Page 93 of Queen Of Clubs
“He’s here.” Gianna laughs awkwardly. “Everything is good now.”
“Fine,” Zane huffs, then looks at me. “Be good, Trouble,” he warns me.
“Well, that's no fun.” I grin, and he glares at me. “Fine, I’ll be a good little omega.” I bat my eyelashes at him.
“Brat,” he snickers, then wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against his body. He spins me, pressing me against the wall and kissing me roughly. I whimper as my belly heats.
When he pulls back, we’re both breathless. “I’ll see you at the VIP meet and greet, understand? I don’t want to be away from you all day.”
“Okay.” I nod.
Everett and Griffin say their goodbyes, kissing me just as passionately. As they head out, I don’t miss the scowl on Gianna’s face.
“Hi.” I look over at Calvin as soon as the door closes behind them.
“Fuck,” he curses, pulling me into his arms. He crushes me to his body, but I don’t mind. I sigh, smiling against his chest as I melt into his touch. “I’m so fucking glad your okay, Darling. You had me worried sick. I’ve been beating myself up all night about what happened.”
“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Zane. It’s not your fault. Please, don’t blame yourself.”
“You can ask that of us all you want, but it won’t change how we feel,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.
“I know. But I’m still going to try.”
He tucks his face into my neck and inhales deeply, making me laugh.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Smelling you. Sorry, but you are so damn addicting.”
“Why thank you.” I grin up at him.
We stare at each other for a moment, looking into one another’s eyes. Something inside me shifts a little. “I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“For what?” He leans forward, brushing his nose against the tip of mine.
“For shutting down the idea of being something more with you before. If I knew what we were, I wouldn’t have.”
“I know,” he says. “But you weren’t ready, and I didn’t want to force you into something that you might not want. I still don’t.”
He means me going off my alpha blockers. Little does he know, after this last bottle of spray is done, I don’t plan on replacing it. This means I know it’s coming and still give myself a little more time to adjust to my new crazy life.
I miss the club and the girls. I want to go back when all this is over. I’d like to have a conversation with the guys and see how they feel about moving to Vegas. But right now, I just want to enjoy all the time I’ve missed with them, get to know who they are now as well as being around Calvin as my alpha, not my client.
CALVIN AND I HUNG OUT for the day. We went to eat, spent hours talking, and by time he brought me back up to the hotel to get ready for the night, I knew without a doubt I wanted him as my alpha.
I didn’t ask him what he did about the guys from the alley. I don’t want to know. It’s better if I don’t. All I care about is that they can’t hurt me or anyone else. And knowing Calvin and Zane, I don’t think they would just let these guys walk around free.
So, they are either dead or on their way to being locked up. Honestly, would it be fucked up if I wished it was the first?
Sorry, not sorry, but people who get their kicks from hurting and raping people, they don’t deserve another chance. They won’t change, they will only do it again. So why allow the risk?
You would think the idea of knowing these men could have killed them would scare me, but if anything, it turns me on. Because I know they would never hurt me, so what is there to be afraid of?
Right now, we’re in the VIP room, and I’m trying really damn hard to keep the jealous omega in me at bay. I don’t want to come off as a crazy girlfriend. No one even knows who I am or what I mean to the guys yet, and this sure as hell isn't how I plan for it to get out.
There's a girl with her hand on Zane. He politely removes it, and I bite my lip, holding back my grin as she pouts.
The girl talking to Griffin looks like she’s seconds away from cumming in her pants or passing out. Who knows, maybe both?