Shael prepared the breakfast and came to the bedroom to wake up Ronan.
"Ronan, wake up. We are getting late for the doctor's appointment," Shael came closer to the bed, "Ronan."
Ronan was sound asleep, lying still. For a moment Shael's heart sank, and he settled down beside him, placing his hand on Ronan's arm across his waist to shake it, "Ronan!"
Ronan moved his arm away, making Shael's hand slip along, and his head crashed into Ronan's abs.
"What, do you want a hug in the morning?" Ronan sat up and spread his arms, "Come here."
Shael's eyes flickered out of embarrassment, and he went into Ronan's sturdy arms, "It was an accident."
Ronan knew it, but he needed an excuse to get closer to him. He tightened his grip, almost making it hard for Shael to breathe.
"It's strange... his touch feels strange... making me crave for him more," Ronan thought.
Shael pulled back, "Breakfast is ready. You will run late for your appointment."
Ronan got up and entered the washroom without saying anything. As they were done with breakfast, Sorrell came to pick them up.
After the appointment, they headed to Ronan's designer, the original protagonist's designer, to order custom made clothes. Ronan had no time to get his clothes tailored as he was too busy with the company and pursuing Shael. He was busy giving measurements and noticed Shael looking at delicate, pretty laces.
Shael traced their design with a gentle touch of his fingertips, a faint smile on his face.
"You like delicate, pretty looking clothes?" Shael pulled his hands away at Ronan's words.
"Not really, it's just they looked pretty."
"Pick up the laces you like."
"Mmm?" Shael looked at him, lost.
"Pick up the laces you like."
Shael hesitated for a while and picked some laces.
Ronan dragged him inside, "Show him some delicate, pretty fabrics," he instructed the employee.
"Ronan, what are you doing?"
"Well, if you like them, let's customise your clothes accordingly."
"But what will others think?" Shael countered.
"Nothing, you are an omega. Wearing pretty clothes is not a big deal."
"But that will make me look weak and vulnerable."
"I will protect you. I'm your Alpha."
"I don't want to look weak," Shael took a step back.
"Well, you are weak," Ronan's words shook Shael.
"You think I am weak?" Shael looked into his eyes to search for his sincerity.
"I am just saying because you are an omega. I don't know much about you, maybe if I remember everything, I might be able to take a guess if you are weak or not," Ronan's words were as emotionless as his face.
Shael was considered weak for the very reason that he was an omega. Although that might be true, he hated being labelled as one.
Shael clutched onto laces tightly before placing them on the table, "I don't need it." He walked out, Ronan's eyes tracing him walking away.
"These are the fabrics usually used for omegas' clothing. Your omega would like..." The employee noticed that Ronan was alone, "Are you not taking a look at the fabric anymore?"
"Show them to me."
Ronan chose the fabric himself, "I will send you the dress size, make some pretty shirts." Ronan grabbed the laces, "Use them to design the clothes."
"Yes, sir. We will do our best."
Ronan walked out, heading to the car where Shael was already settled in the backseat.
"So you don't want to be called weak," Ronan said as soon as he settled beside Shael. He turned to lean over him, pressing him hard under his hand's grip. Sorrell's expression stiffened, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
Shael fought hard to get out of Ronan's stronger grip, but he couldn't even budge a little bit, "You are hurting me," he said desperately, as Ronan's grip on his hands caused redness.
"See, you are weak," Ronan's voice was harsh. He pulled himself back and leaned back, "Stop pretending to be stronger when you are not."
Shael gripped his wrists that had red marks around them and looked at Ronan timidly. Shael looked like he would start sobbing in a few seconds. Then he noticed Sorrell looking at them from the front mirror and quickly avoided his gaze out of embarrassment. He looked out of the window, trying to hold in his emotions.
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Ronan glanced at him and sighed, "You are pushing me to choose the other way to complete the tasks. You better start trusting me, or things will get a little messy."
The car set off and a moment of silence went by, heaviness evident inside the car.
"How are company matters unfolding?" Ronan asked Sorrell and broke the silence.
"Secretary Raven has been handling things very well. Most of the projects are pending since they need your guidance," Sorrell replied in a formal tone.
"I will join the company in a few days, but I wouldn't really understand the matters. How about you assist Mr. Raven with company matters," Ronan looked ahead at Sorrell, "I will hire a driver so you don't have to be distracted from work."
"Yes, President," Sorrell glanced at him before looking ahead, "I will follow your instructions."
The car stopped, and they got off to head inside , Shael slowly trailing behind Ronan.