Contract Marriage: Married to My Ex-Husband's Alpha Stepfather [BL]

Chapter 155: I’ve Been Waiting On You, Just Say Something Real

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Sergei willed himself to work while his omega slept on the couch.

It was easily the most beautiful sight he had seen in a really long time, and a part of him wished it wasn’t when Katya reeked of the senator’s blueberry scent.

That shit was messing with his brain, and frankly, he had to remind himself a few times to be thankful that Katya had even come to confront him for the head at the gates.

Sergei had done it.

He would never deny it.

Because he knew better than to let the man he cared about be hurt.

But was that all Katya was to the alpha?

So, he waited for him to wake up, not bothering to wake him up. Because honestly, Sergei knew enough about omega heats to know the omega was still exhausted.

He had known about his heat during the time he was stalking Katya back then, and seeing as Katya was here on the sixth day, it could only mean that his heat was over already.

Still, he hated the clothes and the scent on him. But what the hell was he supposed to do that was rational enough without Katya being creeped out by him?

"Volkov, order some chicken and fries. As many as you can get your hands on," Sergei said to his secretary, who was in the room with him.

"Sir, how many?" Volkov asked even though a part of him knew better than to ask for quantity where Katya Romanov was involved. His boss almost never had a functional brain cell wherever the omega was around.

But something had to give this time, right?

"If you can. Bring the whole catalogue with you," Sergei said passively, his focus still on Katya. And his secretary left to find the horrors of fried chicken and fries in the city.

It wasn’t that hard, really, but then he couldn’t even ask what the fuck his boss was up to this time.

With Volkov gone, Sergei kept his gaze on Katya.

He knew he needed to appear busy, and maybe he was. Because he was typing on his computer. Inky that the inky thing he had been typing incessantly for the past ten minutes was Katya’s name.

Katya Romanov.

Maybe the barbarian needed a sanity check.

But wasn’t it a little late to even consider that?

Well, he was doing a pretty good job until he heard Katya’s breath hitch.

The omega was awake.

’He’s an alpha wolf. He knows when you’re awake,’ Katya’s subconscious reminded him as if that wasn’t enough embarrassment for the day.

Katya had come here to confront Sergei and his incessant involvement in his life.

He needed the barbarian to take a step back.

But then the man just had to open his stupid mouth to let out his stupid deep voice and have Katya be engulfed in his darn rainforest scent. Now Katya was here on his couch, in his office that reeked of rainforest.

If he was being honest, Katya loved the rainforest scent. It was unique, but then the beautiful scent just had to end up with the most obnoxious bastard in the city.

Maybe if he pretended to be asleep long enough, he would not have to deal with Sergei, right?

’Yeah, right. Because he’s left your side all those times.’

He couldn’t even argue with that.

But then that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to pretend like he wasn’t awake, right? Maybe if he played pretend long enough, Sergei would get the hint and get the fuck out.

Katya had only just noticed how his citrus scent, his alpha’s blueberry scent, and the madman’s rainforest scent clashed. It was weird, really, but what was he to do about it? Then again, maybe waiting wasn’t such a bad idea, right?

"Sir, I brought the food," Katya heard Volkov’s voice.

Then the familiar whiff of fried chicken and fries hit his nose.

Damn, they were his favorites.

And the omega found himself locking his lips at the intensity of the scent.

’Did he order a whole restaurant?’ Katya wondered.

’More like bringing you food to restock your energy.’

’Riighhtt... Because he cares whether I eat or not.’

’Well, he’s an alpha wolf. He might have ordered them for himself, ever considered that?’

’Shut up.’

So, Katya went back to pretending he wasn’t awake. Even when he turned and opened his eyes slightly to see the food.

Oh, it was a lot.

And the descent was mouthwatering.

But the barbarian was still here.

So, Katya counted to ten internally before he turned back to face the wall. That was way easier than being in the same room with Sergei after that embarrassing encounter.

’You did it to yourself,’ his subconscious reminded.

And Katya just huffed, keeping up the act.

Then his stomach grumbled.

Oh, how fast Katya stiffened.

Of course, his hunger had to just be the dead giveaway in his embarrassment. But Katya was not one to give in.

Especially when he heard Sergei chuckle.

The barbarian knew he was awake.

Still, Katya was determined to pretend for a little longer. It was a more dangerous option than to stand there and have the barbarian laugh at him for how he had shouted earlier.

Maybe he needed to figure out a way to shut up his brain, right?

’I am you.’

Great. Just great.

Katya stayed in his position, his empty stomach the reminder of the dialed breakfast.

A breakfast that was so damn unsuccessful because Sergei had interrupted them.

Oh, but Katya was pissed.

And right when he was about to wake up and give the man a piece of his mind, Sergei’s phone rang.

Of course, Katya stayed silent.

Maybe to snoop?

Maybe to prolong his escape from the embarrassment?

Or maybe because a part of him hoped to the goddess that Sergei would step out to pick up his call. It was only just Fiat, seeing as Katya was sleeping and Sergei was not supposed to ruin his sleep, right?

Oh, it was a good fantasy.

Until the barbarian set his phone on speaker mode.