(SASHA)
I feel a rush of excitement stir through me when I hang up. I could've sworn Tyler was going to reject my proposal. I knew he was going to turn me down, hell I could've bet money on it. What I don't understand however is why I'm reacting like this towards him. The thought of seeing him again excites me.
It stirs a feeling inside of me. It makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long time.
Miles who is standing a few yards away from me looks surprised. "He said yes?"
"He did," I say, hating how breathless I sound.
His brows knit together as if he doesn't believe me. "I didn't think he'd agree to your offer."
"Neither did I, Miles," I murmur.
"He's unpredictable." He says. "I hope that won't be a bad thing."
"I hope so too."
He regards me for a few suspended seconds. "Are you glad he accepted the offer?"
"He had to either way," I say, avoiding the question. "Father is growing weaker each day."
"Yes, but are you happy he accepted the offer?"
I gaze at him. He surely can't expect me to admit out loud that I finally got Tyler to accept me and I'm thrilled about it. "What does it matter what I feel now? Isn't this what we wanted?"
"I suppose it doesn't." he laughs gruffly. "I better go get him before he has a change of mind."
"Sure. That's a good idea" I wouldn't be surprised if he changes his mind anyway. Not that I'd let him get away if he did. After the hell I sent his way, I expect nothing. That wasn't the best of ways to get him to accept my offer, but since he wasn't going with my request, I had to take the higher road.
As Miles leaves the house, I go to the wet bar at the end of the room. I could use a drink right now. I head for the crystal decanter and pour myself a generous whiskey serving then I swirl my glass, holding it up in the air.
"That little slob agreed," I mumble to myself. It has been long since I've been interested in an omega. When my body overwhelms me, I use them to burst a nut. Omegas like Dylan.
Yet I don't remember the last time an omega actually made me feel anything. But Tyler challenges me. He is not a pushover, and of course, he is scared of me. He is scared of what I might do to him if he doesn't fulfil my wishes, but even then, he pushes back. I'm not sure why it doesn't work me up like it usually would.
The way we exchange sometimes arouses me. I like how he fights me. It piques my inner wolf and when that happens, I'm left with no choice but to chase him. That sorry not sorry tone he used on me when I hung up and he called back made my blood rush. I want to conquer him, own him. I want to put him in his place.
I certainly noticed too that Miles was uneasy with how easily I let Tyler get under my skin. He is used to me crushing anyone who doesn't easily bend to my will. He's known me long enough to know I don't roll like that. I suspect Miles disapproves of how much leeway I've given Tyler. He would never tell me though.
He is loyal and often does my bidding without caring much whether or not it's right. I wouldn't blame him, however, because I know he sees things from an angle of protecting me, and that sure poses Tyler as a threat to me. If Tyler manages to control me somehow, he could be a threat to the Triple Triads.
He could hurt me.
For the first time in forever, I'm in unfamiliar territory. I've never had to have an omega around me before. If I'm being honest, I don't even know what our marriage will look like.
I'm attracted to Tyler. There's no need to pretend I'm not. I know that he's physically aware of me too. Much as he hates me, it isn't much of a threat because I'd dealt with omegas who didn't like me severally. It isn't much of a deal breaker if he won't be into getting physical with me. I know however that having sex with Tyler will cause much more problems than it's worth.
And I catch myself obsessing over sex with Tyler, again. Why am I obsessing over having sex with Tyler?
That wasn't the reason I went looking for him in the first place. My sole reason for going after Tyler was to find an omega fit to play the part of my husband, just so I could secure my position as head of the Triple Triad Syndicates. It has absolutely nothing to do with wooing him.
For now, I'm relieved I've accomplished the first part of what my father wants me to do. What remains now is to plan a little wedding to make everything seem real and finally official. It has to be fast. The sooner, the better.
It doesn't take long for Miles to return with Tyler. Perhaps it's just because I'm unusually nervous. When he steps into the living room with Tyler behind him, my pulse quickens as our eyes meet. But even then, I make sure to school my face, because the last thing I would do is to show them both that Tyler makes me feel some type of way.
I don't shift in my seat. I prefer him coming to me, which is exactly what he does. I love how he walks gracefully towards me. He's so beautiful. Yet, he looks wary. Scanning him closely, I notice the burst lip and bruises on his cheeks, and it makes anger rise through me. I gave clear instructions to those meathead cops to not touch his face or stomach, but did they listen?
He's a few steps away from me. I gesture him over. "Sit."