Page 29 of Single Omega Dad
“You made my point.” But he’d laughed because he knew growing up I was the snarky one, that I loved to intimidate and joke around about power plays and all the Omegas we would one day be having our way with. I used to be the funny one, the life of the party.
What had happened? I’d gotten jaded. Tired, I guess.
Until Saber.
I’d never met an Omega like him before. I’d only met the ones at the farms, brothels or those few I’d seen around the bank who were already mate-bonded and therefore off limits, nothing to me anyway.
When I got home, I went straight to my home office and quickly finished up and printed out the paperwork I would need tomorrow for Saber. Putting it into its own folder, I neatly stacked it beside my computer.
I’d told Saber it had been no big deal, that this was part of the job. But I’d lied. This loan had taken me the better part of the day, which was why I’d called last minute to invite him to dinner. And tonight I’d just killed over two hours, complete with emails and late hour phone calls to those assisting me, to get it completed. I could tell they were pissed or put out, but they didn’t dare argue with me, and all delivered what I wanted within a short time.
It was no small task. I’d done this loan all right and proper, no cutting corners. I declined the commission as well, which meant Saber had gotten an even better deal than I’d promised him.
Now I checked my private messages. There were six from Trigg. I’d been ignoring him all day.
He’d sent a variety of texts.
Hey, Math. What the fuck is with you leaving me to fend for myself at Father’s dinner?
Hey, are you ignoring me?
Math, what’s going on with you?
If you want to know what happened after Father made you leave last night, well, nothing. Father refused to speak on any subject concerning you.
It’s been a full day. Are you ignoring my texts? I wish I could have followed you out, but no use having Father on both our asses at the same time, right? I want to know, though, what made you bring up Kris? You hate it when I bring up his name in conversation. So what’s up?
I’m up late tonight if you want to talk.
I pressed the call icon to Trigg on my computer. The screen gonged with his immediate response and his face appeared before me.
Trigg made a surprised face. “Bro, it’s you. You finally got my messages?”
“Obviously. You are persistent.”
“Are you okay? I mean you and Father usually get along. I don’t remember you ever being dismissed from the dinner table except maybe when we were kids.”
“I’m fine.”
“Have you talked to Father at all?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s not like you. Something’s going on in that beady swollen head of yours.”
I sighed. “Yeah? Something’s going on?”
“I know you too well, Math. What is it, something at the bank? Something else? You haven’t been quite right since your last Burn.”
“What? What do you know about it?” I shut my mouth hard. There I was giving myself away by being defensive. Trigg was not going to let up now.
“I’m just saying I notice, that’s all. Like you were when Kris left. For a long time you didn’t even speak tome.”
I glared at the screen.
He put his hands up in a mea culpa gesture. “I know everything changed for us back then. All of it. The dynamics of the household. College. Everything. It was a harder time for everyone, okay?”
What could I say to him? I wasn’t going to go backwards now and talk about all this. I remembered my fury. After twelve years, there was less fury. Maybe even regret. I gritted my teeth.
