All Chapters of The Nerdy Omega’s Three Protectors : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

**Orlando’s POV**I know it was disappointing for Aiden when I turned down the date after everyone had carefully planned it, but what could I do? Guilt has been eating me up; seeing him would only make it worse.Still, I have decided to tell him the truth, which is why today I asked him to meet me at my favorite street-food restaurant downtown.I am going to tell him everything, and I am also going to accept every single punishment he has waiting for me.I dressed in something casual, simple jeans and a soft cotton shirt then threw a light jacket over the top. I ran a comb through my hair, the bristles catching briefly, and raced downstairs, the soles of my sneakers slapping against the wooden steps.My parents have restricted me from going outside without a driver accompanying me; it’s their way of keeping me from seeing Aiden.I had already informed my personal driver of the trip downtown, so I slipped into the cool leather back seat and waited for him to get in and drive me. The fa

Aiden's POV I walked on, bumping into people on the crowded sidewalk, but I didn’t bother to look back or apologize. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t know where I was heading, only that I needed to get away far away from the noise, the lights, the weight pressing on my chest.I was the other person in Orlando’s life. He knew he had a fiancée, but he still…Tears pricked my eyes. I blinked them away hard, the cold air stinging my damp lashes. I didn’t want to cry, not here, not in the middle of the street where strangers could see.I just wanted to be alone somewhere far from people so I could scream and cry, then pretend nothing had happened. I couldn’t tell Macmillan and Jordan. The thought of their anger made my stomach twist; I worried they might beat Orlando up.“Aiden?” someone called from behind me. I didn’t turn, but my feet stopped on the cracked concrete. “It really is you.”Joel appeared in front of me, his bright smile cutting through the gloom that clung to my face.

**Author’s POV**Macmillan gazed at his watch for the hundredth time. It was already eight-thirty, and Aiden still wasn’t back. Worst of all, his number remained unreachable.He decided to text Orlando maybe the two of them had decided to spend the day together somewhere.Yet after calling Orlando again and again without an answer, a cold knot of worry tightened in Macmillan’s chest. He didn’t even notice when he began pacing the length of his room, the soft thud of his bare feet against the wooden floor the only sound in the quiet room.He sent Orlando a quick text, asking if Aiden was still with him.Orlando’s reply came almost at once. “Aiden isn’t home yet? He left a while ago.”Orlando, who had only just finished arguing with his parents for bringing Lindsay and revealing his location, sat inside his own room, eyes fixed on the glowing screen of his phone. When he saw Macmillan’s repeated calls, he assumed they were meant to scold or curse him, so he let them ring unanswered.

Aiden's POV "This is why I didn't want to come home last night." I muttered quietly.Seeing as there was no way out, I decided to start spilling “Orlando has a fiancée,” I started. My voice sounded stronger than I had imagined, though it still rasped against the tight ache in my throat. Pain still pulsed through me, my heart throbbed with a dull, constant pressure but the urge to cry had finally dulled to a heavy numbness.“What?!” Jordan yelled, the word sharp with disbelief. His eyes widened, the color draining from his face as if the air had been punched from his lungs.“Apparently he’s had a fiancée for a very long time now.” I smiled bitterly, the expression twisting my lips. My gaze stayed fixed on my fingers, watching them tremble against the fabric of my jeans.“He told you that?” Macmillan asked. I shook my head, the small motion making the room tilt for a second.The tears I thought I was done with rose anyway, clouding my vision. One by one they slipped free, warm and slo

Orlando's POVIt’s funny how you’d rather date a man than accept the feelings I have for you,” Lindsay said in front of me.I shook my head and looked away from her. The restaurant’s soft candlelight flickered across the white tablecloth, and the low murmur of other diners mixed with the distant clink of silverware. My parents had forced us to go on this date together.Lindsay picked up her glass of red wine; the dark liquid caught the light as she brought it to her lips and took a slow sip. A faint fruity scent drifted toward me.“I thought the deal to force us on each other was our parents’ plan, but I guess you had a hand in it,” I said, instead of answering what she had said earlier.“The only reason my mom and dad accepted this alliance is because I pushed for it. I have loved you since we were little, and I knew I was going to have you, no matter what,” Lindsay said with a smirk. Her voice was smooth, almost sweet, but it set my teeth on edge.“Are you sure you want to spend the