Page 2 of Knot Your Average Beta

It is a truth universally acknowledged that my mother is a twat.

Not the opening line you were expecting? Well, tough shit. Just like the shit spewing over the phone into my ear from her twat shaped mouth. “You were fired?” She shrieks. “How could you get fired, Sadie? That job was so fucking easy a monkey could do it.”

I frown, but don’t interrupt her to say that the job is not easy. It’s actually pretty complicated selling drugs to doctors and hospitals and pharmacies. Especially when the company you work for is Apex Pharma and they’re quietly under investigation by the FDA.

“I got you that job! Do you know how this reflects on me?” There’s a pause. One that’s long enough that I realize she’s waiting for a response from me.

“I’m guessing, poorly?” I say like it’s a question, when I know for a fact that’s what she means. Even though she did not ‘get me’ the job. Sure, she mentioned I was looking to my old physician, Dr. Schwab, and then got me in contact with the hiring rep, but I’m the one that actually landed the job, and did it well enough that I’ve worked there for years.

“Poorly?” My mother’s voice rises in octaves until I wince and pull the phone away from my ear, glancing around the cafe I’m sitting in to see if anyone else can hear the high-pitched string of bullshit spewing out of my phone.

They can’t.

Thank god.

As she continues to go off on a tangent to berate me, I pick up my cappuccino and take a sip, then raise my eyebrows as I look down at it. Damn. That is fantastic. I can see why this place is Sylvie’s favorite. I eye the selection of pastry in the case, and kind of wish I’d gotten one of those too.

“Poorly!” my mother repeats, her voice rising to an octave that makes me cringe. “Yes, Sadie. Poorly. Disastrously. Catastrophically. I cannot believe you would do that to me.”

I take another sip of my coffee. “Mother, I didn’t do it to you. I honestly didn’t think it would affect you in the least. Besides,” I say, cutting her off when she would have continued on with her tirade. “I wasn’t fired, and I didn’t quit. I’m on a leave of absence. A paid leave of absence.”

“Because you fucked your boss and they’re afraid of a sexual harassment suit.” Anyone else might flinch at their mother’s using such crude language, but for me, it’s just a normal everyday occurrence.

“Exactly,” I agree, beaming at a man who eyes me with interest. I don’t really blame him. I’m not dressed for a quiet cup of coffee. No, I’m ready for a night out. Tight black dress, sky high heeled booties, large diamond fishnet stockings, cropped leather jacket. My light brown hair is pulled up into a loose bun, strands of hair artistically frame my face, and my lips are bright red.

I drove the two hours into town dressed like this. Though I have a pair of hard sole slippers in my car for driving. I could have gone to wherever Sylvie is staying and got ready with her, but she’s dealing with a lot of shit and didn’t offer. I didn’t want to intrude. Besides, I like being looked at like a prize. Like being admired. A beta has to stand out somehow amidst the alphas and omegas looking for a pack.

Especially when she wants to get laid.

Which is the plan for tonight.

Well, no. The plan for tonight it’s seeing one of my best friends and supporting her while she goes through a hard time, make sure she relaxes a bit and then find some dude with an enormous dick to lay me down and ruin my pussy.

Even if that rarely happens.

They try. Of course they do. But sometimes I just need… More.

More than what they can give me. More than a quick five-minute romp in the sheets.

Unfortunately, that is why I’m in this current situation of being momentarily unemployed. Not unemployed, I remind myself. On a forced sabbatical.

I’m going to quit. Eventually.

When I find a new job, to keep me occupied. But for now I’ll milk my former company, boss and the two dudes I was fucking for all their worth. Once again, I know how it sounds. But If they want to pay me to keep me quiet about just how easily not one but two of their high-ranking managers fell into bed with a subordinate, I won’t complain.

“I’m not going to sue,” I say grinning at the man with my red painted lips. Heartbreaker Red. “I was as much at fault as they were. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a paid vacation while I look for another job.”

“How are you going to get another job, Sadie? This is the only one you’ve had. This is the one reference on your entire resume. Do you think they’re going to give you a glowing recommendation?”

My stomach sinks at her words. She’s not wrong. I wasn’t well enough to work during high school or college. Focusing on my coursework was hard enough as it was. The medications that they pumped into me made me feel loopy and untethered, dizzy and tired.

They still do when I take them. If I take them.

Which I don’t. Not anymore.

I’ve honestly never felt better.

I just might end up dying a lot sooner than anyone else thinks.

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