Moren was settled in the car. "Why is he overreacting!" he whispered.
"You don't like him?" Soren's question echoed in his head followed by the memory of Zane's hands tracing his skin.
"It's only because I've never been with anyone," he told himself quietly. It'll fade once I'm with someone else.
"Warren," he called to his secretary sitting ahead in the passenger seat, "please look into profiles of some potential love interests for me. Someone respectable, from a good background. Make sure they're high profile."
That way he won't chase me anymore.
It was Caelen's first day at work.
"I am Emil," the man in his forties said, walking into the storage. "You've got quite a body for being an omega."
"I didn't want to be looked down on as a single parent," Caelen wore a faint smile.
"You have kids?"
"Yeah, a son."
"Glad to hear it." His eyes gleamed. "I have two daughters. My husband passed away two years ago, so I had no choice but to work for myself."
