Page 26 of My Alien Angel
Imani is scowling again. “Excuse me, Mr. Alien. I can make my own decisions, thank you very much. How about you tell me exactly what is going on so I can make an informed one?”
I can’t help but laugh. She’s totally like D’Aakh, except much better looking.
Chapter 20
Fin
“Idon’tlikethis,”I sigh, holding my phone between my ear and shoulder as I put a bunch of frozen pizzas in the cart. “I never wanted Imani to get in trouble.”
Caleb echoes my sigh through the phone. “Yeah, I don’t like it either, but you heard her. She wants to do this. And we both know how stubborn that woman is.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Infinity,” he interrupts me and I can just imagine him scowling, “we are adults. We can make our own decisions.Besides, even if your alien boyfriend wanted to call the space police, he’d still need satellite access to do that, wouldn’t he?”
Rolling my eyes, I move over to the selection of fruits and vegetables. We definitely haven’t been eating enough of those. From what Omni told me about the healing thing he took, it made his body heal faster but also burn through his body’s reserves at an insane rate, and all I’ve been feeding him was pizza and pasta. I’m totally failing the “how to take care of your alien 101” course. “He’s not my boyfriend,” I grumble.
“Oh, but you’re riding his dick, aren’t you? I’m absolutely bringing the mold kit tonight, by the way. The world deserves to be fucked byactualalien equipment.”
A groan escapes me as I rub my face. “Please stop talking about Omni’s cock.” An older gentleman walking down the aisle towards us clearly heard me by the scandalized look on his face, so I hurriedly grab a few apples and something green that I have no idea how to cook before rolling the cart away.
“That’s a hard no, my friend,” Caleb drawls. “You’ve got an actual alien with an actual alien cock in your possession. You can’t hoard him! The world—”
“Deserves to be fucked by aliens, I know. Perhaps you should ask that anal probe guy from TV to describe his experience. Omni says he’s not lying. You could make a brand new line of toys. ‘Actual alien anal probes.’ I’m sure there’s a market for it.” Colorful cereal boxes catch my attention. Sweets. Omni seems to like sweets.
Caleb snorts. “Yeah, definitely. You’d be surprised how many anal toys I sell every day. Mostly smaller versions of those tentacle dildos, although, I’m sure some people utilize the bigger ones for the same purpose as well.”
My cheeks flush as I remember the one Caleb gave me to “test”. It was the main inspiration for my tentacle monster graphicnovel. “See? You don’t need Omni’s, um,equipment. It’s not that alien looking, anyway.”
“Nice try. I still want it. You said he isn’t your boyfriend, so what’s the big deal?”
What is the big deal? That’s a good question. Why am I so angry at the idea of other people fucking themselves with a replica of Omni’s cock? A tiny voice in the back of my head tries to whisper that it’s because Omni is mine, but that’s a big fat lie, isn’t it? He’s not mine. We have a casual aliens-with-benefits agreement while he stays with me, which won’t be for long. Even now, he’s cooped up at the apartment with Imani, trying to figure out how she should reconfigure the satellite to scan for whatever specific kind of radiation Garresh’s ship emits. When they find the answer, he will leave the planet and never return.
We’re saving lives here, that’s what I should be focusing on. Dozens, maybe hundreds of human lives. Unfounded jealousy has no place in that.
“It just feels like you’re objectifying him. It’s no wonder aliens think we’re primitive when we only seem to be interested in their genitalia.” The same man from before is gawking at me again, this time from the aisle entrance. Seeing me notice his presence, the man tuts with derision, then hastily moves on. Dammit.
Caleb’s laugh brings me back to our conversation. “That’s rich coming from the only person on the planet who’s actually getting alien dick. You’re not fooling me, Fin. You want more than Omni’s cock, don’t you? I know you. You’re not the type to go for the no-strings-attached relationship. What’s the problem? He seems quite into you.”
Damn him for knowing me too well. “What’s the problem? How about him leaving the planet? It’s not like I can just pack my bags and leave with him.”
“Why not?”
“‘Why not’?” I repeat. “I can’t leave theplanet! That’s…”
“At the risk of repeating myself, why not? Omni said they have a few humans on board his ship, so it’s not like they’d put you in a zoo. You’d be in space with your hot alien boyfriend! What do you have here? A dead-end job that you hate? Your parents? I’m fairly certain they’d be ecstatic if you told them you’re leaving the planet with an alien. Isn’t that what their whole cult aspires to do?”
“It’s not a cult but…yeah.” Damn, I can’t believe I’m actually considering this. “But I have you guys.”
“And we love you, Finnie, but we can’t be the only reason you stay. Trust me, both Imani and I will be happy for you if you decide to leave. I mean, two-person D&D sucks, so we’ll probably have to find someone to play with, but knowing you’re out in space meeting aliens, we won’t hate you forever.”
Chuckling, I grab a box of the sweetest cereals I can find before moving to the chocolate bars. I’m sure Omni will love those. “You’re an idiot, have I told you that already?”
“About a million times. Don’t think too hard about it, Fin. Just do what feels right for you. Gotta go. These dildos won’t ship themselves. See you tonight.”
“See you.”
Filling the leftover space in my cart with an assortment of chocolate bars and sweet pastries, I head to the register. Of course, the older man is in the queue right in front of me, looking scandalized the entire time. Once he has his groceries, he rushes out of the store. Yeah, I guess the world isn’t ready to hear about aliens yet. Or about their cocks.
