Page 160 of Dream Girl
Chapter Forty-Eight
Grace
Idabbed my lips with a cloth napkin and made a happy noise. This was the best dinner I’d ever eaten. Oh, those mashed potatoes.
It wasn’t just course after delightful course, or the live music, or even the rotating view of the city. It was the people I was with, laughing, telling me stories, showing me that the six people at the table with me truly were a family.
Pushing back from the table, I stood. “I’ll be right back.”
Wes stood. “Do you need air?”
“I need the ladies’ room, I’m fine.” I waved him off and went to the restroom.
While I was in the stall, others came in, talking as they went into the stalls.
“I can’t believe Spencer Thanukos and his whole beautiful pack are here. Oh, be still my ovaries,” one woman said.
“Why not? Everyone eats. But yeah, that does add to the view,” another giggled. “Brennan Morris is much more my style.”
“But Spencer’ssingle.”
Spencer had a fan club. But he was smart, rich, single, good-looking, successful, and was part of a powerful pack. Brennan was known in many circles because of his family.
“I’d share, wouldn’t you?” she giggled.
“Who are those women, though?” a third one added. “Sisters maybe?”
“No,” the first said. “Not that blonde. She was with Spencer at some dinner. Saw pictures. Whore.”
Whore? Seriously? My blood boiled as I tried to decide if I should leave the stall or not. All that being told I was a hussy for having a dream boyfriend when I was seventeen made me dislike slut-shaming.
“Jealous?” the second one laughed. “It’s not like you’re in line for his bite.”
Time to leave before they came backoutof the stalls.
“She doesn’t even have a bite, she’s probably just arm candy,” the third said.
I flushed and went out and washed my hands, glad they hadn’t emerged yet.
Another woman walked in, she looked at me, and her lips curved into a sneer. I tried to leave the bathroom, and she blocked me.
“A word of advice. Don’t even waste your time with a pack like that,” she told me. “They’ve got what they need; they’re not looking for new members. You’re a plaything. You’re not going to get a bite, or pack membership, you’re just going to get hurt.”
The other three women came out of their stalls and stared at me.
“You’re not even an omega,” the first one blurted.
“Um, no. But for the record, I’m not a whore, I’mmatedto one of them. Just because you can’t see a bite or use your nose doesn’t mean it’s not there.” I pushed past the woman, tears pricking my eyes.
What I wanted was to go outside. But we were on the top floor, and there didn’t even seem to be a balcony.
“My good doctor, what’s wrong?” Spencer stood there, his phone in his hand. “Come here.” He pulled me into his arms.
For a moment, I rested my head against his soft suit, inhaling his leathery scent, as he stroked my back. I took a deep breath.3.14159265359.
“That’s it, just breathe. It’s okay, Grace.” He rubbed my back as he held me.
Safe. I feltsafein his arms.
