All Chapters of 118 Days To Seduce My Omega Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CARLA

Low chattering from the few customers synched with the quiet breeze that wafted around the café.

It was a sunny Saturday. My shift started at noon and ended in the evening. There were no classes today. 

I was taking orders from the customers and trying to do my job perfectly, regardless of the subtle glares and whisperings from my co-workers. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't affected by it. 

The door chimed as someone walked in. It was a guy. He had shades on. I hurried over to his table to take his order.

"Good afternoon, Sir. What would you like to order?"

"Hi, Carla."

The voice was familiar. Then he took off the shades and I realized who it was. My nameless neighbor. 

"Uh, hello." I held the notepad tighter, flashing him an awkward smile. "Would you like to order?"

"In a minute. Would you like to sit with me?"

"What?" I was taken aback by his request. 

"Please." He was convincing. But then, it was an odd request. Plus, I was still on the clock. 

"I—I'm sorry b

CARLA


I was breathlessly speechless for a moment, just basking in the huskiness of his deep voice and the words he said with it.


It was hard to wrap my head around it. And the more I basked in it, the more beautiful chaos it was igniting in me. 


“I want you to be my girlfriend, Carla.” He repeated, giving my hand a soft squeeze. “I don't mean a pretend girlfriend or a short-term shit. I want you to be my girlfriend. For real.”


Oh, My God. He's serious. His eyes seemed to be hurdled with heavy emotions. Or was I misreading them? 


Still, it felt too good. Too damn good to be true. This could be another huge joke. He could just be trying to mess with my head. I shouldn't fall for this. I shouldn't fall for his charms.


I shook my head. “No, Dawson. You don't mean that…”


“Yes. Fuck, yes. I do. Carla…” he moved even closer. “I want you to be my girlfriend. I–I…”


His lashes flickered. And he was heaving. I wasn't any calmer. My heart was almost caving in, awaiting the words h

UNKNOWN I watched him alight from the taxi and paid up his fare. He seemed brazen but scared at the same time. He looked around the eerily quiet area and scanned the old building. It used to be a pawn shop but it's abandoned now. The whole area is. All he had to do was walk right inside the building. That was the instruction I gave in the text message I sent to him. He did, after minutes of stalling. Again, he seemed scared but also foolishly determined. It was foolish. But it was admirable. I loved his sick courage. Which was why I anonymously reached out to him to join in my plans of ruining Dawson. He got to the building and looked around it. I didn't have to show myself to him. It wasn't part of the plan. Instead, I called his phone. I was watching through the cracked walls and saw him anxiously picking up. “I've arrived,” he said hastily, still looking around. “where are you?” “I didn't say I was gonna show myself to you,” I replied flatly. My voice sounded

DAWSON“Where the fuck is she?”I checked my inbox and still no replies from her. Didn't she check her inbox yet, or didn't she bring the phone with her?I ruffled my hair as it dawned on me. Oh, fuck me! Maybe she didn't.“Dawson,”I looked up, brushing off my distressed look as the professor handed me a list.“Here's the list of everyone here and the different groups they'd be joining for tomorrow's event.”I nodded. But why was he handing it over to me? I might be the leader of the planning committee but at the end of the day, I was still just a student.Why were they giving me so much authority?Maybe because I used to want it. I used to crave it. I used to ask for it and blackmail them if they didn't. I used to be one hell of an asshole.Well, not anymore.“You can take care of this, Sir. You don't have to give it to me.” I tried to sound as polite as I could. “And please add my name to the games. I would love to participate just like everyone else.”Because I just scanned the li

CARLAWaking up from whatever deep slumber I'd been in felt like I was rolling on spikes. Every turn I made resulted in a jolting pain. Muffled winces left my lips as I tried again, turning to my other side. My ribs ache badly, and I winced even louder. Lying back on the bed, I shut my eyes. Opening them again to a blurry effect, I had to blink a couple of times. To clear my vision. The strange ambiance. The strange smell. The bedding looked nothing like mine. The bland, white painting of the room. Everything pointed to the fact that I wasn't back at the apartment. So where was I?Sitting up was proving very difficult so I didn't bother with it anymore. I let my gaze dance around the room and caught sight of the machines beeping beside me. At the hospital, my heart sank at the realization. What was I doing in a hospital, alone?Where's…Smith? Dawson wouldn't be here. He's never been by my side at hospitals. It's always been Smith. So where was he? How did I end up here?What hap