that I was working alone from my office at home, with only my tiny staff around to serve as human interaction.
Wes was in Harris Cove, gushing over Cody every time we had a video call. My teams were scattered across the country, doing far more productive work as they adjusted to their new norm. And me… I was pining for an omega who’d made his feelings clear.
“Moping in here isn’t doing you a bit of good,” stated my house manager and personal assistant, Owen, a no-nonsense sort of man who’d earned his job with the declaration that he wasn’t about to take any shit from anybody, myself included.
I sighed and dropped back into my chair. “It’s not as if moping somewhere else would be any more productive.”
“May I?” he asked, motioning to a guest chair.
I nodded.
Owen took a seat and studied me for several seconds. “It’s an omega, isn’t it?”
“Gee, what gave it away?” I deadpanned.
He frowned. “Maybe it was the way that you were so excited before your friend’s wedding, but you came back… empty. I see you staring at your phone for hours a day, as if the right call could change your life.”
He paused. “I’ve only worked for you for a few months, but you’re not the same man who hired me. You left something behind in Harris Cove, and the only thing I can imagine would impact you like this is a lover.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face. “I can’t really do anything about it.”
“Have you tried though?”
“What do you mean?”
He sighed. “I manage your schedule, remember? Before the wedding you were busy. Meetings for lunch and dinner, theater tickets to impress people. But all of that stopped. I don’t know how much of that you did before, but it’s as if you wanted to wall yourself off. You’ve only done the bare minimum for weeks.
“At first I just assumed that you were taking a bit of well-deserved downtime. But you’ve continued to decline social invitations, and only seem willing to meet for business purposes at lunch. Jocelyn has informed me that you’re not eating as much either. Prepared meals sit in the refrigerator, ready to be heated, but she’s had to toss several and sees no other signs of alternate meals.”
“Is everybody just watching me?” I grumbled.
“You hired us for certain tasks, which we are doing. Preparing and keeping track of your meals is her job, and tending to your schedule is one of mine. It’s impolite to hire us to do the work, then chastise us for performing our duties.”
I sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
He nodded, then leaned back in the chair. “The question now becomes, what do you plan to do about this bout of apathy?”
“Explain.”
“Pining over an omega will get you nowhere, and the pain seems to be deepening rather than lifting. I can schedule social outings for you, but part of me thinks you wouldn’t attend. Do you want me to find you a therapist, or would you be willing to talk about it with one of your friends?”
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I think the only one of my friends who would understand is Wes, and I can’t talk to him about it.”
