I may as well be talking to a brick wall because he begins to speak to someone else in the room with him.
I’m trying hard not to grumble. I’m not a toddler, I’m a grown goddamned man! Even though this apartment is sparse, it’s still been mine. I simply haven’t had the time or energy to lean into my omega instincts to decorate.
This place has a very transitional feeling to it. Maybe the universe knew that this would happen.
Great, and now I’m moping again.
“Captain!” Coach bellows.
Oops. I guess he’s been trying to get my attention.
“Yes,” I say, sounding as if I’m coming up for air. Fuck a duck, I’m definitely starting to lose my shit.
“Get the fuck out of the apartment. I’ll go by and make a police report for you,” he says. “You’re bunking with Skylar and Rhodes for now. They have that huge house they just moved into and since they’re here with me, they offered.”
“I can’t possibly do that,” I sputter.
Why world? Why?! Ugh, it’s almost a little too perfect of a solution, but there’s no way they could be behind this, right?
“Hey, roomie!” Rhodes calls out. “I’ll text you the address. We’ll get your stuff replaced for you.”
Even my sex toys are water logged. Ugh. There’s no way I’m allowing them to follow me around while I shop for that stuff. Absolutely not.
“That’s really not necessary,” I grind out.
“Rhodes and Skylar came in to talk with me and they said that they feel as if things haven’t been clicking between the three of you,” Coach drawls.
My dick perks up inappropriately and I blow out a breath. I should have known that they would play dirty. Now there’s no way I’ll be able to get away from them.
“I’ve also been sensing some tension between the three of you. I’m not sure if you need to bang it out or what, but I need your head in the fucking game,” he adds.
Fuck me. Why are my coaches so concerned with my sex life?
“That’s…not appropriate,” I mumble instead.
“Meh. I don’t care what you all do as long as it doesn’t get back to Human Resources or affect the team,” Coach Weightman says.“What I do know is that this is a problem and I expect you three to fix it!”
Ugh. He’s yelling at me. I am typically the golden boy so I’m not usually yelled at, which is good becuase I fucking hate it.
“Yes, sir,” I grumble.
“I haven’t heard a door close yet. All of that standing water is terrible for your feet. Get moving!”he roars.
It feels like a firecracker was lit up in my asshole as I hurry out of my apartment. Water sloshes everywhere, and now that he mentions it, my feet are cold.
It seems dumb to lock my door, yet I do it out of habit.
“I’m gone, promise,” I mutter as I hustle down the hallway.
“Hey roomie, don’t forget about Rhodes’ text,”Skylar says loudly, sounding smug.
All I can do is roll my eyes. Edna, our PR manager, decided to create a team phone tree with all of our numbers, so I know how he got my phone number. I think it’s a little juvenile to have a phone tree, but emergencies happen, which is why I’m the top of it as captain.
“Alright, I’m going to lose service in the elevator,” I lie. “Bye, Coach.”
Hanging up the phone, I hit the button to call the elevator and blow out a cleansing breath. If I smoked, I’d want a cigarette right now. Since I can’t do that, masturbation is my next option, but even that’s out the window now.
The alphas who are my new roommates will definitely hear and smell me if I fucked my fist anywhere near them. I make sure to walk into the elevator and the doors shut before I root through my bag for my scent blocking cream. I decided to get something stronger than my usual this morning, and this is the first time I’m using it.
