I nodded stiffly, knowing he meant Shane. “I will.”
Shane was a danger not just to me, but to the other omega employees if he chose to turn his frustrations onto them instead. I didn’t know if he would even show up again after the pseudo-beating he got from Rafael, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
A dark voice in the back of my mind spat:Then maybe you should have been safer with Axel.
I winced, then shook my head hard, trying to clear the thoughts. Ever since Kaden said that remark, I knew it would stick with me like a burr that refused to come loose. But I was on the clock now and didn’t have time to spare thinking about how shameful and disgusting Kaden must have thought I was.
Instead, I told the manager about Shane, then put on my best fake smile and got to work.
It was only a few hours later that the sickness struck again.
12
Rafael
Work was mind-numbing, but at least it was over at five. I grabbed my jacket and joined the throng of people leaving the building. The elevator was so packed I decided to take the stairs instead. At least it would help relieve some of my energy.
Not my sexual frustration, though.
My pants had been uncomfortably tight all damn day and I was looking forward to relieving it, whether with Skylar or the old-fashioned way, with my hand.
I drove to the Omega Angel Café, parked on the street, then sat there for a minute. I realized I’d come here automatically without even thinking about it.
I really was obsessed with Skylar, wasn’t I?
My fingers tightened around the wheel.Or maybe I’m worried he’ll run into trouble again.
It was barely five-thirty, hours away from the café’s closing time. There was no way I could sit in my car the entire time like some creep. Hell, I’d get towed before the café even closed for the night.
But the protective feeling gnawed at me. Maybe I was just being overbearing, but the idea of Skylar getting harassed again made my blood boil. I growled out loud without realizing it.
What am I, a guard dog?
I sighed. I was being ridiculous. I flipped the engine back on, ready to drive home, have dinner and wash up, and maybe return to the café later so I didn’t seem so desperate.
But that was when the front door opened and Skylar came out, clutching his stomach.
“Skylar!” I cried.
I shook the car with how quickly I slammed the door open and shut and I ran out to his side. His face was pale and sweat trickled down his brow, but his eyes widened in surprise to see me.
“Raf,” he said weakly. His voice was hoarse, and I didn’t know if he said my nickname to be affectionate or because he couldn’t even manage to say my entire name.
“God, what happened?” I asked, putting my arms around him to support him. He leaned into me. He was trembling.
“Nothing, I just got a little sick,” he mumbled. “They sent me home.”
“Fuck, Sky. Come on.”
I led him carefully to the passenger seat. Normally if he was still feeling sick I’d insist he grab a bag or something but right now I was more worried about his health than my car’s leather seats.
I hit the gas, taking off a little higher than the speed limit.
“Where…?” he murmured. His head fell listlessly against the window. “My place is in the opposite direction.”
“We’re not going to your apartment,” I said. “I’m taking you to a doctor.”
He let out a groan. “I don’t need a doctor.”
