All Chapters of Omega’s Project : Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

TOMMY..“Tell me,” she said, her voice now professional. “What led you to punch him?”My throat tightened as I stared at her. My mind spiraled. Where do I start from? How could I tell her what had happened? Madeline adjusted the glass perched on her nose. “You have to tell me what happened,” she said, “That’s the only way I could be of help to you.”I raked my hand through my hair, pulling at my strands, like uprooting them might actually make me forget. Make me feel alright.A sigh, and then I told her everything. How Liam had been following me around. Threatening to make me fall in love with him. How he…how he…tried kissing me.Madeline dipped her chin into her chest, her fingers tightening around her pen briefly. “He kissed you?”“No, he tried too.” The words snapped out. “We couldn’t really call that a kiss. His lips just touched mine, our tongues remained in our mouths.” I had no idea what I was saying. Words just kept spilling out of me.Madeline nodded. “Fine, let’s say he

GERARD..Driving Tommy to work felt… domestic. That was the word my brain spent the last ten minutes searching for, trying to describe the warmth that settled in my chest.I hummed, my head swaying slightly as we blurred past the city. The sun rays fell across his face, softening him in a way I couldn’t describe.“Do you want me to pick you up?” I asked, my smile widening.Tommy glanced at me through the corner of his eyes, and then his lips twitched. “You’re enjoying this more than I thought.” He had no idea how good this felt.“If you enjoy being my driver for today,” he said, “I don’t mind.”Driver, he’d said. But with the way his eyes glinted, I was almost sure he could feel what I was feeling.Spending the night together, waking up, showering, fucking, and driving to work together. These were things couples do.My grip around the steering wheel tightened, as I fought the urge to reach over and kiss him. The only thing stopping me was that if I did, we’d both end up in a car cr

Tommy..My eyes jumped between Liam and Madeline, before finally resting on her.“So this is it?” I asked. “Isn’t this unethical? Lying to a patient?”Madeline arranged her glasses and exhaled. “I didn’t lie,” she said, her voice annoyingly calm. “Today is indeed your last session, and after the session, you can sign your discharge.” I raised my brows and my lips parted.But like she already knew what I was about to say, she responded first.“And Liam also needs this,” she said, “both of you need it. And your therapist, it is my job to make sure you’re properly treated.” The air thickened as I glared at her.“If you want this to end as soon as possible,” Madeline said, “I advise you to sit.”Liam rounded the sofa and dropped onto it, his hands resting on his thighs, the key buried deep in his pocket.I stood for a while, my eyes still flickering both of them, and in the pocket. I remembered the way Liam had pinned me that day, and I could barely get out of his grip. That meant I c

Tommy..“Follow me,” I grunted, raising myself off the chair.Gerard didn’t hide it. His gaze hardened, his lips pressed into a thin line.Something shifted in me. But I tried to swallow whatever that was down. It wasn’t going to be of any help to me.Liam followed behind, shutting the door after us. We walked down the narrow hallway that had still not been touched by the workers.We entered another room.“Close the door,” I said, leaning against the desk and crossing my legs.Liam shut the door harder than necessary.Silence treated every corner of the office as he just stared at me, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed.I threw a brow up. “You said you have something to say to me…say it.”Liam hissed. “I knew you wouldn’t keep to your words.”I forced a smirk. “What are you talking about?” I asked.“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about?” His jaw ticked.My stomach tightened. Guess you can’t really run away from your problem. It sits and waits right for you to return. I r