Page 51 of Single Omega Dad
“The man from the bank?”
He nodded.
“I don’t know, sweetie.”
It was all I could say. Because I didn’t know and with every hour that passed I grew less and less sure.
Chapter Seventeen
Mathias
I kept glancing at my phone seeing texts from everyone in my life but one. Saber. Not that I expected a text.
My office was quiet. Most of my work, when I did work, was on the computer. I didn’t have to deal with people except during board meetings, which I showed up to as a representative for Father.
Trigg kept texting me.
I want to talk to you. Can we meet for lunch?
I put off answering him until I got three more. Who I really wanted to meet for lunch was Saber. But he had the kids and I had left without waking him and it seemed so abrupt. If I asked to see him again so soon, would he find me intrusive?
Father texted me about a few business items, which I took care of in minutes. He never mentioned the dinner he’d excused me from. He did not say a word about my outburst about Kris, nor did he threaten to oust me from job, money or his life.
It was as if that dinner had never happened. That was how Father handled things that made him uncomfortable. In the past, that was how I handled things as well. Anything I didn’t like in my life I got rid of without further thought. I had what I wanted. I lived how I wanted. I indulged in nice fashion, food, vacations and that was my life. A little wild, a lot shallow and walking about like I was god of the bank, impressing people with my Vandergale name.
I had no complaints. Most people would kill for a life like mine. I never questioned any of it. And I’d justified my past bad behavior with Kris as proper for an Alpha because Father approved.
But one meeting with one little Omega who’d lost his mate and I was now questioning everything. I was very uncomfortable. Uncomfortable got swept under the rug. Before this, uncomfortable got put out of the mind.
Easier said than done.
How could I forget the glimmer of his blue eyes, the softness of his pale hair, the way he had arched when I sucked him, and the sweet, sweet taste? How could I not replay in my mind over and over the way he opened for me, the way his internal muscles milked my cock like no other Omega I’d ever been with? Or the way his arms held me afterward, and how he kissed so soft and deep, as if to burrow into me, the freshness of his warm mouth, his tongue curling against mine, his breath coming into me as if it were my own?
My body tingled and swelled and heated at every instant I thought of him.
I was glad of the privacy of my luxurious office, because I was hard more than I wasn’t just sitting there at my computer. My face felt constantly warm.
I glanced again and again at my phone as it buzzed me messages all morning. Nothing important. Nothing from Saber.
I finally replied to Trigg.
You’re a hard-ass that never lets up. I’ll meet you at noon.
Then I texted him our favorite restaurant with extremely high-priced meals. His reply came in seconds.
See you there.
*
Trigg wore jeans and a nice jacket, no tie. But as he walked up the steps to the entrance, he pulled a tie out of his pocket. This establishment required them.
He wrapped his about his neck and expertly tied it in seconds. Father had taught us about ties when we were all very young. Had us practice the knots over and over until we were experts.
Trigg worked in design and architecture for one of Father’s firms, and taught art several times a week at night school. He greeted me with a pleasant smile, his short, dark hair gelled so it stayed combed forward on the sides which were longer than the top.
Of all of us, he looked the most like Father, and the least. He had Father’s chin and nose and eyes, but he was soft at the edges, relaxed and smooth in every way that Father was hard and controlled and tense.
“Math, finally! Have you been avoiding me or what?”
