“Lucien and the rest.
They could keep you company for tonight.”
I looked at his face, blinking innocently.
“Can I really do that?”
Noah smiled.
He took the cup from me.
“You can.
You can call them to play with you every night, too.”
“Don’t worry about anything else.” He paused.
His gaze turned serious.
“No hooking up with alphas.”
My lips twitched.
“I won’t.”
He broke into a pleasant smile.
Warm green eyes softened even more.
“Good boy.”
“Noah.”
“Alright.
I’ll stop teasing you.
What do you want to eat?”
“We can eat and then call them over.”
I pressed a hand on my temple, thinking hard.
“I don’t know.” After throwing that up, my tongue felt strange.
Eating anything else seemed more like punishment.
“Not hungry.”
“You need to eat something.”
“Yeah, I’ll let you know when I need to.”
Noah smiled helplessly.
“So, do you want to call them over now?”
I checked the time.
A little past 3.
It was still too early.
They all had work to do.
“No.
Let’s wait till it’s night…” I paused.
“I have a plan tonight.”
“A plan?” Noah raised a brow.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yes.
A plan.
With a business tycoon.”
His disbelief grew.
My lips trembled.
I clenched my fist tightly, strongly holding back from punching his smug face.
“I won’t tell you who he is.”
“Well, it’s not like I want to know.”
I snorted, stood up, and walked away.
Noah’s laughter rang behind me.
I settled on a couch and closed my eyes.
Ding.
A message popped up on my phone.
My heavy brows lifted.
Frowning, I realized I’d fallen asleep again.
“Awake.”
Noah’s light voice sounded in my ears.
A laptop on his lap.
Fingers lay on the keys.
He must have been working.
“Hm.” I brought out my phone to check the message.
A new number.
An address of a place.
Oh Sébastien.
“It’s past 7,” I murmured, shocked and annoyed.
I’d slept for so many hours without knowing.
Pushing away the blanket on me, I stood up.
My legs wobbled.
I struggled.
“Careful.”
“I am.”
“Hungry?
I got your favorite snacks.”
“You might be able to eat those.”
I shook my head.
“I have a dinner date with someone.”
Noah frowned slightly.
“You shouldn’t go with an empty stomach.”
I shrugged.
“I shouldn’t throw up on their faces either.” Who knew if I would end up throwing up if I decided to eat anything again?
“It’s okay, Noah.
I’m not a kid.
I’ve got this.”
Noah sighed.
He placed the laptop on the couch and stood up.
“Alright.
I trust you.”
“I know you do.” A smile formed on my face.
I walked toward the stairs.
“I’ve got your things.
They are in the closet.”
“Oh?”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
After a short bath, I put on a casual shirt and pants.
“Look good?”
Noah did a thumbs-up.
“Always perfect.”
Of course, no one could look better.
He walked over.
“The cuffs.”
I stretched my hands.
He did the cuffs and patted my hands.
“Even more perfect.”
The smile on my face widened.
“Need a lift?”
“That would be great.”
“Okay.
Meet me in five.”
He left the room.
I fixed my hair and applied a lip balm to my lips to keep them from looking too dry.
After throwing up in the afternoon, my mouth had been feeling a little too dry.
Even after brushing my teeth twice, nothing seemed to really change.
Standing before the mirror, I smiled brightly.
Beautiful.
Sexy.
Tall.
Slim.
Perfect in every sense.
I winked at my reflection and strolled out of the room.
“Address?”
Noah asked as I entered the car.
I showed him my phone.
“Unknown number?”
“Aren’t you checking the address?”
“Oh, I am.”
I sneered.
Noah chuckled and started the car.
“It’s not far away from here.”
I nodded, looking out the car.
“Do you need me to wait outside for you?
I can get you back home when you’re done.”
My lips curled.
“Even if we get a room?”
Noah’s eyes flicked over me, stopping on my belly.
“You can’t.”
My lips trembled.
Not once.
Not twice.
Repeatedly, until it felt like I might explode.
“Fine.
You win.”
“Don’t be late.
I’ll wait.”
Noah said, opening the car door for me.
“You better don’t.
I don’t want to see your face.”
He smiled.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
Noah took my hand, pulling me close as he fixed my bangs.
“Sorry, okay?
I won’t tease you anymore.”
“Whatever.
I’m leaving.”
I pushed him back and stepped forward, leaving him behind.
“You don’t have to wait.
I’ll find my way home.” He didn’t have to.
