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

Chapter 169: You Send Me So High Now, The Ceiling Can’t Hold Us

[SERGEI]

The meeting was taking too long.

It was almost half past noon, and Sergei couldn’t stay here anymore. So, like a man possessed, the alpha got up suddenly and walked out of the meeting.

No explanation.

Nothing.

Just a man who was on a mission that he was not going to mess up.

The employees in the meeting stared at the alpha’s retreating back, horrified to the core because if Sergei got out of a meeting, anyone who was in it only meant that they had filed.

Funny how the employees were mentally preparing for a funeral while Sergei...

Oh, Sergei.

"Where to Mr. Food delivery?" Anya taunted when Sergei got to his office and found her playing games on his computer. Almost like she knew he would come out of that meeting.

"Pay up, Volkov," Anya said, and Sergei watched as his assistant pulled a one-dollar bill and handed it to Anya begrudgingly.

"One dollar?? That is all I’m worth to both of you?!" Sergei screeched in disbelief, and Anya just rolled her eyes at him.

"Don’t you have an omega to stalk, or did you finally get your brain cells working? Lunch hour is almost done, if you must know, and orders are slowing down," Anya taunted.

Sergei glared at her.

He was stuck between whining and complaining. And actually, doing the one thing he had gotten out of that meeting to attend to.

It was almost hilarious what Sergei had turned himself to but then what was even the point of trying to make the man see any sense at this time?

"Are there any orders to the race track?" Sergei asked as he grabbed his helmet.

"More like from the race track. That should give you a good enough excuse, don’t you think?" Anya laughed, and Sergei sighed.

His life was not going to be peaceful at this rate.

But he couldn’t have it any other way.

"Remember to mask your scent, boy genius," Anya shouted as the alpha rushed out of the office to the private elevator.

Rahim watched him, confused, like she wasn’t even sure what the alpha was up to this time. But maybe she didn’t need to. She could just enjoy her peace for now.

The drive to the race tracks was exhausting.

There was traffic everywhere.

So much so that by the time Sergei reached the tracks, it was a quarter to two o’clock.

The city’s darn traffic had cost him an hour and a half.

"Here to pick food for delivery," Sergei said to the woman at the counter, not even bothering to hear what she was saying.

His eyes stayed on the table, where he had seen Katya and his friends earlier.

It was empty.

"What happened with the racers who were here in the morning?" Sergei asked casually, or rather as casually as he could, because right now, he needed to see him.

His Solnyshka.

It was more than just a need for him.

"Oh, they left two hours ago," the woman said.

Sergei froze at her words like she had personally insulted him.

Two hours.

He’d still been in that damned meeting.

Sergei didn’t even stay to hear anything else. He just walked away from the counter, not giving a shit about the orders now.

He had an omega to find.

"Where is he, Volkov?" Sergei asked in his earpiece, his voice low and dangerous, as if he were about to strangle his assistant for not giving him the right information.

Then again, there was no telling what Katya did if Sergei hadn’t asked about it.

"His phone is off, sir," Volkov said, like that was supposed to make the man calm down.

"That is not an answer I need, Volkov. Find him. You have five minutes to the next red light," Sergei said, hanging up.

He needed to find the omega.

And now that his phone was off, Sergei couldn’t exactly call Svetlana for more information.

Then he remembered the tracker they had put in Katya.

"Volkov... The tracker. It should tell you where he is," Sergei said, his voice hopeful like his employee wasn’t already horrified by the madman’s choices.

"It’s offline, sir. Has been since..." Volkov trailed off.

"Since what?" the alpha asked, irritated.

"Since the divorce got finalized," Volkov added carefully.

Sergei didn’t know what to think for a moment.

So, he stayed silent.

On one hand, he was getting annoyed that he didn’t know where Katya was and couldn’t find him, but on the other hand, he was happy for some reason.

Katya didn’t have a tracker in him anymore.

That could only mean he wasn’t afraid of living his life anymore.

That was a really good improvement because it also meant that Katya trusted him enough for his crazy friends to believe him and pull it out.

And that was what Sergei had been fighting for all this time.

His Solnyshka’s happiness.

His Solnyshka’s choices and freedom.

This was a win for both sides, and Sergei was glad.

But even then, he needed to find Katya. He couldn’t live without knowing where the omega was.

He would die of heart problems.

That was what his last therapist had told him after Sergei shot the poor man’s lung for telling Sergei to forget about Katya and try living a normal life.

And Sergei believed him...

He really would die of heart problems if he didn’t see his Solnyshka.

Also, Sergei paid for his therapist’s hospitalization and had been getting therapy for the man while he recovered.

It was safe to say the therapist never asked Sergei to forget Katya again.

If anything, the man had been the one to suggest the delivery rider gig.

And it worked...

Then... failed.

Oh, they’d definitely have a chat again.

"Five minutes are done, Volkov," Sergei said, like he had been waiting for anything. Something.

"Romanov manor, sir," Volkov said, and Sergei choked on air.

He pulled his helmet off his head for a moment because that couldn’t be right.

Romanov manor?

"Come again?" Sergei asked like he’d gone deaf for a whole three seconds.

"Chairman Romanov is at the Romanov manor. Satellites show him being dropped by Svetlana and Andre," Volkov said.

Sergei wasn’t sure if he needed to be relieved or horrified.

The Romanovs scared the living hells out of him.

"I don’t suppose there are any deliveries to that side of the city, no?" Sergei asked sheepishly, and Anya could be heard laughing in the background.

"How’s life as a delivery guy, boy genius? Wanna change careers now?" Anya asked amid laughter.

"No, there aren’t... But—" Volkov began, only for Anya to interrupt him.

"Come back to work, your majesty. You have meetings to attend," Anya said, but Sergei wasn’t listening. He needed a plan because he couldn’t go to the Romanovs.

"Volkov, any ideas?" Sergei asked, his voice low like he was at his worst and begging for anything, a miracle perhaps.

"There’s a construction team deployed to that area today, sir. Maybe you could–" Volkov said, and before he could finish, Sergei put on his helmet.

"Thank you, Volkov," Sergei said in earnest like his assistant had just saved his life.

"Do you have a uniform, sir?"

"I know just the right place to find it. I’ll leave my bike at the nearest petrol station. Come for it," Sergei said before he hung up.

Ten minutes later, a construction worker walked past the Romanov manor like he’d done it a hundred times before.

The guard at the gates even smiled at him.