Chasing And Claiming My Rejected Omega MateAlpha’s Severe Regret [BL] - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: push and pull

Malik

His eyes widened and the shock across his face was starkly obvious as he blinked at me before his eyes darted down to settle on the flower, then back on my face.

A small amount of silence dragged out between us before he let out a small laugh which sounded nervous to my own ears.

“I- what?” He started and I could feel myself starting to grow embarrassed: this wasn’t something I’ve done before, so it wasn’t like I was a pro or anything. I’ve never even done this before, and I realized that I wasn’t even sure of what I was currently doing. I had gotten the flowers impulsively and now I wasn’t sure of what I was hoping would represent Ace. Obviously it would give away the fact that I liked him, and I wasn’t Syed if that was a good idea, considering the fact that he might not like me like that, even though Jason said ridu told him that was all Ace spoke to him about. Perhaps he only ranted about hating me and wishing he could kill one from start to finish and that was it. So how the hell does that translate to him liking me?

“They’re got you.” I grunted, voice sharper than I intended and I winced, silently cursing as Ace narrowed his gaze at me, a suspicious look across his face.

“Why? What’s this supposed to mean? Is this your idea of a joke?” He questioned as he folded his arms and my eyes instantly landed on the way his lean muscles bulged slightly. Gods, he was so fuvking hot. He was tall, but I was taller. My height didn’t ever deter him or stop him from mouthing off at me constantly. His face was handsome in a really striking way. He was pretty, but not as pretty as a girl, it was more in a handsome, manly way, and I was kind of obsessed with how he looks. His eyes were blue in color and each tone they glared at me, I had to remind myself to not get hard, but sometimes I always end up forgetting that warning anyway.

“As a matter of fact, it isn’t. I got them for you because I thought you’d like it.” I responded smoothly, voice no longer tight and Ace peered at me in confusion, clearly trying to figure out if there was a game I was playing at. I rolled my eyes, not blaming him one bit. I stepped closer to him, watching as his throat bobbed but he held his ground and refused to inch backward.

Good, that’s exactly what I liked about him. He was daring and confident and cocky and loud and all of that got to me way lore than it should. Perhaps it was because I was tired of people being putty in my hands without any sort of fight, it makes it feel boring at this point. Ace was like a fresh breath of air, he was refreshing, he was funny, and also very smart. Which was honestly why we argued a lot, because I didn’t like to agree with him even though he was clearly right in a situation, I prefer to insist on an obviously wrong question just to get him worked up and make him argue with me. He always looked so hot with his nose flaring with anger and his hands clenched in fists like he’d wish to punch me.

“Why though? You hate me, don’t you? So why are you getting me flowers?” He asked, blinking up at me. His lashes were no longer wet but they were still curled sexily and I had to physically force myself to not lean into his throat and take in a deep inhale of his citrusy scent which was quickly becoming my favorite scent out there.

I let out a small laugh while shaking my head. “I definitely don’t hate you, Ace.” I said and he rolled his eyes, clearly not believing me.

But then he glanced at the flowers and hesitantly reached for it. Our hands brushed and tingles shot through my fingers as he quickly pulled away and tentatively scented the flowers.

“How do you know I like flowers?” He asked and I shrugged. I honestly hadn’t known, I had just guessed. But from the time we managed to speak without arguing, I know he liked sweet and thoughtful gestures like this- he was a big romantic.

His eyes fell close as he inhaled the scent of the flowers and I felt my heart flutter loudly in my chest, right before I got slammed by a sharp wave of desire.

Not wanting it to become obvious in my scent, I whirled around to leave but a light grip around my wrist stopped me and I stiffened before slowly turning around.

“Thanks, for… you know.” He gestures to the flowers and I nodded tensely, feeling my face heat up a little.

When I turned around to leave this time, he didn’t stop me.

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After that night, it felt like something shifted between us. We still argued, but not as much as we used to. Infact, we rarely argued, because I stopped being an asxhole to him. That made me get to know and understand him more and more. Ace was far more interesting than I expected, and it was intriguing, getting to find out more about him as the days slowly bled into weeks.

Whenever I go out, I stop to get him flowers. That had become a ritual between us. One day I decided to pair it with chocolates and ever since then, I never got the flowers without the chocolates.

Gradually, I could feel the tension between us rising with each passing day, but I didn’t do anything about it because I didn’t want to fuck this up, and he didn’t do anything about it either. So it was just there between us, like a topic we’re to never speak about.

One night after about two weeks of us falling into this easy routine, I forgot to get the flowers and he pouted at me once he noticed, and that completely caught me off guard- in a very pleasant way, and a daring part of me had pushed me into asking him if he wanted a kiss instead this time.

His beautiful eyes widened and his composure cracked, making him stumble. That made his phone fall on his knee and scratch his calf, and that was the end of that moment. His face had been flushed pink when I insisted on helping him take care of the cut. I had put him on the kitchen counter- a shameless excuse to get my hands on him, and as I cleaned the scratch, I didn’t miss the way his scent sweetened or the way his teeth dug into his lips as his eyes kept zeroing in on my lips every now and then.

I badly wanted to bring up the topic of that kiss, but I didn’t want to overwhelm him; or make him feel pressured. That might not be something he wants even if he might be intrigued by the idea of it. That made my insides turn a little sour and I forced myself to stop thinking about it, then I pointed out to myself that I’ve made a first move- even though that couldn’t actually be called a move. Now it’s up to him to make one right back at me if he truly wanted this.

The next day, we hung out with Jason and his mates. Their wedding date was fast approaching and I was eagerly looking forward to it. Jason deserved all the happiness in the world after all that he had been through and his mates were really cool guys as well. I was gonna be Jason’s best man and I was pretty hyped up about that.

“Ace is gonna be your date for that day, right?” Rory asked, his gaze darting between Ace and I. Ace’s panicked eyes darted to me and before us he could blurt out a response that might break my heart, I gave a firm nod.

“Yes. That’s right.”

Acs stiffened beside me for a moment before relaxing and Rory beamed at the top of us, then his gaze locked with Ace’s, whose face turned pink as he averted his gaze hurriedly before he leaned into my touch.

I didn’t know what to make of that, so I continued to massage Ace’s neck with my hand loosely draped over his seat. I didn’t even realize when I began to do that till this very moment, and I realized that I’ve been doing a lot of things for him and to him unconsciously. Like opening doors, pulling out seats for him, or brushing his hair, his check or his neck with my fingers. His skin always felt warm and smooth and soft against my fingers so I was kind of addicted to touching it.

What does that mean??

In all honesty, I was too scared to find the answer to that question.