Capítulo 13: Thoughts
I stand by the expansive window of my office, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the city below. My mood is palpable, radiating off me like an electric charge. The atmosphere in the office is tense, my employees tiptoeing around me as if I might explode at any moment.
It's been 23 excruciating days since I last held that captivating omega in my arms. The memory of his scent, his touch, still lingers in my mind, driving me to distraction. But duty called, and I had to board a plane back to headquarters due to a company emergency.
Incompetent fools, the lot of them. One of our top executives was caught red-handed in a web of fraud, embezzlement, and a plethora of other unsavory crimes. The Vale Enterprise, despite its stature and success, is not immune to the treachery of wolves disguised as colleagues. It seems everyone is just waiting for an opportunity to take a bite out of us, to weaken our standing in the industry.
The pressure is suffocating. Every decision I make feels like walking on a tightrope, with the snarling pack of enemies below eagerly waiting for me to slip up. To make matters worse, even my own relatives, hungry for power and control, would not hesitate to join the fray if they sensed any vulnerability in me.
I run a hand through my hair, feeling the stress and weight of responsibility bearing down on me. The thought of gray hairs sprouting from this ordeal doesn't seem far-fetched at this point. But I can't afford to show weakness, not now. The fate of the company, and perhaps my own sanity, hangs in the balance.
I make my way towards the small bedroom attached to my office. It has become my refuge in these tumultuous times, where I've spent countless nights sleeping amidst piles of paperwork and breathing in the suffocating scent of work.
As I undress, shedding the weight of the day along with my clothes, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It's a habit I've developed recently, checking for signs of aging. Can't be too careful, especially now that I'm essentially involved with a 22-year-old omega. I scrutinize my reflection, searching for any hint of gray hairs that might have sprouted amidst the chaos of my life.
Satisfied that my hair color remains unchanged, I step into the steaming shower. The hot water cascades over me, washing away the grime and stress of the day. As I lather up with soap, my mind drifts to the mirror again. Are those wrinkles forming around my eyes? I furrow my brow, examining the faint lines that seem to have appeared overnight.
At 28, I never thought I'd be worried about wrinkles. But then again, I never anticipated getting entangled with an omega like Ivan. He's like a whirlwind, sweeping into my life and turning everything upside down. I make a mental note to schedule a dermatologist appointment soon. Gotta keep up appearances, especially when you're dating someone who looks like he stepped out of a magazine cover.
After my shower, I return to my office, clad only in my underwear. It's my domain, and at 3 AM, I figure I can indulge in a bit of comfort. I settle into my chair, the cool leather against my skin a welcome contrast to the heat of the shower.
Before I dive into the mountain of work awaiting me, I reach for my iPad. There, I find a collection of images depicting what my beautiful omega has been up to today. I swipe through the pictures, each one bringing a mix of emotions to the surface.
In one image, he's standing next to some punk-ass boy. I had him investigated, of course. He's nothing, insignificant . If Ivan had shown even a hint of interest in this boy, I'm not sure I would have been able to contain my jealousy and having never been jealous before I don't know what I would have down to the cockroach.Thankfully, Ivan's disinterest is evident in the photo.
I chuckle to myself, the sound echoing in the quiet office. I had him in my arms for just a few minutes, but he fit against me so perfectly. I can almost taste the sweetness of his lips in my mind, imagining the way they might feel against mine. Would he be compliant, allowing me to take control of the kiss, surrendering to me completely? Or would he be a fiery spitfire, fighting me for dominance? The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
Setting the iPad aside, I force myself to focus on the task at hand. I need to get this mess sorted out, clear my schedule so that I can finally see Ivan in person. The thought alone is enough to fuel my determination as I dive into the work, my mind occasionally drifting back to the tantalizing image of my omega.
*
As I drive to the grocery store, the radio fills the car with the voice of the announcer, discussing the latest scandal involving Peter Adams, the CFO of Vale Oil Co.
"Peter Adams was taken into custody by the FBI this morning… suspected embezzlement, fraud… he was the CFO of the Vale Oil Co. …the CEO of the umbrella Vale Enterprise released a statement a few hours later, urging cooperation with the FBI during their investigations…"
I quickly switch the channel, not interested in the world of the rich and their scandals. The Vales are an old money, big money family, capable of moving the economies of minor countries. The current CEO, rumored to be in his late 20s, is a mystery to the media, likely some overweight balding man sitting behind a desk, I think to myself with a snicker.
Turning my attention to the upbeat music playing on the radio, I try to push thoughts of the Vales to the back of my mind. Unfortunately, thoughts of a certain alpha refuse to leave. It's been practically a month since our encounter, and if not for the silk tie I have as a memento, I might have thought I dreamt the whole thing.
I park my car in the grocery store lot, taking a deep breath before stepping out into the crisp air. Grocery shopping is a mundane task, but it's a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. As I wander through the aisles, picking up items on my list, I can't help but wonder if I'll ever see him again. The memory of his touch lingers on my skin, and I find myself smiling despite the chaos of my thoughts.
Should I have gotten his number? Given him my number? How do I expect him to find me? No. He could have come to look for me at the restaurant. Maybe he woke up the following morning and decided not to?
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
Sofie_Vert01
Sofie_Vert01 Zander is apparently in a relationship, not that it's important for Ivan to be aware about the fact that he's in a relationship.
as a bingereader, I decided on mini batch releases rather than a chapter a day, that would frustrate me so much... but it you think otherwise... I guess I can do daily
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