The Omega's Surprise Baby BOX SET

by Bonnar King

  In response, I placed the folder I brought on the table and slid it toward him. He stared at it for a few seconds before reluctantly opening it, taking out the papers and reading in silence.

  “Not eliminate. Just reshuffle priorities.”

  “Oh.”

  “You’d certainly run away very fast last Friday,” I said, unable to help myself.

  I saw his body stiffen, though he continued reading. “I had some errands.”

  I scoffed. “At that time of the evening?”

  “Fine. I just thought you’d have gotten back to your omega hot piece of ass at the bar, and wouldn’t need me. He was probably worried that his big, strapping stranger had ditched him.”

  The answer made me stop in my tracks. His sarcasm was on point. “I checked. He wasn’t there anymore.”

  His reaction was immediate. Leo’s head whipped up, his gaze clashing with mine. I smirked.

  “These papers say you’re expecting a big surge in revenue within two months,” he said, refusing to acknowledge my response.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “How are you expecting to do that?”

  “That’s sort of what I do. Show me the ropes around the office, and I’ll let you know after that,” I said, with a confident smirk.

  Silence.

  Then Leo reluctantly nodded.

  Despite the omega obviously not liking me or the fact that I was taking over the business, he was keeping a pretty good professional front.

  Sure, there were the occasional shooting glances and muttering under his breath, but for the most part, Leo was everything you could ever want in an employee—level-headed, smart and knowledgeable in everything to do with the business. It was going to make my job easier, especially since I wanted to just get this done and over with so I could return to New York to work on my next deal.

  Two months wasn’t a workable deadline for most of the companies Andrew and I bought. We normally needed a lot longer, but I was going to do everything in my power to make it work—and if that meant being ruthless, dropping any dead weight, then I was going to be the most ruthless bastard there was.

  I didn’t care about being a nice guy. I only cared about results.

  Of course, Leo and his father didn’t need to know that.

  I kept my pleasant face on. I kept my smile to a minimum. I was polite to everyone that Leo introduced me to, remembering his story about his cheating workmate-slash-ex and trying very hard to resist asking him. Not my business. Not my problem.

  It only took a few minutes to make the rounds until we were back in my office, where he began to brief me of their weekly process, the monthly process and the likes. Things were obviously very organized when Walter was holding the reins, and I had a feeling Leo was one of the first to always fall in line. That old alpha had an aura and an air of power—which, all of a sudden, made it easier to understand why Leo was so prim, proper and always so organized. All due to his upbringing.

  Walter basically had the perfect son, one who could do no wrong.

  Except when he’s kissing strangers in a dark elevator.

  I inwardly cursed myself for going back to that thought. But for the life of me, it wouldn’t leave. I could still picture the wanton omega who’d kissed me like there was no tomorrow. His body had been tight, and his skin had been soft all over.

  My hands itched.

  My cock swelled uncomfortably at the thought of claiming him.

  Leo looked at me expectantly after his explanation of the print processes, waiting for my response.

  I shifted in my seat. Then I gave him a smile, one that started slow as I gathered my thoughts.

  “Thank you, Leo. I’ll call you back to my office when I have my final thoughts in order.”

  I didn’t want to stand up and let him see that my cock was as stiff as stone in my pants, so I remained seated, which I knew made me seem very rude and arrogant, but I had no choice.

  Leo raised a brow. Then he nodded his head and turned around, walking away quietly. I watched his tight, round butt, reminding myself that he was just part of the business. A writer. A co-worker. An employee.

  That little omega I’d wanted to fuck? Was off-limits now.

  It was a thought I’d best keep in mind if things were going to be business as usual.

  As much as I tried to focus on the task at hand, I couldn’t top thinking about Leo and his hot little body, especially his perfect round ass that I wanted to bury my cock inside. The thought of fucking that omega was on my mind every other minute of the day, and I had done hardly any work in my office.

  I knew it was wrong, but if I wasn’t physically touching him and nobody knew, it would be okay, right? Okay to rub one out? I didn’t need to ask myself twice. I pressed the button I had installed on my desk, which locked my door—something a lot of CEOs had installed in order to prevent people from barging in unannounced. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my small travel bottle of lube, which I always kept with me for times just like this.

  I quickly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my ankles while I reclined my executive leather seat and slathered the lube onto my hard cock and began stroking myself. I closed my eyes and thought about fucking Leo in every way I could imagine. I knew this was just a fantasy and not as good as the real thing, but it would have to do for now. I began to pick up speed and rub my balls with my left hand while I gripped my shaft with my right, using a twisting action as my hand went up and down. The water activated lube began to dry, so I spat in my hand and began beating my alpha meat again, while I pictured it going deep into Leo’s tight omega-hole. With a few more strokes I had reached the pinnacle and couldn’t hold back from climaxing any longer. I did my best to keep my groaning to a minimum as I shot globs of thick spunk all over my computer screen, keyboard and desk. It went everywhere, and I was spent.

  Totally worth it.

