Chapter 150
Ciel
Ivan asks me again about my day, and it would be rude to give him a curt response when he just said all that.
Besides, Ivan's my friend. And I've never had a friend before. Let alone an omega friend.
So I start texting. And typing. And I can't stop myself.
About the frustrations. About the kitchen I'm not allowed to use, the chefs who smile politely while telling me I don't belong. About the "duties" that feel like being dressed up and displayed. About sitting in this room watching the two people I love do things that matter, while I just...
exist.
I send it before I can second-guess myself.
The three dots appear immediately.
💬Ivan: I'm going to give you a call right now.
I stand up. Jack and Nolan are both still engrossed in their work—Jack frowning at a document, Nolan typing something with the kind of focus that makes the rest of the world disappear.
I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
