Being on my own has been harder than I’d like to admit, but I also find it extremely fulfilling. No one is telling me what to do. Well, I guess Ian pays me to do things, but it’s still my choice. I choose what to accept.
I’ve never felt in control of my life, at least not completely. My father gave me some concessions, being his daughter, but there was still a lot that was expected of me. I can’t go back to Anthony, and I won’t be re-homed like some three-legged-near-death cat.
Ian’s money has hit my account, and I debate if I should leave.
But where would I go?
I pull out my laptop and Google the most Omega-friendly cities in the United States. The results are disheartening, and there’s nowhere else I could make the money I am right now at the High Roller. Finding a job would be extremely difficult, and the thought of navigating a new city where I know no one is overwhelming.
I just need to lay low, and not leave the High Roller. When my suppressants are ready, I’ll figure something out, a different way to get them.
I make a vow not to leave these walls until I know it’s safe. Hiding for the time being is my only option. Feeling dejected, Icrawl into my bed and pray that Ian will come see me tonight to help clear my mind and take away some of this ache.
I tug at the neck of my dress while I wait in the casino. Not only do I feel on edge, but I’m so fucking horny that I’m just about ready to straddle the arm of this couch and grind against the soft leather until I come.
God, I’m reducing myself to humping furniture.I grip the back of my neck and squeeze. I’m slightly sweaty, and I know my pheromones have to be intense. I’m not on a high dose of suppressants, just enough to make life manageable, but without them, I feel like an out-of-control feral animal.
Members funnel into the space, but I don’t see the tall, captivating Alpha I’ve sold my time to.
Fuck.
I can’t touch anyone else, and frankly, I don’t want to. I also can’t simply sit around all night and do nothing, either. My dancing ability is nearly non-existent; plus, compared to the other girls who dance here, I would look like a newborn deer. Maybe I can talk to Millie or Jade about serving more drinks.
Leisha said that we could take days off when we weren’t feeling well, maybe I should just go back to my room and take care of this annoying little problem of mine. I look around again and see no sign of him. I sigh, and stand, heading towards the apartment entrances.
I’m feeling overly emotional, and I’m about to cry when a deep drawl captures my attention.
“Where are you headed?”
I shiver, a smile taking over my face as I turn around. The smile quickly falls; it’s Finn, not Ian.
“I’m taking the night off,” I reply sharply.
I don’t like the way he spoke to Ian or me the last time he was here.
“Have anything to do with your scent taking up the whole fucking hallway?”
He steps in my way to the apartment entrance, blocking my path. His height is consuming, and I swallow thickly as he looks down at me. His scent coils in my throat with a familiarity I can’t deny. I swallow it down but shiver all the same.
“My brother is busy tonight.”
“Okay,” I reply with a shrug.
He looks me up and down, staring at me intently. “You don’t look so good.”
“Thanks. Every girl loves hearing how tired she looks. Move,” I demand, but I don’t touch him.
He shocks me by placing the back of his hand to my forehead.
“I don’t have a fever,” I scoff, shoving his hand away from my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“What do you care?”
He laughs and shakes his head before leaning his large frame against the wall.
“Your sweet little hormones must be affecting me,” he states sardonically, and I try to push him out of the way again.
