Page 212 of Fallen Omega

The only good thing about the tears last night is that Darcy saw and she took me to a corner and made me pull myself together before anyone else noticed.

Her no-nonsense style combined with her complete loss at what to do cleared the tears to a watery giggle.

Thank goodness, because later it was business as usual and I sang.

Not so good? The alphas let me sleep alone.

And now…

Here I am in a beautiful building that’s a modern, airy dream inside.

The top floors are built to code on top of the existing building and those smaller floors, each with terraces, all belong to the three alphas.

The rest of the staff live in the other floors. And not just staff from Pandora’s Folly, but from their other places, other businesses.

I know because Knight wouldn’t shut up, telling me who lives where and what they do for the Unholy Trinity.

It’s completely endearing.

Right now he’s getting some wine for us and I move about on a shared living floor, where they could, if they were the type, entertain. The open plan great room is gorgeous and I’m…

I’m restless.

It isn’t fair to be so jumpy because this place is stunning. All of it.

“So what do you think? Modern as all get out inside,heritage on the shell. A home in the sky. Away from the shitty part of Starlight City.” Knight grins like he built it himself.

“This building is glorious.”

He hands me a white wine. “And…there’s a floor for you. It took a bit to get ready, but it’s there.”

Then he peers at me as the elevator dings and my senses spike up again. It’s Dante.

I slide him a look but he moves past and into the kitchen area.

“Took us some fast talking, but it’s there.” Knight sips his wine. “You want something changed, just tell Daddy.”

And my libido ticks up, momentarily squashing down the emptiness that’s settled since yesterday, like something’s missing. That something’s just…wrong.

From the corner of the shared floor of their three-story part of the building, Dante glares. “Maybe she likes it.”

Cigarette smoke drifts in from the open balcony doors where Reaper stands, looking out at the city.

No doubt he can hear every word and he’s just keeping out of it. This is between me and Dante. He knows it.

Why couldn’t it be just Reaper and Knight?

And why the hell do I have to be in love with the complex and cruel Dante as well?

I can’t be here without all of them.

I deserve everything, and Dante doesn’t get to play with me when he feels like it and have his walls up, too.

Crumbs are for birds.

I’m not that.

“I do like it, Knight.”

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