Page 33 of Dubious Match
She just met me for fuck’s sake.
Get it together, Brice. Don’t be an asshole. She’s allowed and justified to have a past.
With that discussion with myself, I glance at Hollis and turn out the light in her bathroom.
“If you must know, stalker, when I got to her office, she was clutching her head like she’d like nothing more than to shove an ice pick through her temple,” I explain. “I put the food I brought her in the fridge, put the daisies in water, and carried her out of the office. Then I drove her home and put her to bed to sleep off her migraine. I hate seeing how sick she is, Felix.”
“Are you going to stay with her?” he asks worriedly.
“She made me promise to leave after she took her migraine medication. It puts her on her ass, and I don’t think she likes theidea of having anyone around when she’s that vulnerable, you know?” I ask, practically tiptoeing over to check on her again.
I’m sure if anyone was around to see me that they’d laugh because I look ridiculous, but I’m alone so it doesn’t matter. I’m also nervous to leave my omega. My fingers move over her soft hair again, and then ghost down to her back so I can feel her breathe.
“Does that seem like a normal reaction?”he asks. “You’re her alpha, why would you want to hurt her?”
“I don’t think it has anything to do with me,” I admit. “We didn’t give her the best first impression either. Doesn’t your mother have some kind of special CBD cream that she makes? It won’t touch the one she’s having now, but I think it would help at the first signs of a migraine. She said she was about to just lay on the floor of her office and close her eyes. There was no way she’d have been able to drive herself home.”
“My mom? Yeah, I have some here at the house too actually. She sent some to me last week. I’ll gladly give her a jar of it,”Felix says. “Mom also swears by hot water for a person’s feet when they’re suffering from a migraine. It pulls the blood flow away from their head. Does she have a kettle by chance?”
“Maybe. I’m going to go snoop through her things. I’ll be back at the office soon,” I say, hanging up.
He’s going to fucking watch me drive back on the damn app. Snorting, I shake my head.
“Biology has chosen quite the pack for you, Baby Girl,” I murmur.
I’m loath to move, but force myself to walk to her kitchen. Looking through her cabinets, I find an electric kettle, and write on a sticky note from a drawer.
Fill Me,I write. I’m intent on getting her to actually pay attention to me, so I set it on the counter where she won’t accidentally knock it over but she’ll definitely see it. Next, I find a plastic tub she can pour the water into for her feet, and add that next to the electric kettle.
Pour into me, I add with a smirk.
Lastly, I grab a towel that’s fluffy and perfect for drying her feet and add it to the group of items for her to use. Hopefully, she doesn’t think I was recklessly going through her things. I just want her to feel better.
Writing a note for the towel, I find a pad of paper to add a little context for her.
Much like Alice in Wonderland, I have notes for you. These aren’t laced in psychedelics, but hopefully they’ll help you with your migraine.
As promised, I’m heading out, but I wanted you to wake up to the reminder that a little self care can go a long way.
If you still have a migraine after this, I hear an orgasm or two can help. I hear you’re a good customer of ours, and we did give you a bag to product test.
Call me later, please.
Brice.
My eyes move back to the bed, where Hollis hasn’t moved at all. It’s kind of creepy how hard her medication hit her. Shaking my head, I leave my last note to her on the counter and move to the elevator.
Her loft is incredible. It’s full of light colors, curtains for motions, and open spaces. I didn’t really think that omegas would enjoy something like this, but the security for this building is pretty amazing.
She also has her lighting set up so she can control it, and the bulbs are all a warm color. It won’t itch at all. It makes me wonder where her nest is, but I force my finger to hit the button to call the elevator.
I can’t fuck with the smells in her nest, and I refuse to violate her privacy any more than I have. Reluctantly, I step into the elevator car and push the button to go down to the parking garage.
I’m intrigued by Hollis. I want to know more about her place with the mafia community, as well as why they insist that they see her. It seems they need things from her only she can provide.
Hollis works her ass off, yet it doesn’t ever seem to be enough. Felix was wrong. She’s not an alpha pimp, our scent match is a fucking fixer.
She can’t continue to ignore her health while she’s oiling the cogs to people’s happiness. What about her?