  7

  Leo

  When my dad said the new CEO and I would be working closely together, I didn’t expect it to be this close. It seemed that the introduction day was just the first of many awkward encounters.

  And I was dreading each and every single one of them.

  It wasn’t that Lucas was being flirty again, like he was in that elevator. In fact, he was nothing if not professional in his treatment—always polite, always cool, always asking me for my opinion on matters related to the business. So, what was my problem?

  Many, apparently.

  It was just that even when he was all dressed up like that; he was still so… dominant and commanding. As much as I hated to admit it, it just had a certain effect on my omega nature.

  “Meeting. Ten minutes.”

  I looked up. Lucas was standing in front of me, waiting for me to acknowledge his words. I nodded my head. He didn’t break his gaze, instead smiling slowly in a way that had my heart pitter-pattering more than it should.

  I cleared my throat. “I’ll be there.”

  Then Lucas was gone. I looked down at my desk, refusing to watch his retreating backside. I’d been doing that too many times to count now, and enough was enough.

  “Wow,” Mike whistled under his breath. He was one of my omega co-workers, and right now he was the one looking at Lucas’ butt in admiration. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Our new boss is hot as fuck.”

  I didn’t respond. Instead, I prepared the stuff I was going to bring to the meeting, then typed in a few more words on the blog article I was writing. One of our other writers called in sick for a week, hence the task fell on me.

  “Leo? Hello? Don’t you think our new boss is hot?”

  I shot Mike a look, then stubbornly stared back at the computer screen. “He’s okay, if you like that type.”

  I could feel him staring at me. “Okay? Okay? Are you blind? He is like God’s gift to omega-kind. And he’s so handsome and mysterious, too. You can tell he’s got a lot of alpha intensity going on under all that polished veneer.”
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  I stifled a scoff. “He’s nothing special, Mike. Trust me,” I said. Then I gathered my notebook and folders and headed straight for the meeting room.

  My dad was there, making relief course through me. Again, it wasn’t like Lucas tried to do anything with me. If I was being honest, he was even avoiding me in that sense, never again mentioning that hotel scenario after that first day. It was supposed to make me feel calm.

  Instead, it had my nerves on edge.

  This, in turn, had my patience running thin when Lucas started giving us a list of the segments he wanted removed from the magazine.

  I looked at the list in disbelief. Then I looked at the alpha who made it, watching his infuriatingly cool expression.

  “Are you kidding?”

  He raised a brow. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

  I scanned the list again. It contained some of our well-loved articles, those that included poetry and some short stories. With a start, I realized that at the bottom, he listed down the segments that he did want added in the magazine—and most of them included cheap, attention grabbing articles, click-bait galore, and those that involved delving into the lives of famous people.

  “You do realize this is going to turn our magazine into a regular tabloid, don’t you? We don’t do famous people. We do lifestyle and inspirational pieces.”

  “It’s not tabloid when you’re not gossiping about the famous people. We’re going to write about the human side of them, the truth, which in turn will have the readers intrigued. And we will have their consent.”

  He then began to argue his points about his list, and why each segment he listed down needed to be eliminated. It all went along the lines of having to eliminate sentimentality when it was going to do nothing but run the magazine to the ground. At the same time, he said that the pieces he wanted included would put the magazine back on the spot, would be relevant and would bring in revenue in one hit.

  “It’s not about the sentimentality,” I clipped out. “It’s about the integrity. Or does that not matter anymore?”

  We argued back and forth. My dad didn’t join in. He simply noted down the good points on my end and the ones on Lucas’ end. Then he left us there to stew over it. He didn’t say it, but I think my dad didn’t like the fact his omega son was being so assertive and talking back to an alpha. An alpha who was also our CEO.

  Over the next few days, we went over the new strategy Lucas presented, rewriting it every single time. By the end of the week, not one of us gave in to the other, which required my dad to sit in again and listen to our new points all over again.

  To my shock, my dad began defending Lucas.

  “He has a point, Leo.”

  “What?”

  My dad sighed. “We have to make some tough decisions. I’m not saying I like that we’re eliminating a lot of our old segments, but it might be the only way. I brought Lucas in because he can help assess that. Rebranding this magazine and also having the online platform might be a good idea to help us increase our readership. And you know how much we need that, Leo.”

  It was like a slap on the face. I looked at my father quietly, not saying anything. I didn’t want to argue with him on top of my argument with Lucas, knowing it would just cause a rift. Instead, I told myself to calm down.

  “Can we take a few minutes break?” I asked, keeping my voice as polite as I could manage. “I’d like to take a breather. Then we can make a final decision before the day ends.”

  “Sounds good,” Lucas said pleasantly. I did not look in his direction when I walked away.

  I stewed over it at lunchtime. I stewed over it hours later as I furiously tried to re-think it over in my mind, trying to eliminate any attachment toward the magazine. If I was the ruthless businessman who was trying to save a sinking ship of a company, what would I do?

  The exact same thing Lucas was doing right now.

