Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 81: Side Story-13

Chapter 81: Side Story-13

RUTH

"Come in." A grumpy voice calls out from inside and I suck in a deep breath. I squeeze John’s hand as I creak open the black stainless door.

His father is sitting at the end of the room, scribbling something on his pad. John said that his father was a lawyer. It explains his knife-sharp gaze and sharp tongue. I am grateful that John is nothing like his father. Nor I would have to listen to his harsh reasoning and counters for the rest of my life.

I and John slowly walk inside the study. It’s nothing fancy but anyone can tell by just one look that whoever owns this space is a very knowledgeable person because the room is filled with the smell of rich lather and old books. The wall is covered with the huge tall bookshelves and one can tell by a look that every one of them has been read.

"Sir." I regard him most formally and politely as I can manage. My heart is beating in my throat. I am feeling as if it is trying to jump out. Never did I think that I would be this nervous to make a conversation with someone.

John’s father, Nicolas lifts his head from his pad and looks at us from above his glasses. His reading glasses have slid down his nose bridge slightly. "You came." He acknowledges and puts away his quill and pad.

"Father." John squeaks, "You called us."

"Indeed. I did call you." Nicolas clasps his hand over the table. "I wanted to talk about whatever you two are doing."

"We love each other," John states firmly. His voice and gaze are not wavering and they know what they are doing. It makes the tension on my shoulders sooth away a little. John is clasping my hand so tightly that I am afraid he will make my blood circulation stop.

"Yes, sir." I step forward to carry the weight of his father’s gave together. "Me and John, we love each other."

"And you two are serious about it?" Nicolas let’s go his tongue.

Damn, he is too blunt.

"Yes." However, I stand my ground. There is no way my love for John is so weak that I will let it waver just like this. The hand I am holding now, I am not planning to let go for the rest of my life. "I am very serious about this."

"So, you are telling me that you are willing to take it to the next stage?" Nicolas says as if he is mocking us. The sarcastic tone in his voice is too blatant to ignore.

"Father, give us some time, it’s too early for us to decide something like that." John tries to shield me from his father’s naked interrogation.

"Shut up, John." He snaps sharply and John flinch. "I am not talking with you. So, stay out of the way and let me talk. I will talk about it with you later when I am done with him. I will not tolerate any further meddling between my and Ruth’s conversation. Did I make myself clear?"

"I am sorry Father," John says meekly, there is a slight tremor in his breathing. My eyes soften and I caress the back of his hand with my thumb then turn my attention to Nicolas again.

"Yes." I answer determinedly, "I plan to marry your son and spend the rest of my life with him. I want to grow old with him."

"Stop giving me the dialogues from those cinemas. They won’t work on me." Nicolas returns sharply, "And even if you are aware of what you are talking about then may I ask you if you are aware of the consequence that comes with it."

"May I know what consequence we are talking about here, sir?" I ask him even though knowing the what comes next. I have a slight feeling about what he is about to talk about.

"What I am talking about is"-He points at John and John grimaces- "he is a male beta. He can’t give birth. I wouldn’t have any problem if he were an omega. But you are an alpha and he is a beta. He is a male over that. Do you think it is a normal kind of relationship to have?"

"Sir, I do not really believe that gender matters when I truly love him." I deny his implication, "But if you are still worried about it then let me assure you that I don’t have any wish to have children. I am very fine with just be with John and love him with my whole heart."

Nicolas stares at us for a brief moment that feels like an eternity to me and then sighs. "I hope you stay true to your words and be as dedicated to him as you are now. I do not wish to write a divorce letter for my son and his husband with my own hands. Did I make myself clear?"

I bite the inner side of my cheek to prevent the wide grin forming my lips. "Yes, sir!" I answer enthusiastically.

"Now may I ask you a normal question; what do you do Mr. Ruth Harlock?" Nicolas pushes his glass up to the bridge of his nose and starts to flip through his papers again.

"I am a doctor," I reply simply, the tension that was binding my muscles together so tightly that the oxygen was hardly circulating through them starting to loosen up.

Nicolas pauses and gives me an unreadable look before saying, "You may leave now."

"Thank you." With this, I spin around eager to leave the room as soon as possible. This man’s gaze is piercing through my soul like a needle. John turns with me to leave but Nicolas stops him.

"John, wait," Nicolas calls out. And John halts before tensing up. "I told only Ruth to leave not you."

John squeezes my hand slightly before letting it go. He gives me a small strained smile, indicating me to not to worry. He will be fine and tells me to leave. I cock my eyebrows, gesturing to him, "Are you sure?" He nods. And my jaw flexes before nodding back and walking out of the room.

I start to space in front of the study, my jaw and muscles are taunting with tension. I feel like someone has mixed one liter of tension with the adrenaline coursing through my body. Sweat is dripping down my forehead like I have just taken a shower.

After a forever like few minutes later the door of the study creaks open slowly and Jon steps out of the study. He closes the door behind him slowly and gently before letting go of a huge breath that he was holding in his chest from the moment we stepped into that room together. I quickly go to him and envelope him in a tight embrace.

"I was so fucking worried." I breath as I squeeze him tighter and exhale breaths on his shoulder. "What did he talk about?" I break the hug and look him in the eyes intently.

"It’s nothing." John shakes his head slowly. A small smile is tugging at the corner of his beautiful lips that taste like sweet cinnamon. "He just wanted a few questions and now I want to ask the same questions to you. Will you answer?" He looks at me with uncertainty in his black diamond eyes.

"Anything for you John." I nod, "But not here let’s go to your room first."

He nods, "Okay."

He leads me toward his room. I am very eager to see what his room looks like. Is it just like him? Warm and beautiful or messy and vulnerable? But unfortunately, I can’t stay with him there tonight. I am sleeping in another room beside his.

John swings the door of his room open. It’s nice. His room. Nice and warm. Just like him. There is very few personal touch in his room like that computer set up in the corner of the room. And the laptop lying on the top of his bed and those very few books on computer science arranged in the small bookshelf by the side of his bed. Everything else behind them is normal but neat and clean.

John leads me inside the room. "It’s nothing special here. Please suit yourself."

"No, no it’s fine." I take in his room and breathe in the nice smell of leather. "It’s really nice."

John scratches his nose nervously, "Hey, Ruth..." He calls out, "D-Did you really mean what you said in front of my father?"

"Which one?" I ask him, "I said so many thing."

"A-About the marriage..." John looks everywhere but my eyes.

"John"-I step closer to him, wrap my hands around his hips, and pull him closer to me, I tip his chin up to make him look at me- "I am sorry to admit but I meant every single thing I said before your father, dear."

A red blush creeps up his cheek and his lips quiver, "You...are really going for marriage?"

"Of course. Why not?" I nuzzle my head on his neck, "I want to bind you with me forever after all."

"W-What about Steve?" John asks hesitantly, "I-I can’t abandon him."

"Who is abandoning who?" I lift my head from his shoulder, "Steve is staying with us forever~ We are gonna raise him as our own. No one is abandoning anyone."

A genuine beautiful smile crosses across John’s cute face and he nods, "Yes. Now go to your room. I have to take Steve to bed. He is still with Leo."

"Let him stay Leo." I hug him tighter, "Leo loves children. And Steve likes him too."

"No, go to your room." He pushes me away slightly, "We have an early morning tomorrow. Go get some sleep."

I pout and nod. "Okay, fine." I lift my head from his shoulder and place a soft gentle kiss on his forehead, "I will go to my room now. Sweet dreams."

I walk out of John’s room, my heart filled with warmth and my mind filled with plans.

I will soon have to bring up the topic to move in with him. Then... marriage.