FatalDe@thWish: As more than just friends.
PastelPrincess: This is...This is unexpected.
FatalDe@thWish: For you maybe, but I’ve known my feelings for years.
PastelPrincess: I... I don’t know what to say.
FatalDe@thWish: You don’t have to say anything, Princess. I just wanted you to know.
My flight is called, and boarding starts. I slip my phone into my pocket and get in line. I feel like shit for saying something before her trip with the guys. I don’t want to ruin it for her, but at the same time, I do.
Am I being a jealous asshole? Yes, but I panicked.
The whole flight there, I’m a nervous mess. When we land, I grab my bag and check the app. She’s still in the airport. I make sure to stay far away from her until I see her location move.
I don’t leave the airport until she’s pulled up to The Venetian Resort. Huh. Well, that’s one pricey as fuck place to stay. Didn’t know Waffle and Grim had that kind of money.
Not that I know anything about them, really. No idea where they live, their jobs, nothing.
Once I grab my Uber, I head toward the same hotel.
I’m still not sure if I’m getting a room for the night, so I don’t bother checking in.
Sitting outside, I wait to see if her location moves. It stays still for a long time, but after about an hour, it starts to move.
I get to my feet and follow. She’s walking down the strip, and I look for her, but there are so many people that I can’t find her. I know she’s here, I can see her location, but she’s so damn short, and this place is so crowded.
“Damn it,” I hiss.
If I get too close to the location, she could spot me.
For a while, I follow her on the app, but still can’t see her. I lose her completely when I’m forced to stop for cars to go by.
After a while, I realize I’m not getting anywhere.
“I’m so fucking stupid.” I groan, dipping into a Starbucks. “Go home, Damien. You look like a crazy person right now.”
But I want to fucking know who these guys are! This is my only chance. Who knows when I’ll get another?
I could outright ask Addison who her Alphas are. Yeah... didn’t really think of that one. I’m starting to question my intelligence. Love really does make you do stupid things sometimes.
Deciding to give up for now, I grab something to eat.
I spend the rest of the day just wandering around, taking in the sights. My best bet is to catch them at the hotel. Fewer people to navigate.
When it’s nearly five, I realize they’re not heading back to the hotel. They’ve stopped, and it’s not the hotel, so I zoom in to check the address.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I growl.
A quick search of what team is playing in Las Vegas today sours my mood even more.
The fucking Scented Scorpions.
They’re here to see a fucking KP game, and not any KP game, but my biggest fucking rivals. No wonder she lied to me. I’d have lost my shit. She’s never come to one of my games until recently, but she’s willing to go to a Scented Scorpions match? That's bullshit.
I start walking in that direction, determined now more than ever to find out who Waffle and Grim are. Maybe I should let them know about their horrible taste in hockey teams.
It’s one thing to go behind my back and take my Omega, but to take her to one oftheirgames? That’s just fucked up.
