I know what the base salary is, which is decent, but it’s not pay-off-your-mortgage kind of money.
“Well, considering I’m down for nearly anything. My income differs from most of the Omegas here,” she explains.
Maybe talking about your income is rude. I chastise myself internally, but Leisha just pats my knee.
“Let’s just say I was able to pay off my home in The Ridges in under a year,” she says quietly.
I whistle internally. It might not be The Summit Club, where I grew up, but The Ridges isn’t cheap. It’s impressive that she is able to not only live debt free, but that she only depends on herself to do so. I haven’t had many female role models in my life, and this woman is sliding herself in the number one spot.
“You’re quite amazing, you know,” I tell her.
“I know,” she responds with a wink.
Patrons start entering the club, and my nerves pick up, my stomach feeling hollow. Leisha has a bright smile on her face. She doesn’t even have to stand or move, she just knows that they’ll come to her.
“Are most of the members Alphas?” I whisper to her.
“The majority are, but there are some affluent Betas who want the best, along with some Betas who come with their pack.”
My brows furrow.
“How common are packs here?”
“More common than you think. I think a majority of them have this idea that they can sweep one of us off of our feet and give us the world. Pfft, like we can’t do that ourselves.”
It’s official. I’m obsessed with this Omega, and I want nothing more than to be a fraction of how amazing she is. She’s the blueprint for confident, take no shit, self-made Omegas, and I want that.
Another confident Omega stands in the corner. She’s pretty, with shorter, wavy hair, but she’s dressed differently than the other Omegas on the floor. I tilt my head in her direction, she seems intently focused on something going on in the casino.
“Who’s that?” I ask Leisha.
“Annika, she doesn’t take on any clients, she makes sure no one is stealing from the casino,” Leisha says.
“Stealing?”
“Counting cards, and other things. She keeps to herself, but she’s sweet,” Leisha says with a shrug.
I’m absolutely in awe of all the Omegas who work here and I wonder how I’m going to measure up.
A man in his late forties to early fifties approaches Leisha, and she gives him a soft smile.
“You’re looking lovely tonight, darling,” his voice nearly purrs. He’s handsome and screams money. His suit is clearly Tom Ford or Kiton; it’s hard to tell in the light. But I can spot a good suit from a mile away.
“It’s been a while, Alessandro,” she greets back.
The name sends warning bells off in my head, but I try to not let the panic show. So, he has an Italian name? That doesn’t mean anything.
“I had business in Italy. I brought you back something.” He smiles, pulling out the red box with gold script, and I immediately know it’s Cartier.She seriously has club members who bring her back jewelry from Italy?
“Open it,” she tells him, and he smirks.
Maybe I’m in love with Leisha. No, it’s just her confidence.
Alessandro opens the packaging for her, showcasing the stunning yet simple necklace. It’s 18K rose gold with an onyx semi-circle at the end and a diamond in the center. Without a closer look, I couldn’t tell you the quality, but knowing Cartier, it has to be expensive.
“How thoughtful. Would you like to put it on me?” she asks, and the Alpha nods. Leisha stands as the Alpha takes her hair into a fist, handing it to her so he can place the necklace on her. It goes with her dress beautifully.
“Almost as lovely as you,piccola.”
