Love Me, My Omega!

TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW:

The world was in slow motion as I walked in. As if everybody in the room faded into nothing, the only person I could see was him. The moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew I still loved him.

I wanted to walk up to him confidently, but I suddenly got nervous at the thought of approaching him.

My mind has turned blank from nervousness. But despite that, one thought popped into my head.

'He still looks as beautiful as ever.'

That was the exact thing I was thinking of at the moment.

"Oh? Isn't that Sir Lee?" I heard someone say.

I immediately averted my eyes from their table and walked to an empty table, pretending that I came there to eat dinner.

I could hear them talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

What are they talking about?

I flinched when I felt something on my shoulder. I looked at it without moving my head and saw that it was someone's hand.

"What are you doing?" I said with my usual indifferent voice. "Good evening, sir! You should come join us for dinner."

My eyes widened a bit from what he said. If I eat with them, then that would mean that I'd get to sit on the same table as Justin.

Without hesitating, I got up from my chair and faced the person who just removed his hand from my shoulder.

He had a familiar face, but I can't seem to remember his name.

"I'm Mark Smith, the Finance Department's manager, sir. Would you like to join us? We're having a welcoming party for our new hires," he smiled at me.

"Sure," I answered briefly with a poker face, trying to hide whatever I'm feeling inside. "Please follow me," he smiled and proceeded to walk to their table, and I did as he said.

As I walked closer and closer, it felt like my heart would stop any moment now. I could feel their eyes watching me as I walked, but my attention was only focused on Justin.

He had a blank face as he looked at me. He then continued eating as if he doesn't care about my presence at all.

The way he acted... hurt me.

Did he not recognize me? Or did he already forget about me?

I felt mixed emotions—sadness, excitement, happiness, and nervousness. But among all of them, my happiness was still the most dominant than any of those emotions.

If he forgot about me, then I'll make him remember. If he doesn't care about me, then I'll make him care.

I want to go back how it was before... No, I want to create a new relationship with him without that stupidity I did before.

"Hello, everyone! Some of you probably never met or seen him before. This is Sir Tristan Lee, the CEO of our company. He'll be joining us for dinner tonight," the guy I followed earlier said.

They were all quiet for a few seconds.

I'm well aware of the fact that my presence makes them uncomfortable, but I couldn't care less about that.

I'm a very selfish person for wanting to eat with him.

"Y... Yay! What would you like to eat, sir?" A woman with long hair asked with a smiling face. She was sitting next to Justin, and because I was looking at her, I saw that Mark guy sit next to Justin.

"I can eat anything," I said, still looking at them, and sat on an empty chair on the same table as Justin's.

I felt weird when I saw that guy smiling and talking to Justin. I could see it in his eyes that he's interested in him, and that made my blood boil.

I wanted to drag him out of the pub and tell him to piss off because Justin is mine, but I couldn't do that because... he isn't.

He isn't mine.

"Then, I'll order for you, sir," the woman said and called over a waiter to order for me.

"Please make yourselves comfortable," I said as I looked at them. They all became so quiet when I came, so it was obvious that they were conscious of my presence on this table.

I glanced at Justin again, and my heart almost stopped when our eyes met.

The face that I have been longing to see all this time made my heart skip a beat as if I fell in love with him over again.

His cat-like icy blue eyes stared at me as if he was looking into my soul, while I felt like I was drowning in them. I was getting sucked in again without any care for what has happened before—for what broke me into thousands of pieces.

Just a single look from him made me realize how much I still love him after all this time.

"Justin..." I called his name. "Yes?" He responded, feigning innocence as if he doesn't know how much that eye contact affected me. He had a different kind of effect in me that no one could ever compare to.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was about to do.

I don't feel hesitant in doing this at all. Instead, I feel nervous that he might reject me.

He must have hated me a lot after all that. But I can't afford to lose him again. If I do... I might really lose myself this time.

"Please love me, my omega."

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Or at least that's what I wanted to happen. That kind of scene is something that only happens in movies and novels, and I'm not in either of the two.

Even if I wanted to approach him boldly, I still couldn't do it. Doing something like that would only make him uncomfortable.

My heart is pounding so hard that it felt like it would jump out of my throat. My feet and hands have turned cold, and beads of cold sweat rolled down from my forehead down to the sides of my cheeks.

I felt my heart sink when he averted his eyes from me as if I was nothing. He didn't look flustered at all.

He really doesn't care about me...

JUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW:

The moment he walked into the pub, I felt my heart racing. I don't know if it was because of nervousness or something else.

The fact that I'm seeing his face again after all this time made my heart and mind go crazy.

My hands began to sweat as i watched him walk in. I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to just face my food and tried my best not to choke on them.

What is he doing here?

"Oh? Isn't that Sir Lee?"

I flinched and almost choked on my food when I heard an employee speak about him.

So, he really was the Tristan Lee they were talking about...

I looked at him again and saw him walk to an empty table.

He was sitting there alone.

"Hey, why is he here?" An employee said as he looked at Tristan. "Ugh... I know, right?" Another responded.

"Why? What's wrong with him being here?" I said, acting like I don't know about the rumors circulating around him.

"All of you are acting like you've worked with him before when you really haven't. You don't even know if the rumors about him are true."

I glanced at the person who spoke after me and saw that it was Carl.

That was unexpected for him to defend Tristan. He was the one who kept babbling about how Hannah was defending him because of the sole reason that Tristan was good-looking.

"Carl is right, everyone. I'll go ask him to join us for dinner," Mark smiled as he stood up. He then headed to Tristan's table, not caring about the other employees' opinion about it.

Although I harbor some negative feelings for Tristan, I still felt offended for him when people talked shit about him as if he was some kind of criminal.

"Hello, everyone! Some of you probably never met or seen him before. This is Sir Tristan Lee, the CEO of our company. He'll be joining us for dinner tonight," Mark said as soon as they got to our table.

Everybody was silent after Mark introduced him. They were making it obvious that they didn't want him to eat with us.

"Y... Yay! What would you like to eat, sir?" Hannah broke the silence.

Mark then sat next to me and whispered, "Carl is a good guy even if does all sorts of things to piss Hannah off." I looked at him and chuckled, "He's got his own weird type of fun."

"I can eat anything," I heard Tristan say.

Liar.

When I used to cook for him and when we ate out before, there were some food that he didn't like. He doesn't even like vegetables that much, especially carrots and peas. He also doesn't like raisins, and he doesn't like drinking room temperature water. He prefers it cold, and he also likes...

Why... can I still remember all of those...?

I should just forget about it. Yeah...

"Then, I'll order for you, sir," Hannah said and called over a waiter to order for Tristan.

"Please make yourselves comfortable," he said.

I raised my head to look at him a bit because I wanted to see how he looked like once again, and I felt my body freeze when our eyes met.

His slightly wavy brown hair was slicked back cleanly. His downturned emerald eyes with thick and long eyelashes still looked warm and welcoming, and his plump red lips still looked as kissable as they were before.

From where I was sitting, I could smell a bit of his pheromones, and that made my heart race even faster.

I avoided his eyes because I knew that if I looked at them longer, I probably wouldn't be able to take my eyes off him.

Damn...

I guess I'm an idiot for being attracted to him until now.

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