Page 9 of Omega's Pretend Mate
“They’re gonna take it away…” he sobbed.
I blinked as his rambling took a new, confusing turn.
“Nobody’s taking anything away,” I said.
“But they are!” he wailed. “They’re gonna take my house away.”
I didn’t even want to try to figure out why he thought anybody was going to take his house away.
Beau set a glass of water on the table, and I grabbed his arm before he could walk away. “Can you get me both his and my tabs so I can pay and get him out of here?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.”
“Drink the water Gabe,” I said as I took the seat across from him again. “You need to get something other than alcohol in you.”
“Don’t wanna…”
“Gabe,” I warned, a surprising alpha growl to my voice.
His eyes widened slightly. “Yes, alpha.”
The words and the tone threatened to go right to my cock. Luckily I was more concerned with the mental state of the man in front of me than I was getting my dick wet.
Gabe drank the water, but didn’t look happy about it.
I’d deal with him being grumpy later, hopefully the next morning when he was happy that I’d cut him off.
Gabe scrunched his nose. “I didn’t order water.”
“I did, now drink up so I can take you home.”
“They’re gonna take away my home.”
“Then it’s good we’re going to mine.”
“We’re going to your house?” he asked, eyes widening.
“Apartment actually, but yes.”
“I don’t have any condoms.”
It was a good thing I wasn’t drinking anything, because I choked on air as it was. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“I’m not ready to be a papa…”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to be a perfect gentleman. I don’t believe in having sex with drunk men.”
“No babies?” He somehow looked disappointed, despite having just declared himself not ready for kids.
“No Gabe. No babies. Sleep. I’m going to take you home, and you’re going to sleep.”
“In your bed?”
“In my guest room.”
“Oh.”