Who knew how long the dinner would take with Sébastien and his bride?
Noah might have to wait for too long, and he seemed to have some work to do.
He hadn’t gone to work all day because of me.
“Okay.” He replied.
He grabbed my hand and placed a card in it.
“You should use it.”
Hesitation flickered across my eyes.
“Don’t act like it’s your first time.” He flicked my forehead.
I blinked innocently.
“Well, I wasn’t.” I wrapped my fingers around the card and smiled.
“Bye.”
“Hm.
Take care.”
I strolled into the restaurant.
The place was quiet.
Everyone seemed to focus on whatever they were eating.
A man walked over, smiling professionally.
“Hello, any reservation?”
Oh, they only serve with reservations.
Fair enough.
The place looked super expensive.
“No.
I’m Elian Sterling, invited by Sébastien Hawthorne.”
“Mr Elian?
Please, come with me.”
He took the lead.
The restaurant was elegant, with soft lights reflecting off the polished tables—instant thumbs up.
I would visit with my dad another day.
“It’s here.”
The man stopped, pointing to the side.
Following his gesture, my eyes settled on the alpha sitting across a grand table with his eyes focused on a younger man beside him.
His lips moved, obviously saying something to the omega.
Eyes lowered.
Soft.
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Thin lips curved sexily.
Black-haired.
Older.
Handsome.
I sighed wearily.
Noticing his look every time I set my eyes on him wasn’t a good thing.
“Thank you.”
The man smiled.
He turned to leave.
I approached Sébastien.
“Sébastien.”
He paused.
His eyes flickered with surprise.
I wanted to laugh.
“Elian.
You’re here.” He stood up.
Seeing how fluently he matched my energy, I couldn’t suppress the amusement that flickered across my eyes.
To hell with honorifics.
Who still goes ahead calling Mister after intimacy?
Well, it wasn’t my style, and I’d indulged him enough.
Sébastien reached out.
I took his hand.
“Thanks for coming.”
“You invited me.” Why wouldn’t I come?
He smiled.
“Please sit.”
“Mr Elian.”
“Mr Karl.”
We exchanged greetings, and I took a seat.
“I heard the contract signing is tomorrow?”
“Ah, yeah.
It is.
Mr Cassian scheduled it for tomorrow.
Do you wanna come?”
My lips twitched.
To do what?
To listen to endless business talks?
Nah.
“I’m quite busy these days.” Yeah, busy nursing the child you left with me.
“Oh.
That’s a pity.” Sébastien gestured to the side.
A lady in a black and white uniform soon approached, holding a tablet in her hand.
“Hand it over to him,” Sébastien said.
The lady handed the tablet to me.
I stared at the menu, wondering which of them would settle in my belly without aggravating it.
Throwing up in this kind of setting was anything but nice.
The embarrassment would kill me.
“Do you need help?”
Karl.
I glanced at him, offered a faint smile, and shook my head.
“No, it’s okay.”
“Give me this.” This.
This.
This.
I pointed randomly, barely catching the names of the meals I chose.
The meals on the menu all looked fine to me, but would they be fine for my stomach?
I sighed wearily.
Sébastien and Karl also picked.
The lady left.
“Have you been here before?” Karl asked.
“No, it’s my first time.”
Karl raised a brow, seemingly surprised.
I kept quiet.
How was I supposed to let him know that I would rather visit noisy restaurants than a place like this?
The kind of restaurants where I could vibe to some recent music while eating.
Where my alpha and I could directly push open a room…
Not this open-space restaurant meant for boring people.
It could only be enjoyed with my Dad.
It wasn’t my thing.
The first course soon arrived.
Creamy mushroom soup followed by warm garlic bread.
My nose felt full even from the scent alone.
For the main course, I was served grilled chicken with mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables.
A meal I’d choose without checking.
Sébastien seemed to have ordered medium-rare steak, while Karl settled for grilled salmon with lemon butter.
The aromas filled the air.
I involuntarily sniffed.
It was nice.
Staring at the different plates filled with different dishes, my lips curved up.
“That’s yours, right?” I pointed to Sébastien’s plate of steak.
He nodded.
I blinked.
“It looks better than mine.” So much that I no longer wanted to touch mine.
Sébastien raised a brow.
He paused.
I met his gaze.
Then, something flashed across his eyes.
Fast.
“Okay.”
He pushed his plate toward me.
“Take it.”
My eyes widened.
“Really?”
“You wanted it.”
My lips curled.
“Thanks.” I dragged the plate closer.