HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

The Devil With Blonde Hair

It's been almost a week since I last saw Alex, and to no surprise I'm feeling a little sad about it. I had more than enjoyed our dinner together, our hours of intimate talk with each other, and getting to know one another better.

I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth as I stare up to the chalky white ceiling of my bedroom, unsure of what to do with myself.

The following morning after Alex and I had enjoyed each others company, he texted me. He asked that I don't return to work, and that he would either figure out a new position for me at another company, or make it so I can 'live comfortably' whatever that means.

I won't lie, I feel a bit useless. I've been working everyday since I was old enough to have a job. And what makes me feel worse, is that I worked my ass off to get into that company, which,  I now resigned myself from.

I've got no friends to hangout with, no family to invite over for dinner. Hell, even my cat can't be bothered to come out unless it's for food.

I've never felt more alone in my life, so scared of what's to come, and so hated by the people around me. I can't stand going outside anymore, so afraid somebody will try and hurt me since my incident with Ryan.

My position as an omega became so much more clear the night that Alex had defended me... a reminder that I'll always have to watch my back, and that I can trust nobody.

I had gotten careless, too comfortable at my job. I thought that maybe people would just see me as another coworker, somebody they could talk to, have dinner with, maybe even go to the movies. It turns out I was wrong, nobody wants to have an omega as a friend, family member, or lover.

Even other omegas will discriminate against each other if it means leverage to a higher social gain, increasing their like ability.

I sigh deeply, exhaling all my breath from chest and sit up in bed, these hormones will be the end of me if I don't find something to distract my mind.

My thoughts are brought back to Alex as I stand from my bed and walk to my dresser. I wonder what he's up to, or if he will reach out to me soon. I question if he enjoyed our shared evening together as much as I did. I push past my ponderings and pick out some lounge wear to throw on.

I guess I'll never know.

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ALEX'S POV

I pull my face into my hands and drag them down, groaning as I look into the mirror in front of me. I've been at work no more than two hours and already I'm exhausted, tired of the repetitive cycle each day brings.

I loosen the knot on my tie, and straighten out my collar around my neck, before replacing it to its original position. Briskly, I wet my hands in the sink and run them through my my dark hair. I reach into my suits' deep pocket and retrieve a small jar of hair wax and a fine tooth comb.

I screw the lid off and set down the comb, then dip my fingers into the thick substance. I knead it between my fingers and raise my hands to my hair, slicking it back, fixing the disaster that it had been just a moment ago. I rinse my hands in the water before grabbing the comb from the edge of the sink, I rake it gently through my hair in one swift motion, pulling my hair to the side of my head.

I pocket my comb and wax, then look into the mirror, satisfied with the outcome. I turn around and walk to the bathroom door, swinging it open, and stepping out into the hallway near my office.

I look down each end, noticing it's barren, then with quick strides make my way down the right hall to the glass door that lay towards the end. I reach for the handle and softly turn it, pushing it open. Once inside my office I sit down at my desk, feeling the familiar and firm cushion of my wheeled chair beneath me, the black leather in near perfect condition.