HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

His Perspective

ALEX'S POV

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My eyes force themselves open to the burning sunlight that threatens my sleep, dragging me back to the land of reality as I roll over in bed and glance at my alarm clock.

What time is it?

I squint, working hard to focus on the numbers before I nearly throw myself out of fucking bed, having a heart attack.

Shit, I'm late for work.

Rushing across the large room, over to my closet, I fling it open.

Blue button-up or white?

Fuck, who cares? I slip the sleeves of the crisp white button-up over my arms and quickly fasten each button all the way to the collar, flipping it up. I nearly choke myself out trying to wrap my tie around my neck as fast as humanely possibly before failing to knot it twice.

Then, just as I get it tied, I glance down at my boxers as I step one foot outside my room.

Pants.

I need those.

With a long groan, I trudge back over to my closet and pull out a pair of sleek black slacks, tugging them on, followed by some socks.

I clench my jaw at the lingering smell still clinging to my bathroom, as I brush my teeth.

It's been around two weeks since he was here, and I still can't seem to get rid of his pheromones. And to make it worse, all they seem to do is make me think of that night, of him, heat wanting do deservedly to crawl through my body.

I let out a sharp breath as I try and focus on the task at hand, standing in front of the sink.

After a spraying myself down with cologne, I take a blob of hair wax and smooth it out between my hands, the texture warming up as I rub it. I then slick my dark hair back with it, making sure every strand is in place, and run a comb through it to the left.

I smile at myself in the mirror and instantly frown at my dimples, which I've never really been fond of.

Deciding this is the best I'll look, I rush out from the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me, turning on the fan before leaving.

As I step into the kitchen, I spot my phone on the counter and retrieve it, hoping it might offer some distraction from my thoughts.

Tapping the screen, it opens up to my messages.

Nothing from him.

For some odd reason, that frustrated me. Jasper didn't owe me nothing, and I understood if he didn't want anything to do with me. Yet... the curiosity of how he'd been these last two weeks was driving me fucking insane.

I left him my business card in his pants pocket after I washed them. Maybe he wasn't interested... or maybe I'm a damn idiot, and should have just asked him for his number.

Oh well. It is what it is.

I walk out front and around the corner to the lot where my car is parked, pulling my keys from my coat pocket. I open the driver's side door and slide into the seat, closing it behind me. Then I slip the key into the ignition.

I put the car in reverse and back out of my spot, then shift into drive and leave the lot. The engine hums beneath me, the road steady under the tires. The morning light casts long shadows, the air cool as I drive through the quiet streets, trying to gather my thoughts in preparation for the painfully long day ahead of me.