Page 36 of Bullied Forced Omega
“Can you trust me for once and close your eyes,” he growls playfully.
I sigh and roll my eyes, then squeeze them shut. He takes my keys, bag, and phone from me, and I hear him putting them back in the jeep. Then, he places his hands over my eyes, walking behind me as he leads me toward the brand new building behind my house that came out of nowhere.
“It’s not finished on the outside yet, ok. We’re going to add cladding to make it look like it’s part of the cottage. It will blend in more,” he explains as I almost trip over my own feet.
“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” he reassures me.
The truth is, it’s not being blinded that has me stumbling; it’s being this close to me. I’m still going into heat, and it’s only a matter of time before he starts to smell it on me. I’ve managed to avoid him for the most part, but right now it’s impossible.
At least the first few days of heat are more about me being in pain than me giving off any certain scents. Of course, as it progresses, the pain is going to change into a need that will become even more painful if I don’t give in to it… But that’s not a problem I need to be thinking about right now.
“Ok, stand right here,” he says, positioning me. “You can open your eyes.”
His hands drop from my face, and I open my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the sun's intrusion of light.
My jaw drops open. The small garage, shed, or extra space behind my house is a workshop. A workshop that looks almost identical to the one at the tech lab.
“You made me…my own…” I stammer, confused.
“I thought it might be nice if you had a private space close to home where you could design and create whenever you wanted. Now you also don’t have to travel to work every day. You can work from here,” he gestures around the room.
I’m so stunned I can’t speak.
“Do you… Like it?” he asks, nervously. “I tried to set it up in the same way as yours is at work. Most of the same equipment is here, and if I got something wrong, you can just let me know and I’ll…”
“You made this? You built this?” I stammer.
“I had some help, of course, but yes,” he cocks his head to the side.
“For me?” I stammer again.
“Yes, Mira, for you,” he laughs.
“Thank you,” I whisper, barely a breath, hardly audible.
“It’s my pleasure,” he grins.
No matter how hard I try to clear my head, the shock is not wearing off. After walking around the workshop with Jace showing me all the details, he leads me inside for dinner, and I still can’t believe he did this for me.
And why?
Was it so he could keep an eye on me?
Was it because he didn’t really want me to go to the office?
I don’t understand.
Over the next few days, I sort of avoid it. Despite being curious about it, I have an odd reluctance to use the space until I understand why he made it for me.
But one morning, I woke up so tired that I didn’t even feel like getting dressed, let alone driving to the lab. So I finally go into my own private little workshop.
From that moment on, everything changes. This place is freaking incredible. No one distracts me. I have everything I need. I can do whatever I want in my own time. It’s too perfect. Everything he put together here for me is absolutely perfect.
I shift from avoiding it to viewing it as my second home. My own little secret place that feels safe and inspirational.
Each day that passes also brings more pain.
My body and my wolf are both screaming at me that I don’t have to be suffering like this. All I have to do is tell Jace, and he’ll give me exactly what I need.
