“That would make his coach my stepdad.”
“Really?” She tilts her head to the side. “Wait a minute. I remember seeing you at the last game. You were sitting a few rows in front of me. What was Dean saying to you, by the way? I saw that Damien looked seconds away from murdering him.” She laughs.
“I think he was flirting with me?” I say with amusement. “I happened to be wearing his jersey, and he thought I was a fan or something. I’m not. Not saying he’s a bad player or anything,but that was the first time I saw them play, and I just bought a random jersey in the lobby.”
“Ahhh.” She nods. “Yeah, that sounds exactly like something Dean would do.” She sighs.
“I’m Addie, by the way.”
“Nina.” She smiles.
“You sound disappointed in the fact that Dean Teller is a fuckboy.”
“You would be right.” She leans her butt against the counter. “How sad would it be if I told you I have a major crush on my brother's best friend?”
“Just as sad as me having a crush on my stepbrother.” I grin.
“No way,” she gasps. “Damn, girl.”
“Tell me about it.” I laugh. “Well, not so much of a crushnow, mostly back when I was a teenager. But I mean, I have eyes, and that man is fine,” I whine. “Ugh. It’s not fair.”
“It really isn’t.” She turns and starts toward the door. “We should get out there.”
“Or, we could hide in here for the rest of the night.” I grin.
She shakes her head. “Give me your phone.”
I pull my phone out of my black clutch and unlock it. She adds her number before handing it back. “Text me if you need an escape plan. But, maybe try for at least an hour.”
“Fineeee.” I sigh. “Alright, I’ll go back out there, but I’m not going to like it.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.” She laughs, following me out of the bathroom.
My dates are waiting outside for me. “What took you so long?” Benedict huffs.
“Damn,” Nina huffs. “Yeah, maybe a half hour.” She winks before waving me off. “Later, Addie.”
“Bye, Nina.”
Clifford watches as Nina walks away, his eyes on her ass. Really? Are you fucking kidding me?
Not that I’m jealous, it’s the fact that these assholes are asking my mother to court me, yet they’re eye fucking other Omegas.
There is no way I’m going on any other dates with this pack after tonight. I don’t care if my mother kicks me out on the street. I have enough in my bank for a hotel. I’ll pack up my things before she finds out and put them in storage if I have to.
“Let’s get in there, shall we?” I say with too much eagerness. The sooner we get this mingling started, the sooner I can find someone else to talk to.
I should have just stayed in the bathroom. An hour has gone by, and they have dragged me around the room, introducing me as their fucking Omega.
Like, ex-fucking-cuse me? No, the hell I’m not. And how fucking dare they act like I am.
And if one more person looks at my hair and says what an interesting choice, I’m going to scream.
I want to correct the guys every time they tell someone I’m theirs, but I’m reminded how important these people are. A lot of them are connected to my stepfather’s team in some way, as well as other KP teams.
It’s a charity event for underprivileged kids to play sports free of cost. A charity I found out my stepfather is a big donor to.
Out of respect for him, I won’t make a scene.
