“Fine. Can you go now?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him.
He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Yeah, I suppose you need your beauty sleep. It doesn’t come naturally for everyone.”
I snort before shoving him off my bed. “Go.”
He laughs softly as he picks himself up off the floor and brushes himself off. “You’re gorgeous, Lilah, just not my type. No offense.”
“None taken.” I’m pretty sure I’ve just been friend-zoned by him. I mean, if we were friends.
Music blastsfrom speakers I didn’t notice last night, and I bury my head under my pillow. What sadistic kind of torture is this? I am pretty sure I did not sign up to be woken up with music from the 80s. ‘I Wanna Know What Love Is’ blares from them. I peek out from my pillow at the same time another pillow thumps against the speaker and falls with a plop to the floor.
The other omegas are in various stages of waking up.Kayla and Tamika on the beds across from me share an annoyed look with each other. I guess they bonded last night. Once all of us are stirring, the music fades and a voice comes over the speaker.
“You have one hour to prepare for a group date. Dress to impress with outerwear.”
The guy next to me kicks his covers off at the same time he picks up a pile of clothes from his bedside table, moving as if he’s the flash—straight into the adjoining bathroom. Kayla and Tamika both get up cursing him. While I slowly sit up and push my tangled hair away from my face and wipe my mouth in case of any left over drool. I am not a pretty princess when I’m asleep. Anna fromFrozenis my girl. At least she wakes up realistically.
“Guess they only make us over the first night, then bam, the alphas get the real us,” I joke, but it only seems to make Kayla and Tamika more frantic as they toss clothes onto their beds.
Okay.
Sliding my bare feet to the floor, I stand up and pad over to the walk-in closet we each have stuff in. I’m sure I can find something that will look good. Greta from costuming did an amazing job at picking colors that go with my complexion without washing me out. All bright and almost cheerful. Colors I wouldn’t have been caught dead in a week ago in my quasi-mourning of the relationship with Jared.
This show is a chance to let the public see I’m not lost and that he didn’t break my heart. Maybe it will be a chance for me to believe it too. I pull a pretty lavender top from a hanger in my marked area and a simple pair of jeans. I debate for a moment over sandals or tennis shoes before grabbing a pair of black Vans.
Kayla picks up a sundress and holds it to herself. It willlook amazing on her, but if we are doing something like hiking or anything with physical activity she will regret it. She will be that girl on the show that lags behind, annoyed that the date wasn’t something rich and fancy, as she pushes her hair from her sweaty face. Has she not watchedOmega in Paradisebefore coming?
Ignoring her in favor of grabbing panties, bra, and socks, I head into the hallway in search of an empty bathroom. I know there were a few half baths on the main floor. Luckily, I find one near the back of the mansion on the main floor and slip inside, quickly changing for the day. I should have brought my hair brush and my toothbrush.
Live and learn. If I make it until tomorrow without quitting or being sent home—I’ll bring them.
I step out of the half bath and run straight into a firm chest. A squeak of shock bursts from me as warm hands grip my shoulders to steady me.
“I’ve got you.” Warmth spreads through me where he touches me, and his soft words only add to that.
Tilting my head back, I look up at him. He’s handsome in the light of the morning. My heart pitter-patters in my chest as I blatantly stare. Can you say Greek God?
“Are you okay?” He brushes a finger over the side of my face, moving some of my tangled hair away, and it brings me back to myself.
“Miles,” I breathe. Forcing my feet to move and my hands to uncurl from his shirt, I smooth my fingers down his turquoise shirt, which brings out his stunning blue eyes, and step back. “Shit, are you all muscles under this shirt?”
His brow creases as a smile attempts to pull at his bow-shaped lips. I can see him debating on if he should laugh at my awkwardness or not. All while I just want to sink into the ground.
“It’s Lilah, right?” he asks instead, tilting his head to the side with curiosity.
Probably so he knows who not to offer a trinket to tonight. I press my lips together and nod. “Last time I looked at my birth certificate. And I’m not a twin, so?—”
He does laugh this time, and it makes a responding smile pull at my lips. His eyes do a lap around my face as if he’s surprised I could make him laugh. And who knows, maybe he doesn’t laugh often. Of the three of them, Rafe’s the one that splashes himself across the tabloids almost daily. Although, I do have to admit, now that I have had a better look at Miles and Elliott, I recognize them, they are just more low-key with their fame.
Elliott’s been featured in a few magazines as an up-and-coming director. If he was telling me what to do, damn I just might listen because there is just something about him that pulls me in.
While Miles has made a name for himself in interior design. I’m pretty sure he owns the company that has consultants to find omegas the best nest for them. Which sounds interesting, and I know it has garnered him a lot of attention in the world of design. Because he’s so meticulous in the way he operates. Almost perfect, really, just like him.
Having a sister that is not only a huge actress but also the creator of her own show, makes me fully aware that they are just people. And not some untouchable Gods to be worshiped. Even if they look like Greek Gods. Holy hell. He makes my whole body wake up and take notice, like a pure shot of caffeine to my system.
“I should let you continue getting ready,” he says.
Heat infuses my cheeks, and I want to cover my mouth and smooth down my hair. Well, if my just rolled out of bed look doesn’t do it for him, I won’t have to worry about figuring out if I’m going to self-eliminate.
