Page 4 of Omega's Secret Baby
Chapter 2 - Jordan
~September~
Icringed as the ball curved in a direction that was about as far off-course as it could.
“Fore!” I yelled, hoping that there was nobody in its path.
Wes laughed and set up for his own shot. “You suck at this game.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, wondering if it was even worth bothering looking for the ball, or if I should take the penalty. “I didn’t grow up playing it, unlike you.”
“Have you really bothered to learn though?”
I laughed. “No. I only play when I’m with you.”
“Maybe you should spend some time at a driving range,” he teased. “I’d hate for you to look bad in front of Cody’s friends during an inevitable golf trip.”
I cringed. The mention of Cody’s friends immediately brought thoughts of Theo to mind.
I couldn’t figure him out. He was funny, and sexy as hell. Just picturing him in my mind made my cock want to perk up with interest. His brown eyes seemed to always be laughing, his dark brown hair was the perfect length to run my fingers through, and his slender build would fit perfectly in my arms.
Unfortunately he ran hot and cold with me. One minute he’d be smiling and flirting, the next he’d act like he couldn’t stand me.
“What’s wrong?” Wes asked as the silence dragged on.
I scratched the back of my neck, then let out a long breath. “Do you know what’s up with Theo?”
A crack pierced the air as Wes’s driver connected with the ball, sending it in a perfect arc down the fairway.
“What do you mean?” he asked, shielding his eyes as he watched his ball land.
“I think he hates me,” I replied, deciding to tee up again, rather than go on a wild-goose-chase for my ball.
“Theo? He doesn’t hate anybody.”
“That’s the impression I originally got too, but I can’t seem to do anything right around him. We’ll be fine, then he’ll be pissed at me for no reason.”
“That doesn’t sound like him,” Wes said as my second ball at least flew in the right direction.
We walked down the fairway for a bit, stopping when we reached my ball as Wes’s was much closer to the green.
“What is it?” I asked after I managed another mediocre shot and noticed Wes studying me.
I’d probably committed some sort of golf faux pas without realizing it.
“Either he likes you, you like him, or both. I’m betting it’s both.”
I promptly choked on air. “What?”
He laughed. “Bingo. I can’t talk for Theo, but it’s pretty clear you’re interested in him.”
“What, I can’t admire a good-looking man?”
“A good-looking man who just happens to be your type.”
“Not like it matters. Like I said, I think he hates me.”
“What does he do?”
