Page 12 of Knot your Good Girl

There’s an unknown tightening in my chest. It’s never happened before, but it’s dark outside, and she’s an omega and is traveling alone.

I can feel my heart racing, its frantic beats echoing in my chest as I glance at the sky, noticing it is one sheet of snow-filled clouds. Up until now, only flurries have coated the ground.

“I wonder where the hell Holly is,” Jed hisses. “She should be here by now.”

“Did you send a cab for her?” I ask casually.

“No.” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

I probably have. I can’t dismiss the image of her tight pussy clamping around my cock as I drive into her over and over, right before I knot her and listen to her screaming my name.

I want her begging for me to stop, for her fingernails to claw into my biceps, or scratch across my back. And finally, I want to see her rose gold hair spanned over the pillows when she falls asleep with my cock and knot lodged deep inside her. I’ll keep us locked together for the night and watch as her eyelids droop with exhaustion and happiness.

But could I really claim her, make her yearn for me forever?

Could I really do that to her?

But whatever I do, I’ll leave her before she wakes.

A bell dings.

“Ladies and gentlemen, can everyone make their way to your seats, please?”

“We’re sitting at this table,” Jed says, and I follow him to the table next to the enormous tree. Seeing my name on a black card with silver writing, I take my seat.

With my glass raised, I scan the room once again, taking in the lively chatter and soft music. The sweet taste of Champagne lingers on my palate as my eyes latch onto the woman engaged in conversation with Holly earlier.

I watch her the whole time she strolls to her table and pulls out her chair.

As the emcee takes the stage, Jed’s eyes linger on the door momentarily before he retrieves his cell phone and swiftly scrolls through his contacts. His finger lingers over her name, hesitating for a few moments before he grunts in frustration and forcefully places his cell phone face down on the table.

“On behalf of the New York Bears. I would like to thank you all for coming tonight. We have a very special announcement and I’d like to welcome Aiden Ramsay to the stage to tell you all about it,” the emcee finishes.

I push out my chair and casually stroll to the stage, hearing the faint murmur of the audience growing louder. I made a quick glance over my shoulder to check she hadn’t arrived at the last possible moment.

But she hasn’t.

I take the microphone and stare around at the hundreds of employees I now have. Each eagerly watching me, waiting for what I’m about to tell them.

“First of all, thank you for making this team what it is. It’s not only the players and coaches but also you, the people behind the scenes, who enable the hockey team to get on the ice and play like they do. And I thank you.”

The room fills with the sound of clapping hands. I join them to give the staff a well-deserved round of applause.

“And onto me. As you were told, my name is Aiden Ramsay. I played hockey in college and have a deep love for the game. As some of you may know, I’ve also been a sports agent for ten years, signing several players for this club and many others. But it’s this team that has had my heart since I moved to New York after graduating, and it was this team I signed my first deal for your current captain, Stanton Adams.”

The sounds of whooping and applause in the crowd as Stanton stands, gives me a salute, and takes a bow. He takes his seat again, sitting with Lucas Hilton, Carver Sinclair, the older brother of my most recent signing, along with other players who I’ll meet soon.

I smile and glance around the room, taking in the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as people place them back on the table.

The smile on my face fades away in an instant. My gut churning with anger as I watch Jed fixated on his cell.

“For those of you who are still with me,” I say, hesitating as I wait for Jed’s gaze to reach mine. “You’re probably wondering why I’m standing up here. After all, I’m an independent sports agent. Well, I was, and I made my last signing to this team only last week. Colton Sinclair is a rookie, but he is also a brilliant player who you’ll see in action soon. And when you see him, I will also be the owner of this team.. Actually, I will be a co-owner. It’s expensive buying a hockey team.” I hesitate and glance around the room. Some people look dazed at the news, others smiling. “Along with my two brothers, Eric and Ryder, as of January first, the New York Bears will have new owners.”

A collective gasp echoes through my staff, giving way to a gradual applause that builds up in momentum. My face lights up with a wide grin as I watch people stand and cheer.

Perhaps it’s not just Holly, but a general discontent with how staff members are treated by their colleagues. That’s something I can change.

I leisurely make my way back to my seat. Jed is so enthralled by his cell, he is totally oblivious to everything else around him.

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