An Omega For Sale by Kess

Chapter 172

There were no more kisses or anything sexual between us. It was always about him making sure I was okay and I wasn’t hurting anywhere.

I loved this side of him and I appreciated it but I really loved the way our relationship was before all of this, I loved our intimacy, I loved that he was willing to train me at a point before we found out about the twins.

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Now he would shut me down and ask me to forget about training whenever I asked because he didn’t want me to get hurt. I couldn’t go anywhere without him or without an escort and it drove me mad that I couldn’t go out in the evenings for a stroll to release some of the tensions inside me.

I understood that he was being careful and looking out for me as best as possible. But I have also realized that there wasn’t a lot we could do. If there were still people that wanted to get to me then they would, regardless of how much security or precautions he took. I needed him to understand that.

I couldn’t remember falling asleep but I woke up to something tickling my cheeks and when I opened my eyes it was to find Greyson trailing a finger on my face.

“Hi.” He greeted when I opened my eyes. I offered him a small smile and returned the greeting.

“When did you get home?” I asked, sitting up in bed and stretching a little.

“Now You look tired. Should I have let you sleep some more? I wanted you to join us for dinner that’s why I woke you up.” He said.

“No, no it’s fine. I think I’ve had enough sleep. How was your day”

a lot of progress today and I think it will only get

the little bandage that Christie had

I

“You what?”

I didn

shout as loud as he just did and so

this. You should be

Rage overcame my

frame at his

the bed so I could better express

Greyson. In case you don’t know, it usually happens. I’m not dying, it’s just a simple cut! How long do you expect me to be locked in here?

don’t know Freya! Read a book maybe? Do something on your cellphone? Sleep? Any fucking thing that

Greyson scream at me in the way that he was doing currently and hearing him do it and say the things he was saying,

do this anymore. I would just eventually

the closet and pulled out a pair of shoes which I slipped onto my feet

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