Chapter 185: It Will Never Measure Up
(WESLEY)
It’s been a month since I left Miles and Arlo’s home. I’ve been waiting tables at some café called Magenta. I decided that it was necessary to change careers to avoid being tracked down. It is important to break patterns to stay away from the mob. That way, you stay ahead of them.
Leaving the manny position was necessary. Even so, I miss being a manny. The kids brought so much joy to my life and now I miss them. All it took to lighten my mood was their laughter. Children aren’t as complicated as adults are. I was confident in my ability to raise kids. Adults are more challenging.
In the past, I have waited tables on and off. I’ve been a manny too long that I almost forgot how hard it is to wait tables. Taking care of kids is exhausting too in a way, but at least it is rewarding. Serving hungry customers their fries and burgers isn’t nearly as fulfilling. My back and feet hurt, and by the time the shift ends, I’m usually drains and I have no energy left. I don’t remember being this tired at the end of my shifts when I was younger.
"I must be getting old or something." I mumble to myself, feeling unusually tired as I change out of my uniform. I hang the uniform in the locker that the restaurant provides for me and change into the T-shirt and Jeans that I had earlier on. I scowl when I get a little trouble buttoning my jeans. I’m ridiculously bloated these days. Maybe I’m eating too many salty foods, or maybe I’m not drinking enough water.
Once I’m dressed, I walk out of the restaurant. The boss doesn’t want us leaving through the backdoor because of his fear of us stealing things. My heart picks up as I near the register when I see a tall, dark-haired alpha paying his check. His build reminds me of Jericho and for a moment, I think it might be him.
But then the alpha turns around and I notice that it isn’t Jericho. The guy shoots me a curious glance as he passes by. I’m certain that he is wondering why I stare at me intently. I walk out of the café, surprised at how disappointed I am that the alpha wasn’t Jericho. I should have been uneasy at the thought of running into him, instead, all I felt was exhilaration. I know that it is only logical that we don’t see each other again, but I can’t stop thinking and fantasizing over Jericho. I keep telling myself that the only reason why I think of him a lot is because we had no closure.
I hate the idea that I may have hurt him by the way I left. It must have certainly confused him. I’m sure that now he thinks that I don’t care about him. Or that our short time together meant nothing to me. But that’s far from the truth. Truth is that I still think about him all day long. Lonely alphas hit on me all the time, but I have zero interest in them. I yearn for Jericho. I doubt there’s any other alpha that compares to him. The intensity of our connection refuses to leave me.
I am certain however that Jericho has moved on. I can still miss him, but I’m not sure that he misses me too. As an Adonis, he has to pick the highest quality omegas. There are tons of omegas who’d give anything to bag a rich and powerful Adonis as their alpha. But for me, power and wealth aren’t what drew me to Jericho in the first place. It was his personality. I liked his smile, his eyes, his warmth. I loved how he was protective of me.