Page 5 of Omega's Runaway Love
He snarled and stepped back. “Asshole, thinking you’re better than me. Let me tell you something: you’re not all that. Any other alpha in here would be flattered if I even looked in their direction.”
“Then I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding somebody else more to your liking.”
He flipped me off. “Fuck you, asshole.”
I sighed and turned to head back to the VIP area.
“That’s right, tuck-tail and run away limp dick.”
I didn’t acknowledge his yelling.
“Looks like you dodged a bullet,” the alpha VIP attendant said in a low voice.
“Don’t fuck crazy,” I replied, glad that I’d known the man long enough to feel comfortable speaking honestly around him.
“Damn straight. Need me to bounce them?”
I shook my head. “Naw, no need to make problems with the VIP list. The DJ’s almost done with his set anyway. I’ll finish my drink and leave.”
“You know that omega will just harass some other alpha from upstairs.”
“Maybe so, but maybe he’ll find somebody interested in the same thing he is.”
“You may be right.”
“Buy me a few minutes to clear out?” I asked.
“They look fairly new to me. I’ll make a point of checking their names and access restrictions.”
“Thanks man.”
He let me through and I climbed the stairs just as I heard the omega and his group approach. Immediately there were angry shouts about how they had just all come from upstairs and why did he need to check their access again.
I made my way to my table, polished off my drink, and slammed down enough cash to more than pay for drinks and a generous tip. I made eye contact with the waiter, and made sure he saw the money, then I headed towards the private entrance to the VIP area.
The air was frigid, and I was glad that I’d reserved a room at the hotel, even though I hadn’t planned to take an omega to bed. It meant that I wouldn’t be outside waiting for a car when the angry little omega came out. I headed across, glad that nobody cared about jaywalkers at that time of night, and slipped into the hotel lobby.
I made sure that he couldn’t easily see me, then watched as he burst out of the club and started looking up and down the street.
He threw a mini-tantrum outside before heading back into the club.
“Don’t fuck crazy,” I muttered, then I shook my head and headed up to my room.
*
It was way too early on a Saturday morning for all this commotion.
My cell phone was ringing… again. As if whoever was trying to call didn’t get the hint the first several times I’d let it go to voicemail.
I fumbled around the nightstand until I finally smacked it. I curled my fingers around it and swiped my thumb across the screen, hoping that I was in the right place because there was no way I was going to open my eyes to check.
“‘Ello?” I mumbled, too tired to bother with words.
“Cadence Andrew Jones, you will be at our house in an hour or so help me I’m cutting you off.”
I turned so that my face wasn’t mushed into the pillow. “Papa? What?”
“You heard me young man. You will be at your father’s and my house in an hour, or we’re cutting off all your access to money. So tell whatever omega is in your bed that it’s time to go.”
