Love Me, My Omega!

Chapter 73 - 72

[A few hours before Tristan went home.]

TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW:

I looked at my wrist watch to check what the time is because it's already gettinf dark. It's almost 6 pm. I should go home now because Justin is waiting for me.

I rubbed the butt of my cigarette on the ashtray that as beside me to extinguish it. I let out a heavy sigh as I started overthinking again.

If I don't do anything as early as now, I might actually lose the love of my life sooner or later. I don't want that.

I felt a stinging sensation on my chest as negative thoughts flooded my mind. It was like torture to me.

I've dated countless of people before, but I've never felt this attached to anyone. Justin makes me want to live, and losing him might also make me want to... die.

"Goddamn it," I muttered under my breath as I clenched my jaw. I should go see my father right now. Starting today, I'd beg him to just allow us to be together.

Knowing my father, even if we ran away, he'd search for us in every corner of the world. He'd leave us no place to hide. He has the money and power, so nothing could ever stop him from doing what he wants.

Handling a huge conglomerate, he has already dirtied his hands a lot of times already. If he says he wants someone's existence gone, he could do that with a single snap of his fingers. I wouldn't risk Justin's safety for that.

The options I have right now is either lose my love and do what my father wants, or beg.

Beg.

That's what I choose. I'd rather lose my pride than lose Justin.

I headed back to my car and drove to my father's house. I don't know if he's home right noe or if he's at one of the companies, but I'm still going either way.

As soon as I got to their house, I immediately went inside and searched for him. I knocked on his door countless of times, but to no luck, there was no response from him.

"Oh, Tristan? Are you looking for your dad?"

I turned to see who spoke to me and saw that it was Mima, the head maid. She has grayish hair from old age and has wrinkles on her face, neck, and arms.

I smiled at her a little and said, "Yes. Is dad here?" She shook her head. "Your dad is still at work. Are you gonna wait for him?" She said as she gave me a questioning look. "Ah, yes. I have something to talk about with him. When will he arrive home?" I asked. "I don't know when he'd get home. If you're going to stay here for a while, why don't you have a meal first? It's getting pretty late," she said as she gave me a gentle smile.

I don't want to refuse Mima's offer for a meal because it's been a while since I've seen her. She'd probably feel sad if I did.

"Okay, Mima," I smiled at her.

As we walked to the dining room, I put my hands in my pocket to look for my phone. I have to call Justin and tell him that I'd be home late and that I won't be eating dinner at home.

"Where's my phone...?" I whispered to myself as I kept touching my pockets, desperately looking for it.

I'm pretty sure I didn't leave it inside the car since I didn't use it earlier. Maybe I left it at the cafe? I'll go there tomorrow to ask if I left it there.

For now, I should just borrow a phone and text Justin. But the problem is... I don't memorize his number. He changed his number recently, so I haven't memorized it yet. As for people who could contact him in my stead, well... I don't memorize anyone else's number aside from his.

I sighed as I bit my lower lip.

He'd probably eat without me and sleep if I get home late, right? That's how things have been lately because I got too busy with things regarding the matter between my dad and I.

"You keep sighing. Is there something wrong?" Mima asked as she stopped walking and turned to look at me. "It's nothing, Mima. I'm just a bit tired. That's all," I smiled at her to reassure her that everything is fine.

She looked at me with doubtful eyes but said nothing, probably sensing that I don't want to talk about it right now.

When we got to the kitchen, I waited for the maids to finish fixing the table and for the chef to place the dishes in front of me.

The meal was great, but I didn't have much of an appetite because I don't feel so good right now. After I ate, I waited in front of my dad's office again.

I waited and waited and waited and waited, until the clock striked at 9.

"What brings you here?"

A deep voice came behind me, and just from the tone of his speech and his voice, I immediately recognized who it was.

"Dad..." I called his name as I turned around to see him.

He was wearing his usual stone-cold face, and he was looking at me as if I was some kind of disturbance.

"I want to talk to you about something," I said as I avoided his eyes.

After all that show last time, lashing out at him and walking out, I'm starting to feel embarrassed about what I'm about to do.

"Come in," he said as he walked into his office first. I followed behind him and closed the door softly. He went behind his table and sat on his swivel chair as he eyed me from head to toe.

"You look like a mess. You smell bad, too. Did you smoke?" He asked and clicked his tongue. "I did," I replied briefly.

"So? What did you want to talk about?" He asked.

Before answering his question, I bended my knees and knelt on the floor while lowering my head.

"Please... Please leave Justin alone. Please let us be together. I'd do anything you want. Just... Just don't take him away from me," I said as I gritted my teeth.

A cold laughter echoed in the room. It was as if he found the situation amusing.

I clenched me jaw and breathed deeply to calm myself. I shouldn't get angry. I came here for something, and I wouldn't risk his approval for my emotions.

"Is that how you beg someone? Gritting your teeth while speaking as if you're trying to mask your anger?" He said.

I raised my head and I felt all the hair on my body stand on its ends when I saw his facial expression.

I was right. He was amused. He had a smile om his face as if he liked what he was seeing right now.

I bit my lower lip as my eyes trembled while looking at him.

"I'm sorry. I'll... I'll repeat it again," I said in a soft voice and swallowed hard, preparing myself to beg him again.

I lowered my head before speaking again because I couldn't bear looking at his face longer. "Please leave Justin alone. Please let us be together. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just please don't take him away from me," I said with a pelading voice.

"And if I don't want to? What are you gonna do?" He asked. "I'll stay here. I'll kneel here until you say yes. I'll come back here every single day and do the same thing over and over again to get your approval," I said as I raised my head to meet his eyes.

I was determined. Nothing would stop me from doing this right now. I've already let go of the little pride that was left of me, so I have nothing to lose anymore.

"Stay there, then."

And I did.

I knelt in front of him as he took care of some paper work thay he brought home. Silence filled the entire room, and the only thing that made a noise was the sound of him turning the pages of the documenta he had on his desk.

Over an hour as already passed, and he finally said something again.

"Leave. You're making me lose my desire to work," he said with a firm voice.

It's almost 11 pm. Even if I wanted to stay here longer, I couldn't do that because someone is waiting for me at home.

"Please think of what I said earlier. I'll be back again tomorrow," I said as I slowly stood up.

My legs felt weak from kneeling for a long time. My knees wobbled as I tried to stand up, but I ended up collapsing to the ground in the end.

I felt embarrassed for that, but I brushed off that embarrassment and tried standing up again, succeeding this time.

"Have a good night, dad."