(SASHA)
I feel a rush of excitement stir through me when I hang up. I could've sworn Tyler was going to reject my proposal. I knew he was going to turn me down, hell I could've bet money on it. What I don't understand however is why I'm reacting like this towards him. The thought of seeing him again excites me.
It stirs a feeling inside of me. It makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long time.
Miles who is standing a few yards away from me looks surprised. "He said yes?"
"He did," I say, hating how breathless I sound.
His brows knit together as if he doesn't believe me. "I didn't think he'd agree to your offer."
"Neither did I, Miles," I murmur.
"He's unpredictable." He says. "I hope that won't be a bad thing."
"I hope so too."
He regards me for a few suspended seconds. "Are you glad he accepted the offer?"
"He had to either way," I say, avoiding the question. "Father is growing weaker each day."
"Yes, but are you happy he accepted the offer?"
I gaze at him. He surely can't expect me to admit out loud that I finally got Tyler to accept me and I'm thrilled about it. "What does it matter what I feel now? Isn't this what we wanted?"
"I suppose it doesn't." he laughs gruffly. "I better go get him before he has a change of mind."
"Sure. That's a good idea" I wouldn't be surprised if he changes his mind anyway. Not that I'd let him get away if he did. After the hell I sent his way, I expect nothing. That wasn't the best of ways to get him to accept my offer, but since he wasn't going with my request, I had to take the higher road.
As Miles leaves the house, I go to the wet bar at the end of the room. I could use a drink right now. I head for the crystal decanter and pour myself a generous whiskey serving then I swirl my glass, holding it up in the air.
"That little slob agreed," I mumble to myself. It has been long since I've been interested in an omega. When my body overwhelms me, I use them to burst a nut. Omegas like Dylan.
Yet I don't remember the last time an omega actually made me feel anything. But Tyler challenges me. He is not a pushover, and of course, he is scared of me. He is scared of what I might do to him if he doesn't fulfil my wishes, but even then, he pushes back. I'm not sure why it doesn't work me up like it usually would.
The way we exchange sometimes arouses me. I like how he fights me. It piques my inner wolf and when that happens, I'm left with no choice but to chase him. That sorry not sorry tone he used on me when I hung up and he called back made my blood rush. I want to conquer him, own him. I want to put him in his place.
I certainly noticed too that Miles was uneasy with how easily I let Tyler get under my skin. He is used to me crushing anyone who doesn't easily bend to my will. He's known me long enough to know I don't roll like that. I suspect Miles disapproves of how much leeway I've given Tyler. He would never tell me though.
He is loyal and often does my bidding without caring much whether or not it's right. I wouldn't blame him, however, because I know he sees things from an angle of protecting me, and that sure poses Tyler as a threat to me. If Tyler manages to control me somehow, he could be a threat to the Triple Triads.
He could hurt me.
For the first time in forever, I'm in unfamiliar territory. I've never had to have an omega around me before. If I'm being honest, I don't even know what our marriage will look like.
I'm attracted to Tyler. There's no need to pretend I'm not. I know that he's physically aware of me too. Much as he hates me, it isn't much of a threat because I'd dealt with omegas who didn't like me severally. It isn't much of a deal breaker if he won't be into getting physical with me. I know however that having sex with Tyler will cause much more problems than it's worth.
And I catch myself obsessing over sex with Tyler, again. Why am I obsessing over having sex with Tyler?
That wasn't the reason I went looking for him in the first place. My sole reason for going after Tyler was to find an omega fit to play the part of my husband, just so I could secure my position as head of the Triple Triad Syndicates. It has absolutely nothing to do with wooing him.
For now, I'm relieved I've accomplished the first part of what my father wants me to do. What remains now is to plan a little wedding to make everything seem real and finally official. It has to be fast. The sooner, the better.
It doesn't take long for Miles to return with Tyler. Perhaps it's just because I'm unusually nervous. When he steps into the living room with Tyler behind him, my pulse quickens as our eyes meet. But even then, I make sure to school my face, because the last thing I would do is to show them both that Tyler makes me feel some type of way.
I don't shift in my seat. I prefer him coming to me, which is exactly what he does. I love how he walks gracefully towards me. He's so beautiful. Yet, he looks wary. Scanning him closely, I notice the burst lip and bruises on his cheeks, and it makes anger rise through me. I gave clear instructions to those meathead cops to not touch his face or stomach, but did they listen?
He's a few steps away from me. I gesture him over. "Sit."
