Page 33 of Omegas Need
He always looked like money, but I had gotten used to seeing him tousled from bed or in the throes of passion.
He looked sexy in all states; lounging around the house, cuddling Usman, wrapped around me, or dressed to go to the office in the morning.
I’d never been so sexually satisfied in my life—or so satisfied in all other ways, either.
But still, it was nice to see him all dressed up, in a suit and in his element, surrounded by other high-end people.
Usman had whispered to me that he was worried we would stand out. That everyone would know with one look that we had come off the streets. Like there was a label on us, but once we were inside, I knew that wasn’t the case.
The lights were dim, there were tables laden with hors d'oeuvres set around the ballroom and even ice sculptures.
In one corner, there was a live band with a dance floor in front of it.
We stayed close to Chase’s side as he went through the room, greeting people he knew. He introduced us every time with a simple, ‘This is Wren and this is Usman.’ It was an effective way to leave little room for anyone to question us. I had a feeling he wouldn’t care even if they did.
Understandably so. Chase was the boss of most of the people in this room. It was his company’s yearly banquet, after all.
After a while, me and Usman ended up lingering at one of the tables, snacking on the devilled eggs while Chase conversed with someone he knew.
“What do you think?” Usman asked me quietly.
“It’s amazing,” I said, glancing around. Whoever had planned the event had done a fantastic job. It was going to take a long time for me to get used to being in places like these.
“We’re the only unmarked omegas,” Usman noted.
I looked around again, realizing that he was right.
Everyone here were either alphas, or mated couples.
“We may not be marked, but we’re still Chase’s,” I reminded him.
He nodded but I could see the wistful look in his eyes.
“Are you two having fun?”
Glancing over as one, we found one of Chase’s colleagues we had been introduced to leaning against the table watching us with shrewd eyes.
One sniff told me the man was unmated, but he didn’t seem threatening, just curious.
“Yes, it’s a great party,” Usman said.
“You think?” he asked, glancing around as though that surprised him.
Usman and I exchanged a glance but didn’t argue.
“So, what is your connection to Chase?” he asked, glancing between us. “Are one of you seeing him? Or both?”
Before we could answer, Chase’s familiar arms went around both of our shoulders.
“Always so nosy,” he informed the other alpha and smiled down at us.
“Can you blame me?” he asked. “I like to know what my board of directors get up to.”
Chase gave him a look.
“My personal life doesn’t have anything to do with my work life,” he finally said. “All you need to know is that these two are mine and I don’t want anyone giving them any trouble.”
I could barely contain a smile. It was sweet that Chase thoughtthiswas trouble. This was nothing compared to situations we’d been in before.
