Alexa
I lean back in my enormous office chair and stare up at the city beneath the setting sun. The glass cutting the room to pieces, sections of the sky framed by concrete and steel. For once in my life, my mind is pacing away from business. I am, instead, reliving the moments early this morning. The sweet sounds of pleasure from Raphael, my tiny Omega, as I had him.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I turn to see my father standing in the doorway, his gaze both suspicious and worried. "Dad, come in." I wave him in. He enters the room, and I stand up and close the door behind him. I kiss his cheek as I lead him to the leather, caramel-covered couch. "Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice tight, as if he knows it's not true.
"I'm fine, Dad." I sit beside him and run a hand through my hair. "Is something up?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. I notice how his expression seems to darken, a shadow crossing his face. His thick brows knit together, and a deep frown gnaws at the softness in his expression. I know that look. He is worried about something.
"Alexa" He starts. "It's not easy to bring this up, but your mother wants you to marry Tristan Bolton! Since he's an Alpha like you, you two will get along well." "Tristan Bolton! No, no, no. I have to refuse." I drum my fingertips, slowly, along my armrest, letting out a sharp breath. There isn't a chance or anything on God's green earth that I will marry him.
"But why? You're single, and it's time to get married." He runs his fingers down his black tie my heart sinks like a rock. "I am not marrying him, Dad." I speak calmly, my words filling the room with finality. "Besides, I have someone I rather marry..." I smile slowly at him but his reaction to what I say seems intensified. I feel the abrupt change in his body tensing apart from me. "What?"
I put my hands in my lap, the weight of my confession pressing down on me. "Dad, I owe you a huge explanation before you insist." I look down at the floor, my shoulders slumping, my honesty about myself shamelessly declared to him. "I'm in love." His eyebrows rise to his hairline, his gaping mouth hanging in the air between us.
I told him. "He's my Omega." Dad's head snapped up, he stood up from the couch and started walking frantically, pacing back and forth. I can't tell if he's more scared, upset, or curious. "Dad, Rafael and I have been together for a while. I have his scent and I love him very much!"
He stares up at me in disbelief, his world spinning as I finish telling him. "When did this happen?" He asks, oddly calm after a moment of silence and staking. I can practically see the news sorting through his thearch in his head. I can see Dad alternating wildly between panic and calm, but the specificity in his body language reveals that emotional state. Dad swallows and rubs his hands together.
"We've been together for six months and we've been hiding our relationship ever since!" A thousand hits my brain all at once and I do not defend myself. I need to know if my father is happy with the relationship, or if I will have to fight him. Dad is the master of those oaths and vows and tears and who knows what else. "You're really in love with Om..."
"Yes, I'm in love with Omega Dad!" I groaned proudly. I stared down with a determined look. God, he still couldn't accept it. His hands clenched and he clutched his stomach, a strong tug at the depths of his ancient heart as a sigh escaped his lips. His silent jaw clenched into a diamond shape. "Dad, he's not crazy, nor is he a bad boy. He's amazing, and I'm seriously in love with him."
He still didn't seem to believe me. "Are you in love with Omega?" he repeated. From the horrified, strange tone of his question, it was as if he was actually mocking me. I didn't care what he said, I couldn't love anyone else because they were different. I couldn't imagine anything between Tristan Bolton and me, let alone anything as strong as the love I feel for Raphael.
"If you love him, I won't stop you, daughter, but your mother won't accept an Omega into our family!" I stare up at him, speechless, feeling like he has just kicked me down a long, long flight of stairs and called me. I bet my mother will not play a much bigger part in all of this. The room stand absolutely quiet as Dad walks over to the bookshelf behind the desk.
He picks up an ornate globe and turns it slowly in his hands, his dark eyes fixed on the swirling blue and brown. it seems to set on a certain way of thought. He spins it again before placing it back on the shelf. "You can stay with him, but keep your relationship a secret for now!" His grip is relaxed, but that's Dad for you, good at hiding his emotions. I blink in surprise but nod slowly. "We'll keep it a secret."
"Okay, I'll let you do your job." He glances down at his watch, those forty minutes have passed more quickly than he thought possible. "I have to be off to that executive conference now." He walks by me, giving me a small salute to his eye. He pauses before leaving, looking back at me one last time.
I wait until the elevator doors close behind him, shutting him off from me. I sink down lightly in my chair and bring my legs up. My knees stay still just as I hook my arms around them. Dad's acceptance has fallen hard but I am relieved to note that he wants me to stay with Raphael. No matter where we go, the shifting sands will shape our decision in our favor.
The loud vibration of my phone suddenly makes my pants squirm wildly. The screen shows Rafael's smiling picture and his phone number. My heart feels like it's being swallowed up as I bend my elbows and relax into the chair. "Hello?" I mutter, overflowing with emotion. I drop my elbows into my lap and curl up.
"I wanted to hear your voice, Alexa. I miss you and I still think about our morning together." his voice is soft, sensual, filling the air with warmth and I melt. fuck. I blink, partnering my eyes with the kindling of heat.
My voice's almost a whisper, I am into this, and daring. I never want to stop talking to him. "I'm at work right now, but I was thinking about you too." I lay my head against my chair and take a deep inhale of my senses. I tense my muscles as I feel my horrible body heat up like it's got a fever. I'll take my time here.
"I was worried about you." I continue, my voice dropping down to a husk between breaths. "This morning. You... you felt good." A heartbeat of tension pounds between us as the line stays still for just a moment once more. I bite my lip as I wait for his reply.
"I'm glad to hear you do." he says in the same sultry tone. "I've kept that bite mark on my shoulder for this long and it still tingles every time I move." I tenses my muscles at the sound. I have him right where I want him. My knees unintentionally tighten in demand, the pleasure leaping in my chest. "Don't stop dwelling on that time" I giggle, a husky growl resonating.
His voice grows even darker. "Do you want me to come over tonight?" The line goes still for a moment. I settle back farther into my chair and think about his tenderness, the pleading in his voice. I think about how I want him to visit and make delicious, naughty noises. I remember the look on his face as he orgasms and how his muscles quiver just for me.
"Come to my penthouse, Rafael" I whisper, the words laced with desire. "My sister's not there anymore, so you can. This way we won't be hiding and you'll be with me now."
"Are you sure?" he asks. I can hear the excitement and lust in his voice. "Of course. I want you in my bed, but more importantly, I want you in my arms." In my head, I'm already imagining him in my private void, where the sounds echo off the walls and there's nothing but his skin, exposed and large where it might normally be hidden. I add, "Let's away. You can bring some clothes for a few days... Baby."
He moans softly in my ear when he's called "darling." I can almost hear him blush. "Okay then. I'll be here tonight." There's a smile in his voice, and I can't help but smile. "Hurry up!" I say breathlessly as I get to my feet and head back to my gorgeous skyscraper. "I really have to go." I look out the window, at the view of New York City. "I'll call you again tonight. I love you, bye!"