Page 105 of Slick Handling

Yes.

“Why would I lie to you?”

“This isn’t a game, Griffin. You’re making me even angrier. I’m not there. I just need to know that everyone is okay.” He isn’t here and feels like he is missing out. He wants time with the Omega like the rest of us. The distance must be fucking with his head.

I can understand that.

He’s on speaker so everyone can hear him threatening me. It makes it easy to flip out of the call, to my photo album. I took a couple pictures of Clover before we left for the game. She is wearing the jersey and smiling up at me from the couch she was sitting on.

If someone sent me this picture I would feel better.

Clover is beyond beautiful. It’s the way she smiles. There is mischief and joy in the way that she is looking at the camera.

I hear a sigh from the other end of the phone.

“Thank you for sending that, Griff. Sorry for being so hard on you. Just not hearing from anyone and not being there. It’s harder than I expected it to be.”

Do I feel bad lying to Apollo?

No.

Not even a little.

He has no chill. If I told him the truth of what was happening it’s possible he would go completely gray and have a nervous breakdown. We can’t have our pack lead having a nervous breakdown.

It’s best for everyone to just not let him know.

Apologize when he gets home and realizes what happened.

“I’m going in the house now. I’ll have our Omega reach out to you. Love you Apollo.”

Hanging up, I look at the other guys in the car. They’re tense and all seem to be worried about leaving the car and going in there to see Clover.

I don’t have that issue.

I want to be near her. I also need to see where her phone is so I can text Apollo from it so he can calm down a little. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. If I just send him a message from her it will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

The house is thick with her scent. It punches me in the face as soon as I walk through the door. My eyes water and I have to rub at my eyes to try and focus.

Fuck.

Glad I got that rut booster or else I’d be at risk of losing my mind.

Her scent is so syrup thick. It’s rich as I breathe in. My tongue tastes her in the air. It’s like heaven. To have every breath I take feeling like I’m breathing in our Omega. It’s everything. I always want the house to smell like this.

Always.

Henrik and Jean are on the couch looking agitated. The scent of someone else’s Omega doesn’t affect them the same way it’s affecting me. They’re already bonded so even if it smells good it probably is giving them a migraine from how thick it is.

They look up at me and glare. Definitely not in a good mood from having to sit here and not have their Omega give them attention..

“Go to your Omega and send ours down here. If you can’t control her, call Martha. She’s supposed to fly in tomorrow and can come right here if you are that stupid.” Jean snarls, crossing his arms as he stands up.

He’s definitely done here.

I need to be polite though. They did take care of our Omega for us and I do appreciate that.

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