(SASHA)
A muscle works in his jaw and I can tell some part of him wants to play defiant, but he obeys. He sinks into the closet chair and crosses his arms over his chest looking exhausted. I can see the lines beneath his brown siren eyes. He is nervous, but that doesn't stop him from meeting my gaze. I see the familiar resentment in his eyes, and that surly look of his gives me butterflies.
"Do you have any concerns about the wedding?" I ask, not sure why I did because this is a sham wedding. We are not about to start doing coupley things like picking out flowers or the flavour of the wedding cake together. This is a business deal. Even then, I wait for his answer, curious to know what he will say.
"I don't have a guest list if that's what you want to know." He says, regarding me without averting his gaze.
"No? Don't you want to invite anyone?"
"No," he snickers. "And even if I was, I wouldn't introduce them to you."
"So, no family?"
"No." he gazes at me harshly before looking away.
I mean to ask him no family, not even his baby's father. But on second thought, I choose not to. I'm curious to know what the deal is with him though. Since Tyler expressed an interest in terminating the pregnancy and is not openly telling me about it, I suspect it has something ill to do with the alpha.
I'm fine with him terminating it. The fact that he's pregnant had played its role and made Tyler more vulnerable, easy to manipulate even. Now that he is here and I've finally got what I wanted, I don't care what he chooses to do with the pregnancy.
I clear my throat and talk softly. "The wedding is set to happen this week."
"What?" he glares at me sharply. "Why so fast?"
"Time is crucial, remember."
"Alright." He says looking bored.
"Remember no one has to know this is a sham marriage. The only people who know the truth about it are my younger brother Chase, my mother, my father and Miles. It can't get out that this is an arrangement. Everyone else needs to believe that it is true. You're going to have to school your face and not glare at me like that in public.
"With how the wedding is rushed, don't you think people will be suspicious?" He asks, ignoring what I just told him.
"My father is dying, and it's no secret. We are going to let them know we've been seeing each other in secret to get married, but with the situation now we had to rush the wedding. They'll think I'm sentimental and I want him to watch me walk down the aisle before he dies."
"Aren't you sentimental?"
I shoot him a look that doesn't need an explanation.
"I've never been here before. Don't you think that will raise suspicion? They've never seen me around here."
"I'm a very private person, Tyler. Miles is the only person who knows about my love life besides my family, and that's only because I trust him. No one else knows a thing about it."
"Alright." He swallows. "Rumour has it that you got a stepbrother?"
I suck in my lips. "Yes, Angelo. He can't know about us either. He's not a nice person. Avoid him."
He narrows his eyes at me. I know that I'm the last person won should be rating people based on their niceness, but if I'm going to keep him safe, he has to stay away from Angelo.
"But, isn't he your family?"
"No. He isn't." I hiss. "He only ended up in the Adonis Family because my father pitied him when he was a child and adopted him. He isn't to be trusted. He wants to take my position as head of the syndicate. You stay away from him. Do you hear me?"
"Y…Yes." He says, looking confused. He hesitates for a bit then asks again. "Won't people question why you chose me of all the omegas to be your husband?"
I regard him closely. "Of course they will," I say, running my gaze over him. "You're young and beautiful. They'll assume I picked you for your breeding abilities. Adonis' people don't marry for love. We marry so we can someday have heirs to inherit our fortune."
"But we didn't agree on that."
"No, we didn't, and won't." I bite my lip. "For now."
"For now?" his voice rises, his eyes going wide like saucers. "Sasha, I'm never going to agree to that."
"Easy there―"
"I would never have a child with you, Sasha. I'm not even remotely tempted. That will tie me to you forever. I only agreed to this because it's temporary." He blurts out.
The mention of that sends an irk prickling me. Ungrateful slob. "Do you have any idea how many omegas would want that given the chance?"
"I don't care, Sasha. Knock them up all you want, but I'm not carrying your child," he says, touching his stomach. "I already have enough problems as it is."
"You still want to get rid of it?"
"Yes." He answers immediately. "The earlier the better."
"Whatever. Just do it after the wedding. I can't risk you getting sick or dying before then."
He rolls his eyes. "You're all heart."
Miles clears his throat, catching our attention. I was so engrossed in arguing with Tyler that I even forgot Miles was in the room. "Do you want me to show him his room?"
"Uhm…yeah, sure. That'd be great."
Tyler gets to his feet and rubs his hands together. "We have separate rooms, right?"
He looks so worked up by that that my annoyance returns. Doesn't he know what an honour it would be to share my bed? He clearly doesn't. "Alright, you can have your own room, for now."
"For now?" he scowls
"Yes. We wouldn't have separate rooms once we are married. I can't have housekeeping staff gossiping about us and let everyone know this is fake."
"You never said we'd have to share a room!"
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