Love Me, My Omega!

TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW:

"Sure. It's a date, then?" I suddenly felt my heart skip a beat as he smiled at me while saying those words. "Really?" I said as my lips slowly curved into a smile. He nodded while still smiling at me. "Thank you so much!" I said and bit my lower lip.

He said it's a date... Hehehe...

Ah... Why do I feel like I'm on cloud nine?

After we talked to each other a bit more, I bid goodbye and told him I'd wait for him outside the campus on Monday. I drove home with a wide smile on my face. I was humming as I walked to the elevator, and when I was finally inside my unit, my smile was suddenly wiped off my face.

"Haaa... Right." I frowned when I saw how messy the whole place was. These past few days, I've been too busy that I didn't have enough time to clean the unit.

I've been preparing for the opening of an art gallery. I want to exhibit my paintings there, so I've been polishing my latest work nonstop.

It would have been better if I had a studio. I still haven't found a studio to rent, so I'm still using my unit as a temporary studio. Plus, there's less hassle since I don't have to leave.

I rested for a bit and started cleaning up slowly after. I've only tidied up a bit and the place is still not really that clean, but I'll finish cleaning tomorrow.

I then continued finishing my painting so I could have spare time on Monday since we have a date.

Just the thought of going on a date with Justin makes me happy. I wonder what I should wear? I wonder what he's gonna wear? Where should we go for a date? What would he like to have for dinner? Does he like fancy restaurants?

I smiled. "I guess I have to make plans later," I muttered to myself while still smiling.

My hands have gotten dirty because of paint, so I went to the kitchen and washed my hands. After that, I walked to the fridge and took the left over pizza I ordered yesterday and heated it up.

I'm so hungry, but I'm too tired to cook my own dinner.

ραпdα nᴏνɐ| сom I ate the two slices of pizza I had left and threw the box after. I brushed my teeth and went to my room to take a quick shower.

While I was showering, I kept thinking of Justin. I kept thinking of different scenarios that could possibly happen during our date.

Cheesy cliche scenes were flashing on my mind, but I still felt butterflies in my stomach as I thought about spending time with him. What if we kiss? How should I do it? Should I just give him a peck? Well, it's not like I'm complaining or something, but a peck really isn't a kiss. Should I french kiss him?

I imagined kissing him until we gasp for air. I suddenly remembered when we had sex last time.

That felt really... good.

He was so warm. His moans were like music to my ears, that I did everything I could to give him the best experience in bed and to hear him moan louder as he begs for more.

'Aaahh...'

'I-It feels so g-good...'

'Harder... deeper...'ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

I clenched my jaw and as I started breathing heavily.

Damn it. I'm hard.

I touched my dick and rubbed it with my hands in an up and down motion.

I want to hold him. I want to kiss him. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want to feel his insides twitching and hear him moan my name as he cums. I want to be inside him so bad.

As I moved my hand faster, I found myself nearing my climax. "Haa... Haaa..." I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes when I finally finished. I looked at my hand, feeling the stickiness of my semen.

"Damn it. What am I doing?"

*****

Today is finally Monday. Yesterday, I finished painting quickly. It wasn't half-assed at all, I guess...?

I breathed in and breathed out as I tried to calm myself down. I shouldn't be nervous. Why am I acting like this? It's not like this is the first time I'm going on a date.

I decided to wear a black blazer with a dark gray shirt underneath, denim pants, and white shoes to look casual. I also wore sunglasses and styled my hair a bit with pomade. I have to at least give an effort on how I look, right?

As I leaned my back against my car, I noticed that people kept throwing glances at me. Well, not to brag, but it's nothing uncommon for me. I kind of got used to their murmurs and stares.

"Hi, can I get your number?" A woman with a blushing face approached me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I already have a partner," I said and smiled a little. Well technically, he's not my partner yet, but soon, he will be. "Oh, I understand," the woman said and walked away, embarrassed.

How many times have I been asked for my number today?

"Hey." I turned to the direction where the voice came from. "I'm sorry, but I already have a partner," I said and smiled apologetically. The man with long red hair just laughed and said, "Woah, you're so full of yourself." My brows furrowed. Did I misunderstand him?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have misunderstood your purpose. What did you want to say to me?" I asked, trying to be as polite as possible. "Hah. I don't know what he sees in you," he whispered, though I could still hear him. "Are you the alpha who slept with Justin?" He asked as he looked at me with a serious yet displeased look in his eyes.

How does he know Justin?

"And what if I am?" I said as I lifted my chin, trying to look more dominant. His black eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

I removed my sunglasses to have a better look at him. Hmm... I certainly look better than this bastard in front of me.

He just looks a little good. That's all. I'm sure Justin would agree that I look better than him. Tsk.

He sighed and clenched his jaw. "Keep him safe. That's all I wanted to say," he said as he looked away. "Looks like you're going on a date with him. I'll get going now," he said and walked away without waiting for me to speak again.

Who the hell is he?

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