Chapter Six

Erwin

 

"Erwin, Erwin!" John calls, snapping me out of my wild fantasies.

 

"W-What?" I counter.

 

"You've been spacing out for a while now." John says as he slides down in a chair next to me in the cafeteria of our college, "Are you alright?" He asks worriedly.

 

"Of course I am!" I answer cheerfully as I take a sip from my already gone cold coffee. "In fact I am doing better than I've ever done." 

 

"What are you talking about?" John's brow starts to twitch, "I am not quite sure about what happened but I certainly think you should see a psychotherapist soon, you are losing it."

 

"Oh John, you don't have any idea what I am talking about." I rub my palms against my thighs excitedly.

 

"I certainly don't." John shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink.

 

"I fucked Leo last night." I declare.

 

As soon as I spell those words, John spits out his drink, spluttering it all over his food and table like a fountain.

 

"The fuck man?!" He screams as he jumps up from his seat in shock, grabbing everyone's attention in the cafeteria.

 

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" I snap but in a lower voice than him.

 

"Oh, oh sorry, sorry." He quickly sits down but doesn't turn his attention away from me, "You did what?!" He hisses.

 

"I had sex with Leo Snow." I repeat myself.

 

"I heard you dumbass!" He smacks my head, "What I am saying is: How did you manage to get him in your bed at the very first try!"

"Well, this is a very long story to tell, you see." I scratch my nose nervously at the killing glare of John.

 

John waves a sigh in defeat then grabs a napkin from the table and starts to clean it, "At least tell me how did it feel? I mean, was it good?"

 

"What do you mean by good? He was superb!" I say as I go back and forth on my seat. "I've never encountered an omega this good. His pheromones, his body, his looks, his… everything is just as perfect as his bank balance."

 

 "Seems like he is a good thing in bed." John smirks as he tosses the dirty napkin in the nearby trash can.

 

"Hey, don't you dare think dirty about him!" I retort, "He is my husband."

 

"Who the fuck do you think I am? Huh?" He sneers, "Don't mistake me for yourself!"

 

We both stare at each other with every kind emotion on our faces then suddenly break into laughter. But a sudden buzz of my phone interrupts our laughter.

 

I check the caller ID and quickly fall silent, I gesture John to stop as I pick up the call, "Leo."

 

John scoots over to my side and perks his ears as soon as he hears the name.

 

"Well, I was wondering if you are done with your classes." He says over the phone, almost like a robot.

 

"Not exactly." I answer as John kicks me under the table, "There are few left after the break."

 

 "Then be done with your classes in two hours." He says as if he is commanding me, "I am picking you up in two hours. We are going somewhere."

 

"Where_"

 

"See you in two hours." And Leo cuts the call.

 

"It sounds like he is the alpha not you." John scoffs as he returns to his usual posture.

 

"Shut up." I throw my phone over the table.

 

Leo is in a bad mood. What happened?

 

He was just fine when he left the house earlier this morning. What could've happened in this short while? Is he having a bad day? In any case, this is not anything I should be worried about.

 

After the classes end I pull out my phone to text Leo, ask him if he is here yet as I exit the college's front gates.

 

I was with John until a few minutes ago. I intended to introduce Leo but he suddenly saw a message and ran off to somewhere, saying that something important had come up and he had to go. He would meet Leo some other time.

 

He looked really tense when he ran in the opposite direction. I wanted to follow him, in case he needed help but I was running late to meet up with Leo, so I made him promise that he would call me if needs any help. I just hope he will be alright and he won't run into any kind of trouble.

 

ME: Are you here yet? I am done with my classes. 

 

LEO: Look before you.

 

I do as I am told and look in front to find a black shiny car. Even a kid can tell that this can is very expensive. Everyone in the entrance is looking at the car and the owner of the car with every kind of emotion on their faces. Leo is standing in front of the car, leaning on it and staring at me with an unreadable look on his face.

 

Does this man always look this perfect and divine? Oh my god…

 

"Leo!" I run to him like a high school girl does to her boyfriend.

 

"You are thirty minutes late." Leo pockets his phone.

 

"Well, classes ran longer than expected." I scratch the back of my head with a nervous smile.

 

"Get in." He gestures as he opens a door for himself.

 

I walk around the car and pull the door open off the back seat.

 

The man with black hair and dark eyes I encountered this morning earlier is driving the car with a stern face, making my hand itch, wanting to punch it and ruin the map of his face. But I can't do that. This man is possibly Leo's personal assistant. He starts the car as soon as Leo and I get in the car and plug our seat belts.

 

"So… may I ask where we are going?" I break the unbearable silence in the car.

 

"We are having a reception party tomorrow." Leo starts to explain the situation, "So, we are going to give you a full body checkup and massage to make you look your best tomorrow."

 

"Wait, wait a minute." I turn my whole body toward him, "What do you mean a reception party?"

 

"By reception party, I mean we are revealing our marriage to the whole world." He explains further without any sign of displeasure, "There is a board meeting of our company two weeks later. Every shareholder and the members of the board will be attending this meeting. That day they will decide the new chairperson of our company. And as I told you before that my grandmother was the previous chairwoman of our company, she also held the biggest amount of shares of the company. She gave me all of that when she passed away in a certain condition." He pauses a little, "And that certain condition is why I married you, Erwin. In her will she said that if I want to inherit all of the things she left me then I must marry someone. But this isn't all. I only get half of the shares when I marry someone and another half when I produce an heir." 

 

 "So, you mean that the reception party is only to show the world that you have fulfilled the first condition and now are demanding your rightful inheritance over the throne." I conclude.

 

"You catch up on things quickly." Leo acknowledges.

 

I've noticed something, in this entire time we talked, never once did Leo look at me. He kept his gaze fixed on his lap. So, I reach out and grab his shoulders to make him look me in the eyes.

 

"Leo, look at me." Leo looks up and the look on his face almost makes my heart stop beating.

 

Why does he seem so worried?

 

As far as I have seen Leo, he had always worn a very composed and impressive look on his face. Never did he let his guard down and let his emotion slip escape the time we had sex. But to think I would see the great Leo Snow shows this kind of emotion is beyond my league of imagination.

 

"What happened? Why do you look like this?" I knit my eyebrows as I cup his face to maintain our eye contact.

 

"What? How do I look?" He looks over my head to break eye contact but I give his soft cheeks a light squeeze to prevent him from doing so.

 

"Leo, don't try to avoid me." I say, my tone firm

 

"Uhm." The driver a.k.a Leo's assistant whom we totally forgot about and ignoring like he is air, coughs.

 

We instantly hastily return to our respective seats, sitting upright with our hands on our laps. Leo coughs lightly to lighten up the awkwardness in the air. Meanwhile I am controlling my strong urge to slam my fist against this guy's face and ruin that pretty face of his.

 

"Well, if you are asking about why I am worried then it is about my family." Leo says out of the blue after a moment of silence. "You will understand why tomorrow." Then he smiles a little, making my heart almost leaps out of my chest.