“There is that,” she says sweetly, masking her disappointment behind a smile. But I know this girl!
“I was thinking we should order in. I’ll sneak down and get it.”
“After you open those two ‘courting’ gifts you’re holding.”
I look down at the gift bag hanging off my wrist and the envelope in my hand. Unlike Simona’s courting gift, mine are not as flashy but just as mysterious. The bag is like one you’d get from the sale box at Dollar General. I hand over the envelope to Simona and bust open the staples holding the bag together, looking inside I can’t say I’m not intrigued as I pull out a small home brand bottle of water. A handwritten note is attached, and I snatch it off the bottle before taking a step back to read it.
Tris, I know I messed up big time and there is a story I will tell. BUT and I know it’s a big but that’s why it’s in capitals - I’m kinda still hoping you’ll come watch me fight. The water is to help you hydrate cause you know… thirst trap ;) Mav.
ps. If you deleted the tickets off your phone I can resend them over. I added a couple more in case you want to bring a friend or two.
I reread his note a few times as a flock of excited butterflies takes flight in my tummy. They also bring a huge sense of relief with them.
A plan formulates in all of two seconds, and I look up at Simona who is already rolling her eyes at me.
“Oh…Come on! Think of it this way, maybe whoever made you cry needs reminding of how you’re a kick ass Omega who can stand on her own two feet. I promise I’ll have bodyguards with us; we’ll be home before sunrise.”
“Do I get an explanation of why we’re going?”
I burst out laughing, “No chance, but we do get to watch nearly naked hotties belting the crap out of each other.”
A small smile lets me know she’s on board with my secret plan.
“You’ve got ten minutes, and I want you looking the hottest you have ever looked, Simona. You never know when I might take a sneaky selfie of me and my bestie out on the town and accidentally tag you on my social.”
Her smile gets bigger, and I see her sassy side come alive in her eyes. “I need five. And I know exactly what I am wearing.”
We both make a mad dash to our rooms, and much like her I have an idea on what I’m wearing to make Maverick regret his decision to stand me up at breakfast. I drop the envelope I was given also by Omega Mother under my pillow, focusing on one drama at a time.
Shimmying into my shiny black, skin-tight pants takes a couple of tries but once they’re on I know I made the right choice. Pairing them with a bright red bandeau top and jade green stilettoes, my black sunnies and ironing flat my fringe, I walk out of my room looking absolutely fucking fierce. Waiting for Sim, I text Big Tom and let him know I’m going out to watch an MMA fight at a venue about an hour away. I get a text back letting me know he and Tonka will meet me there.
And since Sim isn’t out of her room yet, I reread Maverick’s note before deciding a quick selfie is in order. Sucking my finger, I snap and send before getting too hung up on whether I should or shouldn’t.
The three dots start up an instant later. Before they disappear and reappear. A second later I get a photo back. And it looks like Maverick can give as good as he gets—the photo is of his near naked body, taken from up high so his face isn’t in the shot, but his abs and his silky fight shorts are. It’s hot as hell. But of course, he ups the ante by about a million degrees, or maybe it’s his way of telling me how much he liked my photo, but his fist is wrapped in the material of his boxers and around his cock.
Goddamn him.
I race back into my room and pull my pants off, flinging off my ineffectual G-string that is slicked up and too soggy to wear after one photo. Finding a pair of thick undies I somehow manage to get in them and in my black shiny pants just as Simona walks out.
“Are you fucking serious, Simona?” I gasp, completely taken aback at how incredible she looks. She’s nailed the baby-doll vibe but added her own ‘fuck-you’ to the mix. The Alphas who made her cry are going to be sorry for a long time to come.
Her hips roll in a damn near perfect strut as she twists to look over her shoulder at me. The pale pink dress is super short with a sweet white bow in the middle of the strapless bodice. It fits her like a dream, accentuating her sweeter side while teasing with her womanly curves. The short ankle boots she’s got on look familiar since they’re mine, but they add the kick her outfit needs.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not. You look incredible. How do you feel?”
Sim’s lips lift a little as she shrugs. “Sad, but happy too.”
I wrap her up in a cuddle of epic proportions before we start our escape.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
MAVERICK
If Rex hadn’t called this morning to say he and half the club were heading down south to see El Demonio’s for a few weeks, there is no way in hell I would have messaged Tristan.
