“I’m done for the day, David. You can go home.” Peter didn’t wait to hear David’s reply.
“Really?” Aiden asked. “What are you going to do? Drag him out by his hair?”
Peter didn’t answer the question. Of course he wasn’t going to do that.
“Do you mind if we get dinner tomorrow instead?” he asked, clearing off his desk and shutting down his computer.
“Sure, why not?” Aiden didn’t sound happy. “So what are you going to do?”
“I’m not sure,” Peter said. “I’ll play it by ear.”
“Fine. Well, if we’re skipping dinner I might as well stay here and finish up all my reports. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Aiden said. He walked out with his back held stiff, and Peter sighed. Aiden wasgoing to make him pay for ditching him, but hopefully it would be worth it.
Taking the elevator down to the lobby, Peter wondered why he was so annoyed by the idea of Chad visiting an omega house. He usually couldn’t care less what other people did.
He wasn’t actuallyjealous, was he? Peter examined his feelings, and was surprised to find that he was.
Peter had a long and successful history of spotting alphas that would enjoy submitting to him, and at this point he had the art of getting them into bed down to an art. But he never felt jealous of their attentions. There was no reason for Chad to be different. Peter hardly knew the man.
Peter just hoped that Chad wouldn’t run scared. He knew that he could be intense and intimidating, and while he wanted Chad to submit, he didn’t want it to be out of fear.
***
Climbing behind the wheel of his Mercedes, Peter decided to head straight to the omega house. Chad was at the New Brixton Club, and though Peter was way overdressed compared to their typical clientele, he wanted to get to Chad before he found time to fuck an omega.
The omega house might even work in Peter’s favor. If he got to Chad before he got his knot wet, the omega heat pheromones saturating the air would make Peter’s job of seducing him ten times easier.
Even Peter was affected by omega heat pheromones. They were the ultimate alpha aphrodisiac.
Parking his car in the lot a block away from the club, annoyed by the lack of valet parking, Peter made his way across the street and toward the entrance to the club.
The New Brixton Omega House was relatively new, and not known for the quality of their omegas. They bought as many omegas as they could, with no thought to their condition, and then put them to use until they dropped.
Peter wondered if there were any alphas out there that had become omega rights activists after having an omega die on their knot. Just the thought of it made him shudder in disgust.
Walking through the front door of the club, Peter entered a sizable hallway with a reception area lining one wall and a pair of burly security guards guarding the entrance to the club itself.
The two guards shifted nervously when Peter entered, but Peter ignored them. He enjoyed being dominant to practically every alpha he encountered, but being petty and smug about it was beneath him.
“Welcome, sir. Is this your first time at the Brixton?” the beta behind the reception desk asked, smiling cheerfully. Peter nodded slowly and breathed in through his nose, the scent of omegas in heat making his cock swell.
“It is. I’m looking for a friend of mine. I was told he’d be here.” Peter walked up to the counter, looking the young beta up and down.
If he were attracted to betas, it would be this type. The young man was nicely muscled, and his face was handsome and rugged in a way that almost reminded Peter of an alpha.
“I’m sorry, but we only allow customers into the club itself,” the beta said, sounding nervous. Peter looked up from the beta’s nicely muscled chest with a frown.
“Did I ask if I could go in without paying?” he asked. The beta shrank back at his expression.
“No, sir. Sorry. I’m not—”
“I want full access,” Peter interrupted, handing the beta his credit card. He might be annoyed, but the beta had nothing to be worried about. Peter wasn’t the type to lose his temper unless challenged by another alpha.
Fighting a beta was something only the weakest of alphas would do.
“Yes, sir.”
The beta swiped Peter’s card and handed it back to him, along with a gold-colored plastic bracelet. Peter took the tacky piece of plastic and put it in his pocket, holding back a sigh.
