Free Web NovelChapter 98: Just Dive Right In, And Follow My Lead
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The conference room was quiet after everyone left, and now it was just Katya, Anya, and Sergei who were still holding the piece of the conference table like it was normal.
"I owe you an apology," Sergei spoke first, making Anya drop the Stanley Cup that had been in her hand. The sound of the metal hitting the floor was, however, not loud enough to silence the questions in Katya’s head.
Sergei Moskowsky never apologized.
That was like expecting the deities to explain all the suffering Katya had endured. It was an impossibly long game, yet right now, as Katya looked at the alpha, then at the woman on the far end of the table, he wasn’t sure what was going on. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Sir?" Katya breathed carefully, terrified of whatever would come from Sergei’s mouth.
The man had been beside the senator throughout the meeting, and Katya had honestly expected a reprimand or something that would remind him of the very thing he knew the most. That he was the property of the Moskowskys.
"About the drive to work... I should... I should have been more careful," Sergei said, and Anya could swear her jaw had fallen deeper than hell could ever get.
Who the fuck was this, and what the hell was he doing?
Where was Sergei, for starters?
"I—" Katya began, unsure of what to do today, because he didn’t.
This was new territory to him, and the fact that they were not alone was supposed to make it any easier, but it made it even crazier. Because Anya here had always been vocal about what Katya meant to the Moskowskys.
About where he stood as part of the contract.
But then Sergei didn’t seem to even notice that yet, because he continued.
"I did mean to scare you. I shouldn’t have driven like a maniac like that. I’m really sorry," Sergei said, and Anya stared.
Really stared at the man before her and the omega who was trying so hard not to come off as affected.
Then again, it would be the understatement of the century. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Because even though Sergei was the one apologizing, Katya’s eyes kept finding Anya. And the woman was staring at Katya coldly, her blank face a stark contrast to the fallen Stanley on the ground.
It was almost like she was trying to figure out what kata had done to make Sergei apologize, and that horrified Katya to the core.
"I should be the one apologizing, sir. I didn’t mean to get overly emotional in the drive," Katya said, and Anya’s pen followed her Stanley.
This time, she was trying to stare into Katya’s eyes, daring him to leave. To stop staring at him.
It was almost like she was trying so hard to make sense of all this shit, but this duo was not making it any easier for her.
What had she gotten herself into?
"You?" Sergei asked, clearly surprised.
"I lost my composure and shouldn’t have. Plus, it was your car and the first time you were taking it to work. I should have minded my mannerisms. And I’m sorry for coming to the meeting in a strained suit.
"It will not happen again," Katya said desperately.
Anya smirked.
Maybe because she was trying to see whether the omega would fold under pressure that he couldn’t see, or maybe because this was getting interesting.
Anya could see the way Sergei was genuinely confused, and she could even dare to say the alpha was slowly getting traumatized with every apology that came from Katya’s mouth.
It was an interesting sight to watch one so obsessed and unable to function without the other, while the other tried so hard to keep steady in place, which didn’t scream steady, given the way that the morning had begun.
But something had to give, right?
"That is not..." Sergei trailed off, clearly confused.
"You did nothing wrong. I was the one in the driver’s seat. Not you. I shouldn’t put you in a position like that, not after everything," Sergei clarified.
Anya grabbed her inhaler from her bag.
She needed it now more than ever because this was not just a miracle happening.
This was Sergei Moskowsky, not knowing what to do, and in front of the man he had a massive crush on. There was a higher chance that Sergei needed the darn thing more than she ever needed it, but who was counting this time, right?
"But Mr. Moskowsky, what I said—"
"Was well within the needed boundaries," Sergei said, and that had Anya curious this time.
What in the devil’s name had the bastard done this time?
"Also, we’re alone now, Solnyshka... You have to drop the formalities," Sergei said calmly, his eyes on Katya softening and confusing the omega.
Anya, on the other hand, choked on air.
Yeah, Sergei was definitely on a path to kill her if this continued.
"Huh?" Katya said as she looked at Anya, who was fighting for her life at the end of the table because of the nonchalant bastard beside him.
But Sergei didn’t seem to mince his words.
If anything, the alpha pulled his chair closer to Katya’s, having the omega freeze for a moment there.
’Is this the day I get to pay for everything?’ Katya wondered when he noticed how Sergei was being polite, which was weird because Sergei Moskowsky was never polite.
He was Sergei.
He was just on his own in so many ways, and the fact that he had gotten closer to Katya, the fact that he was never bothered by Katya’s mention of his stained suit, was really something else.
This was the kind of tension that Katya hadn’t signed up for when he woke up, but then, with missing memories from the night, he wasn’t even sure if he had something to warrant this.
Gods, he was scared.
"Anya is family. You can call me by my name," Sergei said, his voice deepening at the end.
And Anya got up, like someone had burnt her.
"This stupid brat is out to kill me," Anya cursed under her breath as she walked to the window to open it. Maybe if there were more supply of air, it wouldn’t feel like she was stuck in a room with a lovesick idiot.
"Vl..." Katya began, and Sergei’s face lit up.
Literally.
The omega was confused, but honestly, he didn’t have that many options at the moment. This was not the time to play games with the devil of Frolo.
"Vladimir," Katya voiced.
Sergei dropped the wooden piece of the conference table on the floor, resulting in a soft thud against the stack of broken pencils.
But he didn’t care about that.
What he wanted was already here; he just had to figure out how not to scare Katya away again.
"Yes, Solnyshka," Sergei cooed, and Anya had just about had enough.
"Alright, that’s enough, boy genius. What did you do to owe your apology to your subordinate?" Anya said like that was supposed to give the alpha some clarity. But he was still staring, still watching Katya.
It was almost disgusting how Sergei was close to keening and kneeling for Katya.
Anya could already see it from afar, and honestly, she had never been so glad to have stayed because how else was this shit supposed to be explained to a normal person?
"I may have sped a hundred over twenty," Sergei said.
Anya stiffened.
Then...
"All that and your embarrassing Saturday memories didn’t surface in your head? Damn, omega."
