Page 27 of Wicked Truths

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s your name?” the one closest to us asks.

A low growl rattles out of my chest.

“Come on.” Oakley wraps her arm around my lower back. She snuggles in close. It’s a clusterfuck in the making, but I still appreciate that she’s not pulling away and trying to save face.

I think I was about to take a swing at that guy for getting too close to my omega, but somehow Oakley manages to settle my inner caveman.

“Don’t you want answers, Marcus?” one of them calls out as we aim for the front door of Ruined Records. “Angel’s offering a tell-all face-to-face interview.”

“Angel doesn’t know how to tell the truth,” I mutter under my breath.

It’s tempting, but ultimately, I want nothing to do with that woman. She’s never once made an effort to see me, explain why she gave me up, or even just try to build a relationship.

I’d have to be stupid to trust anything that comes out of that woman’s mouth. If I was ten years younger, I would have jumped at the chance, but I’ve learned a lot over the years.

Ultimately, answers don’t provide any peace.

Not really.

The day I opened Damian’s letter I realized that.

Sure, I got information I thought I wanted, but it didn’t quell any of the anger, and I ended up with even more questions.

We finally make it inside. The building security ensures the paparazzi stay outside.

I blow out a heavy breath as we step into the elevator. Oakley moves to press the button, but I stick close to the wall, crossing my arms over my chest.

I know what’s coming.

“Are you okay?” She comes close but moves slowly like she’s approaching a dangerous animal.

It sets off my impulses, and I move before I can stop myself.

“They got pictures of us kissing,” I murmur, shoving her back against the wall. “What do you plan to do now, princess?”

Her blondish-red hair glints in the light as her head shakes.

The weird sinking feeling that hits me in the gut is unexpected.

She’s going to blow me off. To tell me that we need to keep distance between us until this blows over.

I take a step back, but Oakley grabs my shirt, pulling me back. I comply, and she twines her hands behind my head. I snort, seeing her standing on her tiptoes, and my body automatically bends to make it possible for her to reach my neck.

“I’m not worried about the pictures,” she says, plastering her front to mine. “Are you okay? I know Angel is a tough subject for you.”

I frown down at her. My hands land on her hips. Oakley is slender for an omega, but when she’s naked, those delicate curves make themselves known. I really need something to distract myself.

“Marcus?” She tilts her head up toward me. “Are you angry? I know you only came out to check on me.”

“I’m good.”

“We can ignore it.” She shrugs. “Or we can warn Jamen. I’m not sure what the other options are.”

The slow smile that spreads across my face feels weird like my facial muscles are rebelling against the pattern.

“What do we tell him?” I rake my teeth over her neck. “That you let me knock the bottom out of your delicious little cunt to distract you from the guy you really want?”

“Please don’t be a dick right now,” she whispers, clutching my shoulders. “I’m trying to communicate with you.”

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