The Omega For Sale

Greyson’s POV

It was hard to believe anything and the entire situation was extremely messy, but one thing was for sure.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Jessy was not lying.

Call it a gift or natural instinct, but I just knew when a person was lying or being deceitful and that was why it was easy to believe Freya earlier in the morning and when Emilia had come with her conspiracy I had been able to see through it.

There was one thing here though. The picture had left my room and someone had taken it. And I was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Zoe’s face was a mask of pure innocence and surprise when Jessy kept her little fingers pointed at her.

It was hard to believe the little girl that this person would have come into her room at night to plant something and threaten her alongside but she was adamant that Zoe was the ‘Mean lady.’

“Zoe?” I asked the three years old that currently had my two fingers in a death grip.

She nodded her head not taking her eyes off the said woman.

“Jessy? What’s the problem?” Zoe asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

The moment Zoe spoke, Jessy let go of my fingers and hugged my legs tightly with her small arms, burying her face in the material of my pants.

“Jessy?” I called but her face remained buried and she refused to move. Was she breathing okay?

“Master, is there a problem?” Zoe finally asked, once it was obvious that the girl attached to my leg was not letting go of it anytime soon.

“Yes Zoe, go to my office and wait there for me.” I instructed and the head maid nodded her head in understanding moving to do as told.

I couldn’t exactly move from my position, courtesy the little koala that was attached to my leg and for a full five seconds I stood there doing nothing except rubbing at my chest.

There was a physical pain there that I couldn’t even tell its origin. If I were asked in the moment to explain why it was there, I wouldn’t even be able to, but the sight of the blonde haired mini version of my personal maid wrapped around my legs flooded me with certain emotions.

“Jess. Hey, she’s gone now.” I whispered to the three years old and at those words she peeked at her surroundings and when she was sure that it really was safe as I had said, she let go.

Not entirely. Her small fingers were still holding on to my pants but at least now her face wasn’t pressed against the side of it.

I squatted in front of her until I was at her eye level and I gently wiped the tears that were silently rolling down her cheeks.

“What’s the problem Jessy? Why are you so scared?” I asked softly, hoping to understand the younger girl’s actions a little better.

“Scawed.” She repeated my word and I nodded my head, trying to encourage her.

“Did Zoe hurt you?” I asked once more but there was a distracted look in her eyes already, she was observing my face so intensely that I subtlety swiped my palm across it to check if there was something on it.

“Pwetty, pwetty eyes.” She whispered again. This time taking my face in both of her small hands and looking deeply into my eyes.

I squirmed under her gaze, because it felt like through her innocent blue-grey eyes, she could see everything in my soul. It felt like she could see everything about me and the things I had been through and done and that thought made me uncomfortable.

I knew that it was impossible, there was no way that she could actually see into my soul or read my past through my eyes but I averted my eyes from hers anyway, my life or soul wasn’t something a three years old should ever have to take a peek at.

It would taint her for sure.

And looking at the little girl in front of me, that was the last thing I wanted.

“Answer me Jessy. Did Zoe hurt you?” I asked again, more firmly this time hoping to get her attention, and it worked because she nodded her head rapidly.

“She say mommy bad and she say if you tell mommy I hit you. And she shake me like this.” Jessy said and went ahead to try to shake me again, just the way she had done back in my office.

And it confused me. Zoe didn’t fit this description, in fact although she were the head maid and most people would expect that she would be the biggest or maybe tallest one amongst the maids, it wasn’t the case.

Zoe was a scrawny girl and no matter how much she ate, she just never seemed to add on any weight and she just had the outlook of someone that could never hurt a fly and in all the time that I have known her, she never has.

It was why, the one time that she had screamed so loud, I had been thrown off guard and surprised.

So it was really hard to picture her in the light that little Jessy was trying to paint but just a look at the girls face let me know that she wasn’t lying.

Tears were still falling down her face even with Zoe out of the room and her lips wobbled piteously. For some reason the sight did not please me. Not in the least.

“Don’t cry Jess.” I whispered to the small girl and she nodded her head in answer but the tears continued to fall.

I was at a loss at this point. I didn’t know what to do, but before I could try to think through my options, small arms were wrapping around my neck in a hug.

I froze in reaction and for a moment my hands hung limply by my side feeling too heavy to move.

Jessy’s scent filtered into my nose and it was familiar. I couldn’t exactly make out the scent but it just reminded me of something warm, same with the way her hands felt around me.

