Claiming The Rejected Omega

“For what reason is it so dull in here?” While properly adjusting the ridiculous mask she was wearing, Janet mused quietly to herself. It was made of white and black fur. She was frustrated that the only way she could keep it out of her eyes was to push it higher up the bridge of her nose. Even doing that didn’t seem to be very effective in the room’s darkness.

Prince Aiden was throwing a party and she decided to attend alone, Jason was gone for a trip, and honestly, she was so stressed with everything that had to do with Jason.

They had a fight before he left and she was so angry.

She glanced around and understood that the leave entryways were on the exceptionally far finish of the room and seeing as the room she was in was very huge and loaded up with individuals she questioned she’d have the option to make it out effectively, and the entryway prompting the lobby seemed locked from an external perspective.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She was already so drunk that she couldn’t tell if she still had all of her clothes on because the party wasn’t supposed to end for a few hours. The lights were dimmed and were a dark red color. Her relationship with alcohol was a binary one: it made her happy while also destroying her. Even the waiters who balanced trays filled with flutes of champagne and other very expensive wine were covered in some kind of mask by everyone else in the room. With the absurd masks covering their faces, no one could be identified in the dimly lit room.

It was a party for the first class and like generally they were undeniably dressed to the nine, dull suits, glossy dresses joined by extravagant gems. Despite the fact that Janet had dabbled in this world for years, she was accustomed to the setting and sneered under her breath. The world of billionaires still upended her beyond words. She could never really understand them or their activities. It was self-important individuals who had practical experience in making life unendurable for individuals they saw as being underneath them.

They went about like they possessed individuals, which intended that if one needed something severely enough they would take it or give it to another person and anticipate that they should twist around in reverse to do anything they requested from them. Just thinking about it made her sick to her stomach. She murmured, her hands going through her long hair, driving it into a braid prior to strolling around attempting to track down a spot to unwind, away from the group.

After pushing her way to the room’s end, she discovered a pillar and decided to lean against it for support. She couldn’t afford to get sick now because she was working on a big project for her company, which was why she was even here in the first place. The more alcohol she consumed, the worse her head felt. pretending to be one of these dreadful individuals.

Janet noticed that her eyelids were starting to drop, and she knew she needed to get some fresh air. She also wondered why she had consumed so much alcohol in such a short amount of time. Pushing her far beyond the stood up individuals having different discussions about cash and power, she set out toward the exit, being mindful so as to not step on her own dress.

She began to breathe more deeply as soon as she felt the cool air on her skin, her perspective slightly changed, and she shook her head in an effort to improve it.

Even though she was aware that she was so close to passing out, she didn’t care one bit that she had taken another wine glass from the tray on her way outside. It would help her get rid of her thoughts, feelings, and the sense of being suffocated that she had to deal with every day. She cursed the organizers as it got dark outside as well because she was too drunk to pay any attention to her surroundings.

She closed her eyes, pushed her hair away from her face, and let the night air blow over her. It felt like a very long time, even though she wasn’t sure how long she had been there with her eyes closed and a wine glass in her hand. And afterward she felt it, a sluggish tap on her shoulder. The person’s cool hands were giving her goosebumps on her exposed skin.

She turned to look intently at the intruder before her low hiss at the interruption. But when she saw the stranger’s face, she stumbled in her steps. He was a little taller than she was, and she noticed how perfectly dressed he was. He was wearing a plain black suede suit with a necktie; despite this, he looked absolutely delicious.

The majority of his face was covered by a plain black mask that went well with his suit. He appeared straightforward, but his posture exuded such force that she almost cowered. Almost.

The moon allowed her to catch his eye, and her heart skipped two beats as he fixed his gaze on her face, making her feel uneasy. She gently shook her head to clear her mind after those gray eyes, so beautiful and yet so familiar, brought her back to the past. She made an effort to look away from him, but it appeared as though his gaze was pulling her back toward him. He had benevolent eyes however, one that didn’t had a place in that frame of mind of pretenders, or fit the image of the individual from before.

Once more, she dismissed, humiliated at how straightforwardly she had been looking at him, should be the liquor, she contemplated internally. Taking a small step back to put some distance between them so she could refocus. He quickly moved forward, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her toward him.