His Mafia Prince
Chapter 185: It Will Never Measure Up

Chapter 185: It Will Never Measure Up

(WESLEY)

It’s been a month since I left Miles and Arlo’s home. I’ve been waiting tables at some café called Magenta. I decided that it was necessary to change careers to avoid being tracked down. It is important to break patterns to stay away from the mob. That way, you stay ahead of them.

Leaving the manny position was necessary. Even so, I miss being a manny. The kids brought so much joy to my life and now I miss them. All it took to lighten my mood was their laughter. Children aren’t as complicated as adults are. I was confident in my ability to raise kids. Adults are more challenging.

In the past, I have waited tables on and off. I’ve been a manny too long that I almost forgot how hard it is to wait tables. Taking care of kids is exhausting too in a way, but at least it is rewarding. Serving hungry customers their fries and burgers isn’t nearly as fulfilling. My back and feet hurt, and by the time the shift ends, I’m usually drains and I have no energy left. I don’t remember being this tired at the end of my shifts when I was younger.

"I must be getting old or something." I mumble to myself, feeling unusually tired as I change out of my uniform. I hang the uniform in the locker that the restaurant provides for me and change into the T-shirt and Jeans that I had earlier on. I scowl when I get a little trouble buttoning my jeans. I’m ridiculously bloated these days. Maybe I’m eating too many salty foods, or maybe I’m not drinking enough water.

Once I’m dressed, I walk out of the restaurant. The boss doesn’t want us leaving through the backdoor because of his fear of us stealing things. My heart picks up as I near the register when I see a tall, dark-haired alpha paying his check. His build reminds me of Jericho and for a moment, I think it might be him.

But then the alpha turns around and I notice that it isn’t Jericho. The guy shoots me a curious glance as he passes by. I’m certain that he is wondering why I stare at me intently. I walk out of the café, surprised at how disappointed I am that the alpha wasn’t Jericho. I should have been uneasy at the thought of running into him, instead, all I felt was exhilaration. I know that it is only logical that we don’t see each other again, but I can’t stop thinking and fantasizing over Jericho. I keep telling myself that the only reason why I think of him a lot is because we had no closure.

I hate the idea that I may have hurt him by the way I left. It must have certainly confused him. I’m sure that now he thinks that I don’t care about him. Or that our short time together meant nothing to me. But that’s far from the truth. Truth is that I still think about him all day long. Lonely alphas hit on me all the time, but I have zero interest in them. I yearn for Jericho. I doubt there’s any other alpha that compares to him. The intensity of our connection refuses to leave me.

I am certain however that Jericho has moved on. I can still miss him, but I’m not sure that he misses me too. As an Adonis, he has to pick the highest quality omegas. There are tons of omegas who’d give anything to bag a rich and powerful Adonis as their alpha. But for me, power and wealth aren’t what drew me to Jericho in the first place. It was his personality. I liked his smile, his eyes, his warmth. I loved how he was protective of me.

Ever since we met, I knew my relationship with Jericho could never be anything more than a casual affair. I hoped that it would go on for a while, even though I knew that it wasn’t destined to last for long. Even if I were worthy of being claimed by an alpha like Jericho, being barren would have ruined any chances of us staying together. The Adonis sons have an obligation to reproduce so that they can leave heirs to inherit their wealth.

"I did the right thing by leaving." I mutter to myself as I unlock my car. I slide into the driver seat and once more, the overwhelming lethargy washes over me. I lean back and my eyes drift shut. I wish that I was already home so I could just lie on my bed and sleep. My eyelids feel heavy like lead. But sleeping in the door still feels unsafe to me, even with all the doors locked.

A knock on the window makes me almost jump out of my skin. My eyes flutter open and I find a worried looking ginger haired alpha staring at me through the window. I blink rapidly, uncertain of what he wants.

"Are you alright?" he calls through the glass.

"I...uhm, I’m fine." I want to roll down the window but I hesitate because he is a stranger. But he appears to be harmless. He has big doe brown eyes that truly look concerned for me. I go purely on instinct and put the key in the ignition and lower the glass a little. "Hi...I’m alright. I just have a migraine, so I was resting my eyes for a bit."

"Oh, okay." He smiles hesitantly. "I just wanted to make sure that you are fine."

I find myself smiling back at him just because I find his energy warm and non-threatening. "I’m sorry if I got you worried."

It is then that I realize that he is dressed in blue scrubs. I hadn’t ticed that immediately. "Are you on your way to or from work?"

"On my way from work, thank God. My ritual is to grab a cup of coffee at Magenta before I head home." His gaze sharpens. "You work at Magenta, right?"

"Yeah, I’m just done with my shift."

He nods. "Yes. I noticed that you leave on most nights when I drive by." He winces. "It’s not like I’m stalking you or anything, I just noticed that you seem to leave mostly when I drive by, at exactly the same time that I arrive. So, I assumed that you work here."

His cheeks turn pink and I smile as I watch him trying to explain himself. "I didn’t think that you were stalking me. In fact, I appreciate that you were concerned for me."

"Alright, okay." He laughs a bit then a frown appears on his face. "But today I could tell that you weren’t feeling great. I thought that maybe it would be okay to check on you. Just to be... you know, sure."

"That is so kind of you." 1 smile at him weakly. "I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me that an aspirin or soaking my feet won’t cure."

"That’s a huge relief." He smiles at me once more. "You had a rough day at work?"

"No more than usual." He doesn’t look like he is leaving soon, so I feel compelled to ask him how he is doing too. "Uh, how about yours? What field of medicine do you specialize in?"

"Oh, wow!"

"Today was hell." He grins. "I delivered six babies; can you believe it? That’s like four more than usual."

"That’s a lot of babies." My eyes widen.

"It is. Must be something in the water around here."

"Maybe." I laugh.

He sighs. "I sound like I’m complaining a lot, but that’s not it. I love my job, I really do."

"Yeah, kids are the best." I can’t help but agree. Our conversation reminds me of when I first met Jericho. The memory makes my heart ache. I suddenly feel worn out again. "Will, it was nice to meet you."

I can see that he looks disappointed that I’m signaling him to go. "Oh, yeah sure. It was nice to meet you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hold you up."

"No, you didn’t hold me up." I force a smile. I’d hate it if he felt bad. It’s not really my intention, I just can’t help feeling hollow whenever I think of Jericho. I miss him. I need him, but I can’t have him. "It was really kind of you to check up on me."

"My pleasure." He says, holding out his hand. "I’m Justin by the way."

I hesitate at first then roll down my window more so that I can shake his hand. "Wesley."

His skin is smooth to the touch and cool. He holds onto my hand a little longer than necessary before he lets go of it. "It’s nice to officially meet you, Wesley."

"You too. Thanks again for checking on me."

"My pleasure." He steps back when I start the engine."

I drive off as he waves me goodbye then walks into the café. Justin looks attractive and I can tell that he is obviously interested in me. I like his energy. But he didn’t give me any sparks as I was talking to him. When I first met Jericho, I felt a buzz of raw attraction that I couldn’t just shake off. I always compare the new alphas to Jericho and how he treated me and made me feel. It doesn’t measure up. That scares me. I don’t want to be yearning for an alpha I can’t have forever. I don’t want to be lonely for the rest of my life because I can’t forget about Jericho.

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