Page 68 of Knot Their Omega
Rely on him? That’s not even his job.
“Okay.” I can see the glint of a genuine smile form on her dark lips. Whatever glossy shade combination she uses makes them look so plump and sexy.
Kissable even…
I push the thought of my mind far too quickly before I mentally curse at the mere idea of this woman being considered attractive.
She’s not to my taste. You like sexy bitches with big tits, who get the job done.
Then they’re out of my life, never to be seen again.
My pack is going to find out that she’s no different from any other Omega of this new generation.
Icarus nods his head and slowly closes the door.Turning his attention our way, he points past us, directing us to move away from the bedroom.
As if not to disturb her? Why the hell are we entertaining a stranger?
There’s so much that needs to be said, yet I’m desperately trying to keep my cool.
Or whatever is left of my temperament after that confrontation.
I hate the brewing fact that I’ve lost in some way.
This Omega should have hit the high tides and been on the streets instead of being in my sacred oasis, apparently working, after being temporarily clothed with my talent manager’s shirt and fed breakfast before the rest of us.
She has to be an experienced seductress or is blackmailing Icarus.
Could be both at this point because no way would Icarus voluntarily be down with any of this.
I need to find out here and now.
The moment we enter the front part of the bus, Icarus slides the divider he suggested we instill because of its“noise cancellation” capabilities. To everyone else, it’s assumed because I create music on the go, it can tone down the noise significantly to not disturb everyone else in the group or team.
Truthfully, it’s because I fuck too many bitches, and Icarus got it installed so he can work and not risk our potential competition hearing me make girls cum for hours on end.
Probably not hours, but there’s nothing wrong with stroking your own ego.
“What the fuck, Icarus?!” I snap the moment his eyes land on me. “Who the fuck is that? Why the fuck is she still here, and WHEN the fuck is she leaving our lives?!”
Poor guy can’t even get a break with all my questions, but I needed answers minutes ago, and as of now, no one seems to give a shit about the priorities here.
“She isn’t going anywhere,” Icarus announces.
I hear the distaste in his tone because I know that voice better than anyone. I’ve heard it enough times when he’s telling a client that they either take the high road or what is being offered to them.
Either return to your life where you were practically homeless, fighting to get someone to give you a chance, or take the offer that can leave you with some form of legacy in this cruel industry.
When I don’t immediately reply back, Icarus looks at Kai and Kenji.
“Morning,” he greets them. “My bad. I didn’t message either of you when I left last night. Got into a sticky situation.”
“Sticky, huh,” Kenji says with a smirk as he outstretches his arms to cross them behind his head. “Don’t blame you cause, damn. Sweet Hummingbird is a stunning work of art, isn’t she?”
“You giving anyone a nickname is a bad sign,” Icarus complains and looks at Kai, watching him shrug slightly.
“It’s too late now,” Kai mumbles. “I said my real name by accident.”
“Which is a fucking first!” Kenji gasps as if he just remembered what happened. He punches Kai in the arm, though I know it’s more playful than violent. “You never slip up like that. Even when we were kids. What’s the deal? Did you do that on purpose?”