Page 46 of Knot your Good Girl

Despite the fact he displayed such care on the plane, my decision to remain in this situation is only driven by the knowledge that I will receive half of the money if I can tolerate one more day with him.

So with a plan to maintain a safe distance from him, while I watch the minutes passing on the clock.

How hard can twenty-four hours be?

It’s more challenging than one would expect when they are constantly keeping track of the time.

Luckily, Aiden needed to go to work this morning. And I’ve not ventured out of my bedroom for breakfast or lunch. Luckily, I brought a few packets of double cream Oreos with me. I need just enough sustenance to hold me over until I leave in the morning, and also enough to satisfy my sweet craving.

I’ve posted some photos on the OmegaFans app to keep my subscribers happy. After that I checked out the cost of a round-the-world flight ticket, and I’ve filled out the Omega Council online application that allows me to leave the country.

Being an omega comes with its fair share of difficulties, and this is one of the worst things about it. Omegas are unique in that they must maintain communication with the Omega Council, informing them of their current location or any changes to their residency, unlike individuals of other designations.

They justify their actions by asserting that it’s for our protection, citing our rare designation or the alleged abduction of omegas by packs of alphas.

All Omegas know it’s about control.

I could ignore the paperwork. Similar to what I did upon my initial relocation to New York.

Sadly, acquiring employment was a challenge without the proper authorization. I imagine that embarking on a flight abroad will be identical.

I close my laptop and stroll to the bathroom.

After my shower, I moisturize my skin before I dress myself in my nice bra and pantie set prior to reclining on the bed.

I had contemplated taking more photos for my OmegaFans profile. That lasted for all of fifteen minutes while I entertained myself by playing with the Oreo packet and directing my attention towards the ceiling. With nothing on my mind but my imminent riches tomorrow.

I rip open the packet, take a cookie and twist both sides of the chocolate treat. When it pulls apart, I caress my tongue over the velvety core until all that remains is a delightful, crunchy, chocolaty delight. Then, in a fit of rage, I voraciously bite into the cookie, chewing until only crumbs remain on my lips.

And repeat.

I’m going to devour these delectable cookies until I am overcome with illness. Then sleep it off.

My cell pings. I flip it around and scrutinize the message.

Penny

Did you hear the news? The team is being bought out.

My thumbs deftly glide across the keys.

Me

No. And I don’t care. I’m quitting.

I’ll be submitting my resignation this week. Just in time to start my new adventure.

Why?

Time for a change.

The dots elegantly pirouette on the screen briefly. But it’s the knock on my door that gets my attention.

I ignore him.

It can’t be anyone else.

Are you in this week?

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