Page 8 of Broken Dreams

I’m almost positive I know who it was, because Bret has a way of making that girl late several times a week. Alisa is his new favorite fucktoy unfortunately, though she hasn’t done anything to deserve it. The omega is simply the newest addition to his collection, a replacement to his menagerie of omegas after an alpha paid him to fuck Gracie to death.

“Breathe, my girl,” Linus whispers, beginning to curl my hair. The reminder makes me force air into my lungs as I nod. It’s dangerous to remember those who have died while in Bret’s care. “Does Alpha Sanchez want the both of us or just you?”

I wouldn’t have dragged him with me if it was just me, but Linus is absurdly good at helping me get dressed. Bret wouldn’t typically even think twice about my asking the omega for help because he’s so good with a curling iron and makeup.

Linus told me once he had younger sisters who enjoyed playing dress up, so he learned for them. It’s sweet, and a memory I hope he cherishes. He was kidnapped off the street walking home from studying late at the campus library. Bret immediately bought him at auction, and he’s been with us ever since.

I can’t help but feel that he was lucky not to have been bought by someone else, even though Slick Dreams isn’t a walk in the park by any means.

I didn’t get bought by Bret until I was eighteen. I refuse to think about the years before that.

“Both of us,” I say softly, knowing he’ll have to change as well.

Alpha Sanchez will want him to wear a pair of boxers, a robe, and nothing else. I have a robe as well just for when he comes in, because there’s no other reason for me to have one. Modesty dies a quick death here. He says he doesn’t like to share what belongs to him, even if it is just for the night.

This is why I like it when he’s here. I have no one else I need to listen to except him, no other eyes trailing down my body since I’m locked away with him. I want to please him, enjoy how he makes me feel.

Squeezing my thighs together, I shiver as I perfume. Fuck, that’s embarrassing. I can feel Linus’ smile as his lips press against my neck as he finishes helping me with my hair.

“You don’t have to hide with me,” he whispers in my ear.

“I know,” I whisper back, turning to gaze at myself critically as he steps away from me. Picking up a makeup removal pad, I soak it in micellar cleansing water to take off my makeup.

Linus treats me to the delicious view of his ass as he changes, making me smirk. Peeking over at me, he looks smug as he pulls on a pair of boxers and a robe. I appreciate his efforts at levity, since I rarely get them otherwise.

Quickly, I change up my makeup so I’m wearing much less, and it appears more natural. My baby blue eyes are fringed with nude eyeshadow, my cheeks get a touch of pink blush, and I finish off with a hint of lip gloss. My eyelashes are naturally long, and Christian’s thick cock always makes my eyes water so I forego any type of mascara.

Standing, I pull off my lingerie set for the one piece waiting for me, and then put on the black robe.

“Perfect,” Linus murmurs, his gaze heating.

Suddenly, all I can smell is him, and I can feel my lids begin to hood. If things were different, we could happily be with eachother forever and run away. The unfortunate reality is how many guards we’d have to go through in order to make that happen.

“Thank you,” I say instead.

Moving together, my hair seems to have a life of its own as it moves over my body. When I’m naked, it tends to cover too much of me, which annoys the clients. Alpha Sanchez enjoys the look, and the way my hair slides over his body when he finally breaks free of his control to fuck me.

Linus’ fingers tangle in mine as we walk out of the dressing room to meet the guard who will walk us to the room where the alpha will join us.

“He has you for the night,” the guard grunts as he opens the door to the private room.

Linus and I walk through to begin our night with each other, knowing the alpha likes to smell our arousal in the air when he arrives.

Time to ourselves? Sign me the fuck up.

LINUS

This woman is stunning. Her long blonde hair is a mass of curls with a life of their own as she pulls the belt of her robe. Her gaze is mischievous now that it’s just us, her lips full and pouty as she lets the fabric slip off her shoulders and down her body.

Alpha Sanchez will want to see her in the lingerie she chose for him so I can’t take it off with my teeth quite yet. Following her lead, I allow my robe to drop to the floor as well, my feet closing the short distance between us as my hand slides into her silken curls.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I tease her softly, my lips dropping to capture hers.

The light sigh as I kiss her and the slow uncoiling of anxiety inside of her is telling. Makayla doesn’t talk very much, but her body says so much to me. What’s most impressive is the fact that she’s able to dupe so many others into believing the lie that she can’t be fucked with.

She’ll do her job, make her marks think they’re the most important people in the world to her. She sells desire, arousal, and sex appeal, which is why Bret is not so secretly enamored with her. It’s disgusting, and sometimes she manages to make him so enraged that he’ll beat her just to hear her scream.

All because she refuses to speak otherwise.

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