An Omega, me?

Chapter 10: Admitting

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Mitch POV

The moment I step into the kitchen my mouth gets dry. The devil himself is sitting at the table, eating his breakfast. Being the perfect person that he is. Damnit, I need to focus. Ignore him, I can do this.

I walk casually inside and grabs a plate to fill it with food. Suddenly the hair in my neck stands right up. Scott is standing right behind me.

"Good morning again, Mitch. Hungry huh?" He says with his low voice.

I try to supress the shivers that run down my spine. "Good morning to you too. And yeah, I'm hungry, have a problem with that?" Whoops, my sass comes out when I'm nervous. And in case you didn't notice, I'm very nervous.

He chuckles. "I certainly don't mind. Enjoy your meal." He grabs another sandwich, brushing his arm against mine as he does so. I bite my lip to prevent myself to turn around.

When he is gone I grab some food and sit at the table. I ignore his stare and starts eating.

I can feel his stare the whole time. Suddenly I snap. "What?"

"What do you mean omega?" He says on a warning tone.

"Stop staring at me. It's annoying." I look at him.

"I do what I want. And if I want to stare at you, then I will." He continues eating like nothing happened.

I growl under my breath and curse him in my head. Stupid ass alpha, 'I do what I want'. Pfff. Whatever. I continue eating. I suddenly feel an odd feeling. It's just like, that I like that he is staring at me. What? I like him staring at me? No way. Staring a people is weird. But why do I want to stare at him too?

You like him.

Where did that came from? I don't like him. He kidnapped me! No way. I hate him. I want to get out of here. I don't want to be his omega. I don't need someone to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I don't need an alpha.

But you liked him sleeping in your bed, and you cuddling on his lap watching a movie. My brain tells me.

Maybe. But that means nothing. I don't need him.

"Mitch, are you okay, you suddenly stopped eating." Scott asks me. He looks worried.

"I'm fine, I zoned out I guess." I finish my sandwich to prove him that I'm fine.

"Okay. If you say so. I need to do some things for work. I'll be in my office if you need me." He stands up and leaves the kitchen.

"Okay, yeah whatever." I finish my breakfast and goes to the living room to continue my series marathon.

Some maids clean up the kitchen. I've tried to talk to them, but they are too scared of Scott to answer my questions. So I gave up. I guess I noticed back then that I have nobody to talk to accept for Scott. God, I'm so pathetic. I have no one to turn to.

I sit down and turns on the tv. I continue watching Doctor Who, where I paused it the last time. I wrap myself in a blanket and curls up on the couch.

Scott POV

When I see Mitch walking in the kitchen, looking flawless as always, I smile. As he grabs some food I stand up too. I grab a sandwich to mask the real reason why I really stood up. I secretly smell Mitch, to check if he is okay of course. But he is fine. A bit nervous though. Why would he be nervous. Did I make him nervous?

I sit back down and eats the sandwich. He sits down too. I say good morning and he answers me politely. Suddenly he stops eating. He looks like he is deep in his thoughts.

What would he think about. Another escape from here? Or about his past? Maybe he thinks about you, my crazy brain tells me.

Me? Why would he think about me? He hates me. Although I try to be nice.

He was smiling though this morning when he waked up. Maybe he does like me. But do I like him? I don't know. I've never liked someone before. I care for people, sure. But liking and loving someone? No.

I get happy when he is near, and when he smiles, I smile too. And every time I see him I want to kiss his lips. Wondering what he would taste like, but I can't. he is traumatized. No sexual activities unless he wants it too.

I sigh. I call him to get him out of his thoughts. He needs to eat.

After breakfast I tell him I'm going to work in my office. When I get there, I can't concentrate on all the documents and emails. After a few hours I give up. This isn't going to work.

I put them away and leaves my office. Looking for the person who keeps distracting me. Mitch.

I find him in the living room. Watching one of his series. "Mitch?"

His head snaps up. "Yes? What's up?"

"Shall I keep you company?" I ask.

"Sure." He says, making some room for me on the couch.

I sit next to him. Looking at him for a moment before watching the screen.

When I see him shivering again after looking at him for a while I break the silence. "If you are cold I can warm you up." I open my arm as an invite to cuddle up to my side.

I see him debating inside. I really hope he will accept my offer.

After what seems forever he nods. "Sure, thank you." He turns and cuddles close.

I put my arm around him. Damn, he is cold. After five minutes he shivers less and he seems to enjoy the warmth.

Good. I like his body pressed to mine too.

But he doesn't stop shivering completely. "You are still cold." I say before pulling him on my lap.

"Hey! What are you doing?" He squeals in surprise.

"I'm warming you up. It goes quicker like this." I say before looking at the screen again.

He looks like he want to reply something sassy to me. But he says nothing. He looks at the screen too.

He is warm in ten minutes, but I don't want to let go of him. He is where he is supposed to me. On my lap. And he doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, it looks like he is enjoying the warmth too.

When he shifts a little, my attention goes to him instead of the tv. He sits so close. I can smell him everywhere. I try to concentrate on the movie, but I can't, I keep admiring his beautiful features. I want to touch him so badly. I shift too, trying to hide the evidence of my arousal. I Hope he won't notice it.

This is harder than Ithought it would be.