All Chapters of 118 Days To Seduce My Omega Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CARLA I arrived late at work and I was almost scolded by my boss. Brian had to step in for me and tell him about the incident that happened in school. It was enough to get me off his scolding list and then he put me to work behind the counter. It's been hard to smile at the customers with how heavy and gloomy I was feeling. Still, I tried to let out faint smiles and picked my words carefully so I wouldn't come off as rude and unreceptive. But in every idle second and minute, I found myself thinking of Dawson. Rewinding that moment in that hallway where he walked right past me like I was some stranger. Being bullied and having my face bashed into the lockers didn't hurt as much as watching him ignore me did. The pain was another level and it was depressing. If I got this affected by his action, then there was no more living in denial or downplaying it. Because it just became clearer that somewhere down the line between hating him and entertaining his naughtiness and cockines

CARLATrudging into the deadly quiet hall, I had a book in one hand and my bag in the other. A couple of students walked in just the same time I did and they went ahead to take their seats. I was in a sad daze. Last night's agony was yet to wear off, and I was still as doleful. And I just might remain this way, until—My steps slowed as my eyes slanted and paused at the farthest corner of the hall. The crazy thud of my heart was a result of the excitement hijacking my insides. I let out a soft gasp, as tears burned my eyes. They were tears of joy. Just like the swelling of my heart being a happy reaction to the sight I had taken in. Dawson. He was in class, sitting next to Liam. No Nick. No Michael. Just the both of them. He didn't look as pained as he did yesterday. No, on the contrary, he looked more handsome than ever, with the black hoodie and blue denim pants.The hood was over his head, and a hair strand peered from it.Liam was also wearing a hoodie, a brown one with the

CARLASmith demanded that I stay and I did. Right next to him. On his bed. It made me a teeny bit sad that I couldn't stay next to Dawson this way when he got injured. I did wanna go to him. But his clique would have lashed out at me. That's why I stayed away. Smith hasn't said another word. His eyes were shut. But I could tell he was awake, cause he was holding my hand and his thumb was repeatedly caressing the back of my hand. It was soothing and got me dizzy. I kinda dozed off. When I woke up, he was sitting up and running a hand over my hair. My head was resting on his shoulder. I quickly leaned up. He chuckled softly."Morning, princess."I gaped. "Morning?" Did I spend the night here?"No, silly. It was a joke." His chuckle was light and had a slight wince.Oh, thank goddess. I looked around briefly. It was just us in the cubicle. There were no background noises from the hallway. It was all oddly silent. "What time is it?"He glanced at his wristwatch. "A minute to 6.""Eve

CARLA"What is wrong with you, Carla?!" Nattie, a co-worker of mine, seethed as she approached me. "What did I do?" I asked between shaky short breaths, but my heart ached as I noticed the coffee she had in her hand. "The man asked for a latte. You gave him an Americano. This is like what — the tenth mistake you've made today…""I'm sorry….""You're dumb as fuck. Where the hell is your head at?!" "Hey!" A voice snapped. It was Dawson. She turned in the direction. I didn't. I've been avoiding his gaze all day. Praying that he leaves. His presence turned me into a nervous wreck. Having his eyes drilling holes in me was the reason I made all the million and one mistakes Nattie just talked about. "You might wanna watch that tone." He warned sternly.Nattie looked deterred. Her eyes batted in fear. She scowled at me and stormed to the counter, forcefully brushing her shoulder against mine.I let out a low 'ouch', rubbing at the spot. Unable to take it anymore, I headed to his table. F

DAWSONThe rock beat from downstairs crashed against the glass windows of the VIP lounge. Followed by wild screams and the very stench of sex.It was mind-blowing to imagine what was going on down there. But I was miserable to even feel any bit of excitement. "The girls are here again," Rick Taylor whispered from the side of the couch he was seated on. He sounded pissed.I turned to the stairs. It wasn't just any kinda 'girls'. They were strippers. The best. The sexiest. The curviest. The mere sight of them would put a fucking strain on any dick. But mine was still just unaffected. Maybe because I was sulking. Or probably because none of them was Carla. "Why don't they seem to believe you when you tell them that you're not having any of them?" Rick Taylor quizzed."Probably because I used to have a lot of them when I unwind here."Saying that made me reel with guilt. It was my chaotic and erotic past. I shouldn't be so ashamed of it. But right now, I couldn't help it. I was flat-ou