Page 9 of Alpha & Omega

Omega sent his photo, and I took a close look. His hair was a dark brown that fell to his shoulders, and his eyes were kind and also brown. He also had a beard, which was short but full. He was… fucking hot. Gorgeous even. Honestly, I hadn’t really cared, liking him already, but this was an added bonus.

Me: I like.

OmegaChef34: I like yours, too. I’m Harley, by the way.

Me: Kingston, but you can call me King or Alpha. It’s what my

family likes to call me. Kingston is fine, too.

OmegaChef34: How about dinner and some drinks?

Me: Your restaurant?

OmegaChef34: LOL, no, I wouldn’t torture you just yet, unless

that’s your thing…

I laughed out loud at the innuendo, then stifled it, looking around to find my family still watching me like hawks.

Me: Depends on the torture, but food and drinks sound great. You’re

the chef, so you pick.

OmegaChef34: Sounds good. When are you off next? I’ll have my

sous chef take over that night.

Me: I’m not off until next Wednesday.

OmegaChef34: Then it’s a date.

Me: I look forward to it, Harley.

OmegaChef34: And I look forward to meeting you. I’ll shoot you

the restaurant name and address later tonight.

Me: Great!

Shit, did that seem too eager?

When we signed off, I walked back to where everyone was sitting and watching. I couldn’t wipe the huge smile off my face despite knowing I was going to get tons of flack for it. Great! Even Stix showed up, and he was almost as bad as Jazz, sometimes worse.

“Well?” they all asked at once.

I sat on the ground, pulled out my smokes, and lit up another cigarette. After taking a drag, I exhaled the smoke from my lungs, dragging out the agony, knowing they were going to burst any second if I didn’t tell them.

“Kingston McLaren! Tell us now!” Stix insisted.

I smirked. “I have a date with OmegaChef34, also known as Harley, on Wednesday night. We’re going out to dinner.”

Everyone moved closer to me. “So… what’s he like?” Blondie asked. “Is he hot?”

“Yeah, he’s gorgeous, and he seems totally chill. He hasn’t dated in a while, like me. We have a few things in common, but I’ll find out more on the date. Harley also has a sixteen-year-old son.”

“Perfect!” Pippin announced.

“Perfect?”

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