Page 17 of Nobody’s Darlin'


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“Yeah, they’re good people. You enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t even know what they look like,” I point out, feeling even more uncomfortable about this date as it approaches.

“They’re in the lobby, you can’t miss them,” he says.

There’s a part of me that wants to get out of this car and run away instead of going on this date and maybe take my chances in the real world. But self-preservation kicks in as I clutch my purse and get out of the truck.

Kurt rolls down the window. “They’ll drop you off afterwards,” he says before rolling up the window and driving away.

I’m left standing in the parking lot gaping at his truck as he drives away. Not only did he not walk me inside, but he’s just okay with complete strangers driving me home. The realization of Kurt’s callousness is enough to almost make me cry, but I suck it up and take a deep breath. I do my best to not let his carelessness affect me so harshly.

But there is this nagging in the back of my brain that makes me feel like a burden. Like I’m this annoying little thing that he wants to get rid of. He’ll have my mother’s complete focus once I’m gone; I won’t be in his house anymore either.

I breathe in and out.No, I can’t get upset over this.

I could still leave, now that he’s driven off, but that would leave me stranded here, and I know he would find out if I didn’t go. I’m not sure what the consequences would be. It’s not that I’m afraid of Kurt. Well, I’m not afraid of him physically hurting me. I’m not a complete idiot. I know Kurt does bad things and there will always be a level of fear when it comes to going against what he wants.

He could have presented me to a pack and told me that was my only option. Though, I’m not sure how this is much better.

I huff out a breath and fiddle with the end of my braid as I walk into the lobby.

No. There’s no fucking way Kurt did this to me.

The two men waiting in the lobby are the absolute opposite of what I’m attracted to. Sure, they’re Alphas, and they’re clean and dressed nicely.

But they’re very clearly in their forties. One man looks like he does equations for fun and the other looks like his idea of a party is sitting around a table and eating nachos while we watch a movie.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But it’s so wrong for me.

I want to just spin on my heel and walk out. What’s the point in wasting everyone’s time? That’s when the nerdier of the two spots me.

“Lily?” he asks.

I plaster a smile on my face and nod as I grab his outreached hand. “I’m Greg, and this is Yonis.” He puts his hand on the other Alpha’s shoulder, who is clearly extremely shy and nervous. Yonis is the more attractive of the two, with short buzzed hair, glowing brown skin, and deep brown eyes. Greg has curly amber hair, green eyes, and is only a few inches taller than me.

“So nice to meet you,” I lie, beautifully.

“Let’s go take a seat,” Greg suggests politely as we walk through the restaurant’s waiting area. Yonis is considerate as he pulls my chair out for me when we sit down.

The server gets us water and Greg awkwardly orders a bottle of wine. The waiter looks at me and back at the guys before walking away.

“That’s right, you aren’t twenty-one yet. I’m so sorry,” Greg says.

“Two weeks,” I reply, and he gives me a soft smile.

I have no qualms about dating older guys, but I think my limit has to be late thirties. Even just sitting here at the same table with them, I feel like a child. Our lives are so completely different. What the fuck could these two possibly have in common with a sheltered twenty-year-old?

“My stepdad says you two sell commercial properties?” I ask. Yonis smiles before he speaks.

“We own them and rent out the commercial spaces to business owners. What about you, do you have any hobbies or are you working on an advanced degree?” he asks.

“High school was more than enough for me. I like running, reading, and I like making bath products sometimes,” I reply.

“That’s cute,” Greg states, and I can’t help but take it for the dig that it is.

Asshole.

“So you two are looking for an Omega?” I ask, not knowing what else to say, really. I just want the date to be over with, and we haven’t even ordered yet.