  It was a hard pill to swallow. It was even harder to take knowing this was Lucas, and I just couldn’t seem to separate the sexy seducer from the businessman. It made me realize if he was right about the business, was he also right about me?

  I was still shaken that I’d lost control just like that. I never did that, especially with alphas that were obviously, blatantly trying to seduce me. But I’d been vulnerable during that time.

  And he’d taken advantage.

  And I’d let it go on and on and on.

  It wasn’t his problem that I still thought about it at night, right before going to sleep. It certainly wasn’t his issue that I was having a hard time trying to forget about it. I’d never had an alpha take me like that in the dark and made me forget who and where I was, and the total lack of control had been absolutely exhilarating.

  It was also irresponsible and unlike me to have made out with a sexy stranger in an elevator. I had to stop thinking about that night if I ever intended on seeing Lucas as just my boss.

  I took a deep breath. Then, just before the day ended, I knocked on Lucas’ office door.

  Swallow my pride, it was.

  “Come in.”

  He looked up when I opened the door, a flicker of surprise in those blue-gray eyes before he hid it completely. Quietly, I closed the door and strode over until I was standing in front of his desk. He watched me expectantly.

  I lifted my chin up.

  “You have a point. I’m agreeing to the new segments and business strategy. I want to be a good team player and help the survival of this business.”

  It must not have been what he expected. He straightened, those eyes piercing me. I didn’t look away even though I wanted to. It was too intense.

  “What made you change your mind?” he finally asked.

  “My father,” I replied. “I know how much this business means to him. I’ll do everything to keep this his legacy alive.”

  “Good. Now we can get things in motion.”

  “Now we can,” I agreed. I leaned forward, placing my palms on the desk. It was yet another move Lucas probably hadn’t anticipated, based on the way he raised a brow. “I have something else to say.”

  “Do tell,” he murmured.

  “I’m going to argue every step of the way if you step out of line. I will do my very best to still keep this magazine’s integrity—and if you change that, then expect us to clash.”

  “That is… noted, Leo.”

  “Good. Good day, Mr. Hiddleston,” I said, firmly.

  I walked away. He called my name. I stopped just as I was about to turn the doorknob, then turned my head back to look at him.

  A small smile played on his lips. A seductive one.

  “It’s Lucas.”

  He broke my tough-guy act and I couldn’t help but smile, which pissed me off because I wanted to show him how tough I was.

  Then I continued walking away without another word. It was hard being this difficult when I was so attracted to Lucas, but I needed to keep my integrity.

  8

  Lucas

  The next few weeks were riddled with mishaps and stumbling moments, but we pushed on—or rather, Leo pushed the employees to think positively about the changes and to just keep working. I already had a meeting with them on my first week in order to brief them about the changes and to introduce myself, but it was different coming from someone they trusted.

  And obviously, they trusted Leo a lot.

  After Leo agreed to the changes, we started working on the goals we had set out. It was a major shift in assignments, but everyone tackled it without complaint—at least, not very vocal ones. I was used to this part of the job, with people calling me ruthless, an asshole, and all kinds of insults under their breath or between the lines. I was even used to older employees and higher-ups getting into a power struggle with me—this was nothing out of the ordinary for me. It just came with the territory.

  To my surprise, Leo was making it easier for me, by taking the brunt of the backlash on my behalf and doing his best to let everyone know that it was in their best intere
st to accept this new direction.

  There was no denying that Leo was bold and very decisive about a lot of things. I didn’t realize just how bossy he was until I started dealing with him on a day-to-day basis. But on top of that, he was smart—very smart, in fact, that it was obvious that half the people in the office admired him exactly for it. He helped out everyone that he could—even if it meant he had to do some overtime for it. A work ethic and drive I had not seen in a long time. From an omega no less.

  My curiosity was still getting the better of me on who exactly he’d been seeing behind Walter’s back, but I decided to let it slide. Instead, I concentrated on running the show and checking figures, at the same time checking up on Andrew and the business we’d acquired in Paris.

  “They’re snobs, all of them,” Andrew said over the phone. “They all think they’re better than Americans and we’re not gonna be able to do this.”

  “What do you think? Are we really not going be able to keep that up?”

  It was a small-time book publishing company, and Andrew had been very passionate about getting it from the get-go because ebooks were still not a big deal in France, which meant that traditional print was still thriving over there. I could hear the same passion in his voice now as he responded. “Give me two months. I got this.”

  And I knew he did. We got off the phone on a positive note. Then there was another knock on my door. Walter’s head popped in to tell me he wouldn’t be attending the meeting today. I nodded. Five minutes later, I was already inside the meeting room, and Leo arrived ten minutes later. His hair was all over the place and his shirt collar was uneven as he sat on the chair beside me.

  “You’re late,” I said.

  He nodded his head.

  I hadn’t teased him since that first day on the job. I’d been resisting. But I couldn’t resist this time, not when he was looking so… wound up.

  “And you’ve been thoroughly messed up.”

  He shot me a look that would have burned a lesser alpha. I smiled in response.