Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 33 - Thirty (Seattle Arc)

Chapter 33: Chapter Thirty (Seattle Arc)

LEO

The prom night turned out way worse than anticipated. No, I never anticipated it to be bad in the first place. I never thought I would come back from the prom without Erwin and with a heavy betrayed heart and my best friend on my tail constantly pestering me to tell him exactly what happened.

I had zero desire to talk about that with Ruth but for some reason I did. And I felt even more betrayed when Ruth constantly spat bullshit about Erwin and bad mouthed him.

It was a bad idea. Telling Ruth about what happened in front of the restroom.

I heave a breath of tiredness. I had to wrap up all my work in the past day. The tiredness is weighing into my bones. But still I am unable to sleep even a blink. In the past nights, my nightmares were worse than ever. Every time I fell asleep, it felt like someone was choking me. Other than that, I have grown a bad habit of cuddling with Erwin before going to sleep.

I don’t know how but whenever I fall into his arms, I sleep so soundly that I don’t even have any dreams, let alone nightmares. I love the smell of his pheromone. He smells like fresh coffee beans. Whenever he hugs me I can feel a strong protectiveness emitting from him. I love the way he asks me for something. When he whines like a kid and most of all, his smile. Just looking at it makes my heart flutter and puts me at ease.

I miss him. I miss him like crazy. There is a void inside my chest that only he can feel and when he is not there, it’s all empty. All dark. Every time I think about him, my heart squeezes so painfully that at times it feels like it’s going to be ripped apart. Every fucking single time.

But there is no going back to the past. We can’t be together as we used to be in the past. He won’t take me in his embrace anymore nor will I let him. Because he cheated on me. It broke my already shattered heart. I never felt the way I did at that time when I saw Erwin kissing a girl in front of my eyes. I clearly heard a crack coming from inside my chest.

I prop my elbow on the table and rest my head on my palm, falling into an endless abyss of my thoughts and imagination, my eyes closed. It hurts when I try to keep them open. It never happened before. I discovered it just recently. Perhaps because of the lack of sleep? Maybe.

"Leo, are you asleep?" A soft comforting voice reaches into my ear.

I jolt and blink my eyes open, "W-What’s happening?" I violently turn my head left and right to detect danger.

"Hey, hey calm down." John comforts, "You were just nodding off."

"O-Oh," my tense shoulders fall down as they relax a little. Just then I spot two other men standing behind him, one of them is holding hands with a little kid. "When did you guys get here?"

"We just got here." He briefly looks over his shoulder, then worriedly turns to me, "Leo, were you crying?"

"Huh?" Just then I feel the wetness on my lashes, I wipe them with the back of my hand and get on my feet, "No, maybe something got into my eyes, they hurt."

"Leo, you don’t seem to be doing well." Ruth steps ahead, "There are bags under your eyes." Worry crossing his expression.

"I am fine." I say firmly, leaving no room for further nagging.

"Pretty brother!" Steve exclaims and leaps toward me, letting go of Ruth’s hand.

I catch him in my arms, "How is Steve today?" I ask in a cutesy voice.

"Steve is good!" Steve smiles, "I am so excited to board a plane!" Steve’s eyes sparkle in excitement.

"It’s actually his first time boarding a plane." John explains even when it’s not needed. "B-But are you sure, we should use your private jet to get there?"

Actually yesterday John called me to ask how we should get to Seattle. I told him about my jet. He appeared to be hesitant about it but since it is quite less troublesome, he agreed.

"What do you care about?" Ruth pipes in, "It’s his jet and it is made to travel around the world. It would be a waste if we don’t use it. And other than that it is my first time boarding on his jet." Ruth beams. I can even see flowers blooming around him.

John just laughs awkwardly.

"Let’s go now," Erwin abruptly chimes in blankly, "or we’ll be late." He checks his wrist watch.

Erwin’s clothes are unfamiliar to me and they are new and branded, which means he went shopping before coming here. Good thing. No matter how heartbroken I am right now, my mind is still capable of coherent thoughts. It is good that he has bought himself some good clothes or it would really hurt my eyes and heart to see him so different from me when we are still married. It’s not like I am gonna divorce him ever anyway.

"He is right." John says, forcing Erwin and me to evert our gazes from each other.

"I will show you the way." I spin around my feet and start to stride down the private jet terminal of the airport. I am having a slight problem holding up Steve with one hand and carrying my suitcase with the other one, though I am not letting it show on my face.

"Hey John, let me carry it for you." Ruth offers, all smiles.

But John politely turns him down, "No, I am okay."

Serves him right. He is ignoring his best friend who is actually suffering and giving his attention to someone who doesn’t really need it. What a punk.

While I am cursing my best friend out mentally, a hand takes my suitcase away from me swiftly and gently. I flinch at the abruptness and look at the owner of the beautiful masculine hand, even when my subconscious mind already identified the owner. Erwin just simply takes the suitcase from me without sparing me a single glance. My heart flutters but it hurts at the same time, like it’s being torn apart. I hate this feeling.

"Woah...!" Ruth gasps in astonishment as he looks up and down by jet.

"Stop, eye-fucking it." I roll my eyes to showcase my disgust, "It’s gross."

Ruth only grins in response, "How can I stop looking at it, when I know that it will take me at least a hundred lifetimes to buy something like this for myself?"

Actually he is right. It would take him a hundred lifetimes to buy something like this. And I spend extra money on it because it’s one of my favorites. I bought it out of a hobby after I became the CEO of the company. My grandma scrunched her nose when she heard about it but said nothing about it since I like it. And other than that it makes my travels less troublesome since I don’t do well with crowded places. A perfect transport for my journeys around the world. Well, I forgot to mention that my family members don’t know about the jet because I never told them about it. They don’t deserve it.

We climb up the stairs and settle down inside my luxurious jet. John takes Steve to make him sit with him since it’s his first time. Ruth takes the seat across John’s, facing him and Erwin takes the seat beside him. I take a seat beside the window next to their row. Erwin and my eyes can meet each other if we just simply move them. But I don’t let my guard down enough to meet his eyes.

I am sure if I do then, I will have to let my pride and grudge poof in the thin air and leap into his embrace so shamelessly that even the earth will refuse to see my face again. And I can’t let that happen.

After we have taken off to the sky, I pull out my laptop and start to run my fingers through the keyboard. The plane is silent now. All the people from the other row have already dozed off since it is going to be a long flight. Meanwhile when I try to close my eyes even for a moment something horrible from the past escapes from its locker and in my mind and flashes before my eyes, forcing me to jolt up. Amidst of the daze I don’t notice someone is constantly keeping his eyes on me.

I usually can detect when someone looks at me with some ill intentions. But since the gaze contains nothing that short, I am unable to detect it.

After a six hour long flight, my jet lands on the runway of Seattle airport. It’s currently six in the evening but it appears to be ten in the night because of the dense black clouds hiding the sky. We take a cab from there to the hotel, which John’s father booked for all of us.

"Wait," I halt at my track, "is this we are gonna live?" I trail my eyes up and down the palace before me. It looks like it has just come out of a horror movie. Just looking at it sends cold shivers down my spine.

"Yes." John blinks.

Okay, I have a bad feeling about it.