The Omega For Sale

Greyson’s POV:

The room was dimly lit, almost dark, there were bodies jam packed everywhere and it seemed like the people were trying to mold themselves into one with how close they grinded on each other.

The music was a heart attack inducing, soul shattering blast that came from ten foot tall speakers set on either end of the enormous dance floor.

It felt like I was at an elevated position and from that position I could watch the restless sea of bodies below me bob their heads and bodies to the music and engage in all sort of activities in the almost dark room.

There was a woman.

I couldn’t completely focus on her for a reason, neither could I get her face. But her thick mane of hair kept catching in the dim lights as she continued to dart in and out of the light. Appearing at one end and disappearing into another very frequently.

The over amplified bass and drums of the music highjacked the feel of my own purse and the shuddering jerking steps of the woman as she tried to weave her way through the sea of bodies seemed to call out to me.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ever seem to get her features completely. The color of her hair, her face, the shape of her body, everything seemed blurred out.

It felt like all of these information were stuck in a glass shard and I could only watch the glass shard from the distance, I could neither access its information or reach through it.

There were different women on the dance floor and even around where I was sat. Women with long hair in different colors, skimpy dresses and chunky, jangling jewelry but none of them was that woman, none had the appeal that she had.

And it was that woman that caught my attention.

But for some reason I couldn’t even see the dress she was wearing, neither could I see what type of jewelry she had on or the length of her hair or the type of face she possessed.

But one thing I could capture even from the distance, was her scent, it was an unusual mixture of something bitter and sweet. I couldn’t exactly figure out it’s contents or what it represented but it was mainly a clash of both things.

The scent seemed to be coming closer and closer to me even when the woman still seemed faraway on the dance floor.

And then it was overwhelming me, her scent was all that I could perceive and it felt like I was been drowned in it.

Finally I flipped my eyes open, breaking through the cloud of dreams that I had been stuck in. My room was still bath in darkness reminding me of the dream I just had and there was also a scent lingering in the air.

It was different from the the bitter, sweet scent from the woman in my dream but this one was familiar. It belonged to someone I knew.

Freya.

I watched as she dropped the cleaning supplies that she had brought with her by the door and walked towards the window to pull them open.

Freya was an interesting person and she genuinely intrigued me. Not for anything, but just for how simple she was. It was in the simple, normal things that she did, that made her intriguing.

Like watching her as she stood by my window enjoying the view below her, the sight of her in that normal action was beyond pleasing.

Her scent had been responsible for waking me up, and the last week without Freya coming up to clean my room and prepare my bath and been frustrating for me.

For some reason, I was hung up on her scent and I had found it’s absence very frustrating. So waking up once again, after what felt like a long time, to the familiar scent tickling my nose was blissful.

Soaking in the bath that Freya had prepared for me, I could hear the green eyed woman buzz around the room while trying to clean it.

The bath felt soothing and relaxing and it was obvious that she had added some oils into the water to achieve that result, a habit that most of the other maids could never seem to perfect.

Once I finished with my bath and rinsed properly, I pulled out a towel from the rack to dry my body with and wrap around my frame before stepping out of the room.

Freya had exited the room at one point but the space was sparkling meaning it had been cleaned. I moved to my closet to pick out my clothes for the day and the moment I was finished donning them, I walked out of the room, shutting my door behind me.

***

Watching mother and child relate in the dining room, was a beautiful scene. Jessy was such an active child and I could see why her previous sick state had deeply worried her mother. It was really nice to see that she was fully recuperated.

The younger girl turned her eyes to me since she was the one facing my direction and the wide smile that painted her lips also made me smile a little.

“Good Morning Mastah!” She called out cheerily and her child like voice was simply music to my ears.

I enjoyed having my meals alone, it allowed me the time to gather my thoughts and plot out my day in my head. It was also a really peaceful exercise where I could eat and not have to keep up conversation with anyone.

So, I wasn’t sure what I was thinking when I asked Jessy to join me for breakfast. All I knew was that the little girl intrigued me just like her mother and since she was less likely to cause me problems I decided to pick her.

As we ate, Jessy’s childlike nature reminded me about why children were such a beautiful gift and also why they were termed innocent.

Her entire face seemed to be sharing her meal with her along with her thumb but that seemed to be the least of her problems. She was enjoying her food and it seemed like it was all that mattered to her in the moment.

Jessy had been through a lot in her three years on earth. More than any child deserved to go through, and if I had been too late to getting to herself and Freya recently she would have been condemned to an abusive life with a pedophile.

All of that including the fact that she had fallen sick for so long wasn’t enough to dull the bright sparkle in her eyes. She could still smile so wide and act carefree.

I envied the child.

I was also surprised about how well organized she acted, she made minimal mess while she ate and was very coordinated.

I could smell Freya’s scent lingering in the air around us so it was obvious the mother was somewhere close, keeping an eye on her daughter.

“So Jessy, how old are you?” I began with small talk, I knew the answer to the question but it felt like a good conversation starter for myself and the younger girl.

Jessy still had a mouth full of food so she only stuck out three of her fingers towards me, refusing to talk with a mouth full which once again surprised me.

“Good Morning Master.” Zoe called from the door and I raised my head to acknowledge her, taking a sip of water before addressing her.

“Morning Zoe.” I responded watching her with careful eyes.

Her eyes held a certain light that I couldn’t read from my position and once again I wondered when my head maid had begun to hold on to so much inside that she couldn’t help when they became evident in her eyes.

“Beta Smith is here to see you.” She delivered and I nodded my head in approval, dismissing her with the action.

I moved the last piece of pancake from my plate onto Jessy’s and the younger girl gave me a smile of gratitude. I ruffled her hair in acknowledgment before getting up from the table to exit the room.

The three years old gave me a big wave and I couldn’t help but return the action, smiling to myself when she reacted excitedly at my response.

Sharing a meal with someone wasn’t as bad as I remembered it to be.

Especially when it was a three year old that did not have a lot to say and simply wanted to enjoy their meal in peace.