It felt like the purest form of love I could ever receive and I wasn’t even sure if I deserved it but I wanted to savor this moment, if only for a second and so I wrapped my arms around the younger girl and allowed her scent to flood my senses and calm me down.

And that was the way her mother found us.

The slight gasp at the end of the room was not supposed to be heard by anyone. I could tell by the way Freya brought her hands to her lips as if to send back the sound when I looked up to meet her eyes.

Jessy finally let go of me and there was no more tears in the younger girl’s eyes, her lips even had a wide smile and I could not help but return it, momentarily forgetting her mother that was stood by the door.

“Warm like bunny.” She said softly to me and I furrowed my brows in confusion.

Who was bunny?

I didn’t have an opportunity to ask because in the next second Jessy was turning around and moving in the direction of her mother who had thankfully recovered from her initial shock.

“Hungee mommy.” The little girl said quietly to her mother, who only nodded her head before turning around to lead her back to the kitchen, I assume.

But not before throwing one last glance my way. One glance that connected her green orbs with my grey ones and threw me back to the night before.

The pleasure that had danced in those same eyes, the way those eyes had regarded me and had left me tingling all over and trembling like a leaf.

I could feel the hairs on my body rise as these thoughts threatened to consume me and I shook my head gently to clear it.

Making my way back to my office once I recovered.

Zoe was shuffling from one foot to another on her spot and I could see that the long wait had affected her.

The moment she heard the door close, she whipped her head back so fast, I feared it might disconnect from its root.

One thing remained though, the same look of confusion that had been swirling in her dark eyes previously were still doing the same. I settled down in my seat and watched her for a moment.

There were different kinds of omegas when they were purchased or acquired. The ones that were excited at the prospect of a change in environment from what they were used to, that wanted to please and looked forward to their new roles and Masters. Like Emilia.

Then there were the ones that were frightened and maybe even cried. The ones that had no idea what their new situation held in stock for them and were scared to find out. Like Freya.

Then there was Zoe.

One of the very few maids who fit neither of these descriptions.

The most noticeable thing about Zoe when she started serving here was her observance. The girl had eyes as dark as the night but those dark eyes seemed to see everything.

As the time went on, she changed. Not in the way that made her less observant, but in the way she spoke, looked, even acted.

Especially after the incident.

She had once become too forward and maybe it was circumstances that surrounded the situation but it was a long time before I noticed the change. And the maid had taken my kindness as at the time as a green light for her advances.

Many people purchased omegas as not only slaves but also as objects to satisfy their sexual desires and granted that whenever I purchased an omega, I purchased the best and the most beautiful but it didn’t mean that I did it because I had intention of sleeping with my maids.

So I wasn’t sure the exact thing that had led Zoe to believe she would be an exception.

Well there was an exception now, but I couldn’t exactly explain how it had happened with my personal maid and that was something I did not want to think about in this situation.

But ever since I put the head maid in her place and made sure she remained there, she changed.

And the unnerving thing was that I couldn’t exactly tell what changed with her, there was just a different aura to the girl.

I plucked the picture from my desk where I had placed it before leading Jessy out of the room earlier.

“Did you at any point leave your room last night?” I asked, going straight to the point. They all knew that part of me. I didn’t ever beat around the bush.

“No Master.” She replied.

“Zoe.” I called and she flinched slightly, which surprised me because my voice wasn’t even that loud, only slightly firm.

“Were you in Freya’s room last night?” I asked once more, looking intently at her hoping to catch every of her reaction.

“Freya? Why would I be in Freya’s room?”

I only raised my brows at her question. She didn’t really expect me to answer that, did she?

“No Master. I was never in Freya’s room at any point last night. Matter of fact, it has been a while that I’ve been there.” She said finally.

I sighed heavily, rubbing my forehead gently to chase away the headache that had begun throbbing behind my eyelids.

“Have you seen this? Recently?” I added the last part on second thought.

And Zoe furrowed her brows in thoughts but then she shook her head negatively.

“No Master. I haven’t.” She replied.

There were no signs to prove that she were lying. She wasn’t fidgeting or acting weird. She just looked confused.

I couldn’t decide to just punish everyone involved because that would be wrong considering the fact that I had nothing on them.

“You’re dismissed. Ask Freya to bring me a cup of coffee.” I instructed, leaning back in my seat to relieve my back.

It felt like my entire day had been a roller coaster and the day was not even half over yet. I might need more than a cup of that coffee to see me through it.

Something weird was going on and I was going to find out what it was. There was no way in hell that this picture would have moved from my room and supposedly appeared in Freya’s room by itself.

But for now, I’ll let it rest.