Page 92 of Knot your Good Girl

She laughs. “You got everything wrong about me. I’m not who you think I am.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” I grunt, walking to the table. I pour myself another bourbon before picking up my glass and taking a sip.

“I should’ve resisted your money... your charm... Or at least, I should’ve realized you couldn’t change as fast as you did. I’m so fucking angry right now.”

“You’re angry with me,” I growl.

“I’m not that person on the OmegaFans page. The one you hated.” When I roll my eyes, she looks like she’s about to scream. “I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me anymore. It’s not a problem. It’s over with, but stop fucking lying to me.”

“You don’t want to know the truth?” She yells.

I stride to her. She flinches as I try to touch her. “Okay, tell me.”

“Forget it. You don’t deserve an explanation.” She turns away, recoiling against my touch.

“Just fucking tell me,” I grit out.

She spins and glares at me. “I wasn’t the original person who you subscribed to on the OmegaFans app.”

A tightness in my muscles sends waves of shivers up my core. But it’s not lust. It’s because she’s lying to me again.

I rein back my annoyance. “Holly, I don’t care about the app. I subscribed to your first account four years ago. But stop lying about it. The sweater you insist on wearing.” She lifts her gaze to the ceiling and sighs. “Is mine.”

“Yours?”

“Which means it was your account, so stop fucking lying to me.”

“You...”

“You teased me. You sent me sweet messages that my scent on the sweater made you wild. And your scent did the same to me.”

“My scent?”

“Yes. And it started an obsession that I couldn’t let go of. I waited for you at a Los Angeles hotel. I booked the best suite for you. I had it all planned.You were my omega.”

Holly pales as she stares at me.

“You gave me a reason to rid myself of the idea of not letting another omega affect me.” My hand reaches out as I stroke back her hair. She still only looks at me. “And I’m never going to let you go again.”

“But this was revenge...” She pauses and waits for me to agree. I don’t answer quickly enough when she decides, “What were you going to do? Claim me?”

I stare at her with such intensity my eyes lock onto hers. She patiently waits for a response.

I nod. I promised honestly.

Holly gasps, slamming her hand over her chest.

“But you have to realize that once I got to know you, I could never do that to you. I’ll never hurt you again.”

“How do I know that? How do I know this isn’t still part of your plan? Get me to love you. To fall so hard that I present my neck to you. And then...” She sucks back a sob. “And then you walk away, leaving me to grieve for you forever.”

I shake my head impatiently. “Never. And I don’t want to argue with you. We can both sleep on this. I don’t want either of us saying something we’ll regret.”

She walks away, her shoulders droop with exhaustion. Her footsteps echoing against the tiled floor.

“Get ready and I’ll take you for dinner in New York.” My voice shouts out as she reaches her bedroom.

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