Page 4 of Dubious Match
“Yes, but she was a bitch that kept you from your daughter. I think you get a pass,” I say.
Walking around to my driver side door, I wave goodbye to him as I get inside and situated. They watch as I pull away from the curb before walking back to their own car, making me sigh in appreciation.
I may be staunch in my own ways, and insist on my independence, but it is nice to have people care.
Who says chivalry is dead? Not I.
Laying in my bed, I gaze up at the ceiling, listening to a podcast for research purposes. After all, I can’t properly counteract someone's actions if I refuse to keep tabs on them.
Even though I hate the bitches at the Regional Omegas Women’s Society, doing my homework is exactly how I’m going to make my event more successful than theirs. It’s happening in about five weeks, which means I need to begin gathering responses from my invitations.
Turning over to my side to go through my list, I roll my eyes at something Emilia says.
“Trust me, I know there are other mixers you could be going to,”she says. “They are filled with tattooed alphas who skirt the line of the law and packs who will use you up and leave you.”
“Fucking liar!” I scream in frustration.
Did I purposefully set the date of my company’s dating mixer as the same as hers? I did. I am incredibly petty like that. However, the packs and alphas I invited are good people. Stabbing someone here and there doesn’t detract from someone’s character.
At least, not in my book.
“I would never tell you what to do,”Emilia continues. “However, I consider myself like a big sister to those who listen to my podcast, and enjoy helping to lead you on the right path. All you have to do is fill out the form to see if you’re eligible for the mixer, and if you are, I am making it free of charge to attend. If you feel moved to donate at the door, that’s completely up to you.”
I really wish someone would kill her. I’m not even asking for a long, drawn out torturing session. Though that would be nice. I just really think she should be removed from existing on this planet.
Continuing to half listen, even though the omega is very good at fucking with my blood pressure, I move down the list of packs I’ve invited. Pack Royal is a very good client of mine, and I am really hoping that they’ll agree to come. They've been on the dating scene for almost two years, but nothing has come of it.
There was a moment where I thought Aisling would be interested, but fate had other plans.
According to this list, I’ve invited a hundred packs and single alphas, and about a hundred and fifty omegas. I know noteveryone will accept, but I had to start somewhere. November fifteenth is going to be a very busy day.
Originally, the date was going to happen in October, but when Emilia decided to change the date, I did the same. Honestly, there’s so much to do, I’m glad I did.
I’m not the only one who is working on undermining Emilia and ROWS, but I am putting my neck on the line by publicly throwing down the gauntlet. My face is all over this event, and I feel the need to make another video to explain why my event is superior.
It’s after midnight, but I am going to record it and then upload it in the morning. Otherwise, the day will get away from me. Sitting up, I crawl off my bed and push open my curtains to get up. I designed my loft to suit my needs.
The windows tint so the light won’t be too bright as the sun rises in the morning, and I can adjust it myself. There’s also a closed off nook for my nest with curtains that separate the rest of my loft from my nest. It’s an omega’s dream space, if she was devoted to being alone forever.
I take care of myself during my heats, alone with knotted toys from a company called The Naughty Tote in my nest. While it’s still painful and lonely, I’m not in any danger of losing my mind or dying. That’s about the best an omega can do outside of visiting a heat clinic.
I’ve researched it, but I can’t bring myself to go. Maybe I’ll try the one that Omega’s Haven has if I’m able to plan that far ahead. My heats aren’t always regular enough for me to do that. I’ll have to ask Aisling about it.
Walking over to my closet, I change into a cute dress to wear for the recording. I’ve been so focused on work, I’m still wearing my makeup, so I check it to make sure it’s still holding up. Gazing critically at my image in the mirror, I decide to swipe a little gloss over my lips with a nod.
I have a cute little set up for videos because I tend to do content at home. When I’m in the office, I’m typically seeing clients, speaking to them on the phone, or inputting information into the computer. I’m a one omega shop, which means I do everything for the dating business.
“Lighting is good, ugh this angle needs to change,” I mutter as I shift things around on the laptop stand. “Okay, that’ll have to do.”
This video will go both on Omega’s Link because that twat Emilia posts on that app, as well as my company website, Cupid’s Call. The name allows me to both pitch fun advertising on it, and explain how dating works, whether they attend mixers or use the dating app.
This video isn’t going to be super edited or have cute music to fade in and out, I simply plan to go straight to the point.
“I am cross-posting this video, so I want to make the point of introducing myself,” I begin. “I’m Hollis Edwards, and I have a passion for love. I know that sounds silly, but it’s true. I’ve never liked the idea of arranged courtships or a strict timeline to find an alpha or pack. However, I know all too well how dangerous dating can become, so I help take the guesswork out of it.”
Smiling at the camera, my hair curling over my shoulders, I shrug. “I also want it to be exciting. Butterflies of anticipation, conversations that lead to long walks after dinner, all of those moments build up to a relationship that lasts. My company offers different opportunities to meet one another, but my mixers are the one I’ll be discussing here,” I explain.
“I’ve done a lot of research on this area, because sometimes, gathering together so many different people in one space can feel overwhelming,” I say. “Alpha pheromones should never be used as a weapon, and an omega’s natural perfume can sometimes make alphas both aggressive and competitive. I’vebeen around powerful people my entire life, and like everything else, dealing with them is a delicate dance.”
