Page 5 of Fallen Omega

They’re silent a beat.

“Well, Lizette, seems we’re gonna have to arrest you for vagrancy. So?—”

“Let her the fuck go.”

Their faces change, and they do just as the mysterious voice commands. I spin.

A sleek black car sits there shining, expensive, with its windows tinted. It’s the kind of car I wouldn’t hear. A motor runs with an almost silent purr.

The window winds down, and I try to see in but whoever it is with the voice that could cause heat in the most literal sex-soaked sense beckons Andy over. “You, here, now.”

I have no clue who is speaking, but they’ve got power and money. Voices murmur and Harry motions at my bag that lies in a puddle, contents spilled. “Just get your shit, bitch.”

With a bit-back sigh, I do. I want to ask for my pills, but I don’t dare.

As I stand, I stagger. I’m hit by the most intoxicating scent.

Maybe it’s the rain and the storm, but it’s like the heavy air before a pending storm over an ocean mixed with sex, heady with musk and saltiness. I breathe in deeper. I can’t stop myself. The earthiness turns into that petrichor aroma of rain I adore. Fresher and more defined than the rain I ran through.

I’m in love, lust, filled with hunger. I could breathe this scent in endlessly and live out my days.

Naturally, my body wants to move closer, seek it out, and as I look around, all I can do is stare at the black car.

It’s him.

The man inside it.

He’s the source.

Something’s buzzing, annoying me.

“Did you hear me?” snaps Andy. “You can go.”

“Can I?—”

“Go.”

Thatgois dark, commanding in ways I don’t understand and it comes from the car. I want to stupidly ask for my pills, but any confidence I have left strips itself from me. I stumble as I obey, taking off down the street.

I don’t stop my brisk almost run until I’m breathing wild behind the front door of my apartment. I lean against the door, chest rising fast.

The urge to leave, to obey, seeps away, and I start to reach for the door, to go back and find the man who smelled like my heaven. A man I’ve never, ever seen.

Only heard.

Onlysmelled.

I drop my hand and weariness overcomes me, and with it, the dull ache returns.

No more pills means a rough time for me when it all starts.

I drag myself to the pile of soft blankets Dad got me and burrow into them. Maybe by tomorrow, it’ll pass.

Until then, I need to sleep.

Chapter

Two

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