Page 59 of Queen Of Clubs

I can’t help but smile and laugh. “Thanks again for this. I’ll bring it back when I’m done.”

“Don't worry about it, keep it as long as you need.”

“Aren't you afraid of me going through your phone and snooping?” I ask with a playful grin.

He gives me one of his heart-stopping smiles. “Go for it. Look all you want. I have nothing to hide.” His smile turns into a mischievous grin. “But I should warn you, there are a lot of photos and videos of me and the guys, if you know what I mean. Zane likes to be videotaped.”

Holy fucking shit. My belly tightens, and my thighs clamp together. Thank God for the scent-blocking panties, or Everett would know just how much that idea has me turned on.

But by the way, his lip twitches as he grins, I have a feeling he knows.

“Thanks,” I squeak, then clear my throat. “Ah, for the heads up. Don’t worry, I won’t snoop.”

“No. Please do.” He winks. “And let me know later what you think about them.”

He leaves me standing here, needy and hot. I’m half tempted to ask him to come back and take care of what he started, but I shake my head to clear out the dirty thoughts. No time for sex, real life is calling.

I END UP IN THE HOTEL lounge to make my call. So much for blending in, seeing how I’m dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, sans bra. Yeah, I didn’t think about this before leaving the hotel room. I just needed some space to breathe.

Curling up on a chair in the back corner of the room, I give Travis a call, letting him know I’m taking some last minute time off. He doesn’t seem all that surprised by the fact that I mention I’ll be gone for two whole months.

He just tells me to come back when I’m ready; my job—and my apartment—will be waiting for me.

Hanging up, I chew on my lower lip, looking at Everett’s phone. “No. I can’t,” I chastise myself as I stare at the lock screen. The lock screen is a photo of the three of them, laughing and smiling up on stage at what I’m assuming was one of their concerts.

“Fuck it.” What could it hurt? He said I could search his phone. When I went to make the call, I didn’t have to go into the main part of his phone, because I was able to do it from his lock screen.

So after I punch in the code, a small sob slips free when I see the background of his phone. “Oh my God,” I whisper, tears forming in my eyes as a small smile graces my lips.

It’s the four of us. Griffin just got his first paycheck from his first job, and he bought himself a phone. It wasn’t anything fancy, just enough to do what he wanted it for.

We were all excited, sitting in our treehouse, exploring all the apps with him. He opened the camera and said he wanted a family photo.

The angle was all weird, so he told us to all lay down on the ground. We laughed, called him crazy, but did it anyway.

Our heads formed a circle, and he lifted the camera up above our heads. We all gave our biggest and brightest smiles, actually feeling happy in that moment.

“What am I going to do?” I whisper to myself, clicking the screen off with a heavy sigh. I close my eyes, leaning my head against the chair.

So much has happened, and just when I seem to have a moment to process everything, something new gets thrown my way.

I agreed to two months and in that moment, I was so convinced that I’d be heading back to The High Roller.

But being cuddled up between Griffin and Everett while we watched that movie... I don’t know. It was the most relaxed I’ve felt in a very long time.

What if this could work? What if we could really be a pack? I might be pissed off at Zane, but he seems very sure of the fact that he wants me. That he’s in love with me.

The more I let that thought sink in, the more it scares me, but it also makes me so damn happy.

This is what I’ve always wanted, for the guys to confess their love for me, to make me theirs.

But it’s not that easy, at least not for me. I’ve been convinced for years that they hated me, replaced me, and played me for a fool. I’ve convinced myself that I hated them too and pushed my feelings down deep. What if I let them in, and they break my heart for real this time?

What if they finally have what they’ve been looking for, only to realize that having an omega isn’t actually what works for them?

Will they pick their fame and money over me?

I guess for now, I’ll enjoy the time while I have it and see where things go. I’m not normally one who assumes the worst and doesn’t bother trying, so why start that now?