Ihate the thought that Vic has given Amity false hope.
I want to berate him. To yell at him for letting my three year old think that this place could be our forever home because how could it?
While I have said to both Cal and now Vic that I want to see where this thing goes between us, I am still holding out reservations.
I haven’t even had a proper conversation with Olis yet.
It feels like everything is moving too fast and I am still driving in the slow lane. I need it all just to stop for a moment.
A moment just to think about what the fuck I am doing with my life.
Am I really entertaining these Alphas for anything more than a lap dance when I have sworn off their entire designation for as long as I can remember?
I take a moment to question my sanity as I finish the meal in front of me.
It's impossible to not admit that Olis is a damn good cook. It's been a long time since I have had a meal that is as good as this.
While I have never let Amity or I go hungry, my cooking skills are far from that of even a diner chef.
I guess I do make a mean grilled sandwich if I am honest with myself.
Not like that's a necessarily hard thing to do.
A bit of ham, tomato and cheese on two slices of buttered bread. Maybe a bit of onion if you are feeling frisky and then you have a delicious savoury meal.
Well, Amity has never complained so I take it for the win that I think it is.
Once I finish my plate, I glance up to find Olis looking at me. There is this vulnerable but desperate expression on his face that surprises me.
I tilt my head to the side and give him a questioning look, one that earns an adorable smile in return.
God, he is fucking handsome.
“Did you enjoy your meal?”
The low timbre in his tone has a chill running down my spine. Instead of replying verbally, knowing that I can’t fully trust myself to speak, I nod. That earns me another smile I can’t help but savour.
Ugh, he isn’t playing fair. The worst part is, I don’t think he even realizes it.
None of them seem to.
A knock on the front door has Cal straightening, an excited look on his face. He doesn’t say anything, pushing himself away from the table and makes his way to the front door.
I look up at Olis, his eyes already on me and ready to give me the explanation I need.
“I hope this isn’t too soon but our sons and their Omega are here.”
My eyes bug out of my head and I shoot out of my seat. I race over to the kitchen sink, turning on the tap and immediately bringing some water to my face to wash it, terrified that some of my lunch may still be on my face.
I roll off what feels like a ridiculous amount of paper towel as I dry my face and hands. Throwing the rubbish in the bin, I straighten my clothes, frowning as I look at them.
Are these clothes okay?
God, I can’t believe they are springing me meeting their kids on me like this. These clothes are hardly suitable for meeting family. Especially now that I am sans panties.
Fuck, what am I doing here?
Hands land on my shoulders and I’m turned around to face one of the Alphas. Olis’ face is a mask as he gazes down at me.
