Page 18 of Knot Their Omega

“How did you know my ass was here, and what’s that thing at the front of the door?” Kamari questions as she pulls back to admire me.

I don’t even answer her question because she’s squealing in delight, jumping up and down like a hyper lunatic.

“PURPLE! Heck! Lavender?! O.M.G! I knew purple compliments you, but fuck Rae! You’re a new badass bitch!” She’s trying her hardest not to ruin the delicate, loose curls I put in my hair. “Wow. So shiny and healthy even though you just dyed it. Where the fuck did you go to get this done! Plus, the makeup?! Jesus, woman! You have your first official interview as Blair or what?”

“God, no!” I shake my head profusely. “I’ll take that identity to the grave if I have to.”

“No, you won’t!” Kamari just gives me a sassy look. “You have to capitalize on your businesses, eventually. You can’t be a secret forever!”

She’s still admiring me from head to toe, then she whistles.

“Let me take a nice photo of you. This will be your debut picture.”

“Looking like a raunchy Omega trying to ride Alpha pony? No thanks.” I shiver at the mere thought.Goodness, I need a good fucking. When was the last time I had good sex? Yeah… never. My vibrators can do better.“Plus, Blair Vesper is male inthe eyes of these rich business fuckers. I think I’d lose biz if they knew I was a woman.”

“I doubt it.” Kamari declares.

She already has her phone out and is playing with those filter app settings as she always does, trying to make her iPhone into some DSLR.

I offered to buy her a real one, especially knowing she enjoys photography and taking photos of people of all spectrums, but she didn’t want me to spend six thousand on a camera.

I’ll have to try to get her one for her birthday in October.

“Stand over near the window so we can get some good sunset lighting on you,” she encourages. “And with this new movement trending, maybe coming out as a seven-figure Omega can be beneficial.”

“Movement?” I question as I follow her orders to head to the window. I know she’s not going to answer me until she ensures the space is perfect for her mini photoshoot, so I patiently wait as she sets the mood, even putting on soft music to play in the background.

I take advantage of her focus to check the mirror one more time. A feeling of fluttering nervousness builds in my stomach as I look at my reflection while I imagine the Alpha I met yesterday.

Tonight, I was going to one of the government-arranged meetups.

It had suddenly popped out of the blue. The only reason I heard about it in time was because Velvet was talking about it with another Omega, who seemed extremely excited about its sudden fruition.

The Elite Club,Sacred Divineon 19th Street, near Deviante Avenue, which is one of the richest blocks in our city. The richest, most impressive parties, shows, and galas always happen on Deviante Avenue. The street leads to acres of land and enchanting rose bushes imported from some of the richestcountries around the world. The street ends off at a segregated lake that can only be accessed by the wealthy.

The beach has security does identity checks, which include bank and credit score reviews to ensure you fit the “tax” bracket.

Wealthy Alphas enjoy paying the hefty seven-figure yacht parking fee just to have their pretty boats sitting on those waters.

To flaunt their toys and let everyone know that they can afford to lose seven figures monthly just to have their property present on those sparkling clear waters.

With how few Omegas seem to have found out about this party last minute, it looks like everyone was being hush-hush about it. Even Velvet only spoke with that other Omega because her family is one of the essential organizers for elite parties and hangouts events.

I found out because Velvet wants me to meet someone in my “unknown” tax bracket…

Maybe that’s why I actually put an effort to look good tonight.

Like a mouth-watering snack.

Starting with dying my hair to the perfect shade of lavender. Truthfully, I was cringing at the five-thousand-dollar price tag to ensure my hair would remain “healthy” despite dying it.

Now that I took a moment to appreciate the final look of light purple strands and how the hair stylist managed to give it an ombre effect that compliments bits of my silver locks was quite impressive. The ombre effect would ensure when my roots grow out, they would blend perfectly with the lavender, giving it another new effect that would complement me.

Adding the shiny texture and how nourished it looked without a spec of dryness, I’d humbly admit that having money to invest in yourself could bring out even better results than you can dream of.

My pale skin looked flawless after this afternoon’s facial that included a 24-karat gold face mask. There was a nice glow to my skin, even with the minimal layer of makeup done on my face which I admired.

I yearned to project a message that I can take care of myself and my image, which is important when entering these types of environments.

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