Chapter 165
(JERICHO)
I can’t believe that I just hit on the Manny.
Heat rushes to my face as I remember our little interaction. Of course, it’s humiliating twice as much because of how he turned me down. I’m not used to omegas turning me down, so this is a new experience for me.
I want to be offended enough to snub Wesley the next time we cross paths. I should probably put him in his place for rejecting my offer. Doesn’t he know what an honor it is to be hit on by someone of my status? The next time that I see him, I will make sure to make him feel small and insignificant in my presence.
I still remember his sweet scent. Hell, it is lingering in my nose. It kind of makes me feel some softness toward him. I feel like I’m almost drugged from being merely near him. I’ve heard rumors about omegas affecting some alphas that way but I have never once experienced it firsthand. Something about his rejection makes me want to go at him again.
Memories of him dancing around while singing the silly whales’ song to the baby makes me smile groggily. Wesley is charming in his own way. Part of me even suspects that he has no idea how attractive he is. But I wish it wasn’t just his looks that got to me. He was so fierce and protective over baby Reign. He wasn’t scared for himself when I first showed up at Miles’ place. He was only worried for the baby. It is such a turn on to see an omega that protective.
Something that I liked about him too was how his behavior toward me didn’t change much since he learnt of who I was. Many omegas tend to hang around me as soon as they learn of who I am. They try their best to woo their way into me and seduce me. Wesley didn’t do any of that. It was like he couldn’t wait to get rid of me once he was done with his shower. But he wasn’t shy as much as standoffish. He seemed somewhat uneasy in my presence. I wonder if he felt so because of who my family was, or if it was something else that put him on edge.
It’s already disappointing enough that he didn’t agree to come to my room. Even so, I will have to keep shooting my shot. Is there anything more convenient than having a sexy omega in the premises? I know for a fact that Sasha won’t want me going out once I’m here. Wesley might just be the only available omega I’ll come across through the whole of next month.
I’d be honored to sleep with him. He is a pretty gorgeous omega. I get hard just thinking about him. I know that he too felt something about me, but he is just being adamant to show it.
Or maybe he turned me down because he is seeing someone else? I don’t know.
I’d hate to think that that was the reason for his rejection. But then, it would be unusual for an omega who’ s seeing another alpha to take a position of a live in Manny. I doubt there would be any alphas who would fancy the idea of their omegas living away from them. Alphas are too possessive and territorial. There had to be some reason for him refusing to jump at the offer.
I decided that that’s about enough time thinking of Wesley today. Miles and Arlo will soon be back, and zi should take that chance to go grab some food. I slept I’m late and didn’t eat breakfast. I head into the kitchen to get something to eat.
When I get into the kitchen, I find the cook, Marzia, rolling the dough on a big wooden board. She is a middle-aged omega who has worked for Miles for as long as I can remember. She sets the rolling pin down when she sees me and advances on me to give me a big hug. “Jeri, my love, you’re awake finally.” She smells like cinnamon and flour as usual.
I pill back and smile at her warmly, taking in her gray curls and warm eyes. “I got here late last night. So, I decided to sleep in to make up for losing so much beauty sleep p>
“You’re beautiful enough.” She slaps my arm. “You better get up and do some work p>
“You sound like Sasha.” I grin.
She smiles, showing her slightly crooked teeth. “How about some lunch, are you hungry p>
“Of course, Marzia. I’m always hungry p>
“Yeah, I know. You always eat like a horse. But you never put on any weight. If you aren’t God’s favorites.” She sighs, “Not like me. I look at a doughnut and gain five pounds p>
“You look perfect to me.” I smile.
“Oh,” she wiggles a finger at my face. “I see you’re still a smooth-talking Romeo, but no omega wants a skinny Romeo. You got to fatten up p>
“Sure. I wouldn’t mind a little something p>
Marzia always insists that I’m skinny even though my weight is perfectly normal. But she is such a great cook that I’m not about to turn down her offer.
“Come on, sit.” She pushes me toward the long oak kitchen table. “I have something that will go well with the sourdough that I baked. Relax while I bring you food p>
“But you look busy. I can make my own sandwich, you know p>
“You think you need to help me?” she asks, looking offended. “You think I’m too old or what? This old body of mine still has lots of energy, you’ll be surprised. Just sit down before I force you on the chair myself p>
“Uh, yes ma’am.” I grin at the threat.
I sit obediently on the table as I watch her patter around the kitchen. Yes. I might have offered to make my own sandwich, but the truth is I prefer to wait on her to make it for me. I have been pampered my whole life. There have always been servants around the house to help with the menial chores. I don’t see the problem with being taken care of. After all, I’m an Adonis. Why would I bother to do things for myself when I have people who enjoy doing them for me?
Marzia sets the sandwich in front of me, along with a glass of juice. “Finish every crumb, little man p>
“This looks amazing, Marzia. Thank you.” I nod approvingly then begin to eat the sandwich. She sits across from me and sips her cup of tea. She begins to tell me stories about her grandchildren, rattling out all of their seventeen names with great ease. I can’t imagine keeping all those names straight, but she knows them on the tips of her fingers.
I’m almost envious of how content she is with her life. She works so hard and she seems as happy as a lark. She is so content and her happiness stems from her family. I adore my family too, but they don’t give me endless joy as Marzia’s. Sasha in particular.
Marzia wipes her hands on her apron. “Are you any closer to settling down?” she asks as she returns to rolling her dough on the island now. Is she guilty that she isn’t working now?
“Not yet.” I respond, avoiding her gaze.
“Sasha won’t be happy about that.” He and Tyler have already given your mother grandchildren. I’m certain that he will hound you too to claim an omega p>
“I…I have plenty of time for that.” The sandwich sticks in my throat and I wash it down with milk.
“Time goes very fast, Jericho. You will be middle aged before you know it. You better start thinking of claiming a suitable omega soon p>
I grunt and finish the remaining sandwich in one bite. The sudden change of the conversation has made me lose my appetite. Everyone suddenly seems so concerned with me claiming an omega. I’m only twenty-four. Everyone is acting like I’m forty or something. It’s annoying.
Soon as I am one eating, I get up and give Marzia a peck on the cheek. I wander into Miles’ study hoping to find a book to read. I have nothing to do now that Miles and Arlo aren’t back. As I scan through the bookshelf, I glance over and see Wesley outside. He is pushing baby Reign around in the stroller. I perk up immediately and move towards the window to watch them.
I sigh as I take in the sight. He is such a pretty omega. He is slender with an hourglass body and his hair is the color of wheat. He is shorter than me. I noticed that when we were back in his room. Then, I also noticed that his eyes are a light shade of green, almost like Arlo’s, with a dark green around the iris.
God, I would give anything to fuck Wesley.