When we were done, he fell against the seat, and I fell against him. Our heavy breaths were the only sound in the car. It was dark outside now, and the streetlights streamed down through the foggy windows.
He let me lie there as long as I wanted. For a few minutes. I wondered briefly if he would just stay there all night if I wanted to.
But eventually I did get up. I needed to get home and think over this offer I'd been given, if it was even serious.
Which I should probably figure out, huh?
"Were you serious? About your offer?" I asked.
"As a heart attack," he said. He kissed my temple one more time as I sat up. "Do you want me to come inside with you?"
I thought about it for a minute. It wasn't like my house got broken into; I felt like I would be fine. And how was I supposed to consider such an offer with him breathing down my neck? "I'm good. I'll think about what you said."
For someone who could be considered a bit scary, his smile was extremely charming. "I hope you do."
We adjusted ourselves so we looked as normal as possible. Cameo helped me tear the rest of my tights off and threw them in his back seat. He then drove us right to the front of my building, which I was grateful for now with bare legs.
I stepped out of the car and headed towards my door. "See you later," I said, turning.
"See you later, tesoro."
With that, I turned back, punched the code to my building, and went inside. I had a lot to think about, but right now, I was sticky with cum and needed a shower.
As I undressed and got under the hot water, something occurred to me.
How the fuck did he know where I lived?
The pin Cameodropped led to a part of town that I wouldn't exactly calldesirable, so it wasn't much of a surprise that Eva had her window busted.
Well, it was maybe alittlestrange, given that her car was obviously a shit box. Even parked in the middle of this sketchy gravel lot, it didn’t look nice enough to have anything valuable inside.
At the very least, I sincerely doubted a girl who had duct-taped her bumper back on wasn’t leaving stacks of cash or valuable electronics easily accessible in the back seat.
It was lucky that it was early enough in the day that I could step out, before the staff would need me to be on and present while we fired ticket after ticket during our fully booked dinner service. That was the problem with restaurants. Days off were few and far between, mostly relegated to Mondays when the restaurant was closed, and Tuesday afternoons, once ordering and menu planning were squared away for the week. But, for things like this… a man made time.
An alpha, I guessed… made time.
The smell of menthol cigarettes and stale urine hung in the air as I climbed out of my SUV, and I almost smiled to think of the way Cameo would've cringed to step out of his car and onto the gravel of the parking lot. He always got this… look on his face when he hated something but didn't want to talk about it. Or thought it was beneath complaining about. Something between an old woman spying a teenager wearing short shorts and someone who’d just discovered they’d stepped in dogshit.
Glass littered the ground around Eva's car, crunching under my thick-soled shoes as I picked my way around papers haphazardly tossed around the car.
The folio that they’d come from was left open, additional pages spilling out amongst items of little consequence that’d been left on her backseat.
I hoped, perhaps a little foolishly, that the emptied energy drink cans and fast food wrappers were left behind by the degenerate who’d broken in. The way someone kept their car was generally an indicator of their housekeeping… and it would be a shame for an omega as lovely as Eva to live like a wild animal.
No order. Just chaos.
The remaining belongings seemed without any real rhyme or reason other than that she'd happened to have her gym bag in the back when they’d smashed her windows. They’d left behind her shoes and the bag itself, which I picked up, putting my hands into the pockets to check if anything had been left behind.
Something was… off. strange about the scene. I was just trying to work out exactly what was troubling me when Cameo pulled in, opening the door to his car with a flood of Eva's scent so strong that I worried I was going to grind the case of her wireless earpods into dust with the way my hand clenched into a fist.
"You fucked her?" I asked roughly, annoyance and jealousy dripping from my tone as I pulled out the little square box.
It was possible that they’d simply missed them, tucked away in one of the many outside pockets of the duffel, but… that didn’t feel likely. If I had to guess, these headphones were probably worth more than the entire car—and they weren’t particularly nice.
Cameo looked affronted, the expression sorely undercut by a chuckle. "She was crying."
I clicked my tongue, looking over my packmate coolly. "Like that would stop you?"
