"How the fuck is this my fault? I had a lot on my plate this morning. I think I deserve a little slack with how much shit is on my plate right now." I glower at him as he keeps walking.
"It takes two seconds to listen to someone," he says, looking over his shoulder at me. "Respect doesn't cost you anything."
"And I apologized afterward," I continue. "You could've saved yourself all this trouble if you hadn't been such a stubborn little jackass."
He sniffs and turns away, shuffling along the path with an air of finality.
I shake my head in annoyance and turn back to the mess that's left behind.
None of this is my fault. He had plenty of chances to avoid all this. I will not allow him to make me feel guilty about something that I literally had no control over. How the hell was I supposed to know what his emergency was?
I clear my throat and flare my nostrils. I do not have the time or energy to deal with him and these mind games he's trying to play. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy getting to fuck him like that. It would've been even nicer if I'd actually been able to enjoy my orgasm.
I grit my teeth. I can't afford to let him distract me like this. I'm supposed to be checking in with the camera control room right now not tromping the semi-dark trying to hide evidence of our illicit rendezvous.
Nine
Isaac
I somehow manage to get back to my room without anyone noticing me. My heart was pounding the entire way and I'm completely breathless.
Thankfully, everyone's working and I can take a shower in the communal bathroom without interruption.
As the water crashes against my skin, I'm finally able to stop and process everything that just happened.
First, holy shit, I actually had sex with Duke. That thick alpha cock was everything I'd imagined it could be. It was just a quickie, and I didn't get a taste of his knot, but I still loved every second of it.
Second, holy shit, I just embarrassed myself in front of the hottest alpha I've ever laid eyes on. I mean, seriously, the way I was acting was straight up slutty. Begging a relative stranger to fuck me because of how horny I was. I'm just glad it wasn't a guest or something. Not that this is much better.
Third, and finally, why the hell am I such a massive idiot? Telling him that all this is his fault? What am I trying to accomplish here? At this point, I need to be sent home. Keeping me here is a liability. It puts me at risk, as well as any nearby alphas the next time I happen to swing into heat again. Not only that, but it puts Duke at risk if his boss finds out he kept this a secret. It would be irresponsible of me to stay here.
But Duke didn't say anything about it when I asked him. He refused to give me a straight up answer. If he's so conflicted about it, does that mean he doesn't want me to leave?
My heart skips a beat at that thought. My elation plummets when I, once again, recall my parting shot.
I think I'm trying to avoid falling into the desperate omega trope. I'm intentionally pushing his buttons to try because I don't want him to pity me. The thing is, I'm pretty sure what I'm actually doing is just pissing him off. I know I wouldn't want to date someone who's acting like me.
Date.
Am I really thinking about a relationship with him? He was considerate enough to actually not risk getting me pregnant. I think most alphas would've plowed straight ahead and said hell with the consequences. Of course, he could've just been thinking about himself…
My thoughts ping pong back and forth as I finish my shower. By the time I'm done, I'm no closer to figuring any of this out than I was before. At least now I'm fully dressed and not covered in bodily fluids.
Grumbling under my breath, I locate the nurse's office. It's tucked at the back of the hotel, not too far from the main office where Duke's boss works.
Thankfully, the nurse is there and is more than willing to give me a suppressant. I don't tell him that I've already gone into heat and that I'm pretty sure this isn't going to work. Part of me is hoping for a miracle here. If dinner time tomorrow rolls around and I still haven't gone into heat, the suppressant did its job.
Of course, I'm almost certain that once Duke has a chance to get his thoughts together, he won't hesitate to send me home.
I slink back to my room and go through all my belongings for the hundredth time as I repack my back. There's still no sign of the box of pills and I feel my heart sink a little. I'm still almost certain that I put them in the bag. I can't practically picture putting them in with the rest of my toiletries when I was packing. Apparently I can't trust my memory at all.
I collapse onto my bed. It's still early and I know that Anders won't be back for a long time. There's nothing else for me to do but lay here and stare at the ceiling. I didn't bring anything with me to entertain myself. I figured I'd be so busy working, or making friends, that I wouldn't have time to do anything else.
Biting my lip, I try to suppress the emotions welling up inside of me. I'm really bad at just about everything I do. I make shitty decisions all the time. It's been a long time since I've actually felt like I was going anywhere with my life. I'd hoped that spending two weeks out here, soaking up sunshine and new experiences might give me the jolt that I needed to break out of my rut.
Instead, I fucked the whole thing up less than two days in.
Even if Duke doesn't send me home, I should ask to be sent back. I could go to his boss, Warren, first thing in the morning and ask to go home.
I take a deep breath and steel my resolve. There's no doubt in my mind that that, at least, is the right choice here. I'm not going to let this situation continue to spiral out of control.
I'm really surprised to wake up the next morning and realize that Anders never came back to the room. His bed is unslept in and I'm just as alone as I was when I fell asleep. The pale morning light streams in through the window and greets me chilly.
I drag myself out of bed and shove on some sensible clothes. There's no point in putting on that ridiculous thong if I'm just going to be leaving. I inhale deeply, steadying myself and then step out of the room.
I'm greeted almost immediately by Anders who looks surprised to see me. He's wrapped in his black, cotton robe, and grins from ear to ear when he sees me. His hair is mussed and there are dark circles under his eyes. The scent of sex clings to him almost as closely as his robe. He presses a finger to his lips and winks, before slipping into our room without a word.
So apparently Mr. "I hate alphas" hooked up with someone last night. I guess I'm not the only one breaking the rules then. I chuckle to myself as I slip down the stairs and head across the grass. I wonder how many of the other omegas are sneaking around, breaking rules, and generally misbehaving themselves. If they're not hurting anyone, does it really matter?
I'm certainly not going to turn anyone in. It's not like I'm a very good example after all.
I decide not to wait for Duke to tell me what his decision is. I can't risk him changing his mind and asking me to stay. Not that he would anyway. Any reasonable person would tell me to go home. It's the right choice.
I head straight to Warren's office and knock on the door. There's no answer.