Page 210 of Deadly Sweet

“Yup.” I grin. “Where is everyone?”

“Already playing,” he sighs. “I’m going to get an earful for being late.”

I don’t like that he cares so much about what these people think. He’s second-guessing himself. I won’t have it.

Oddly enough, I don’t seem to stand out. At least not yet. I think I ended up playing the part a little too well when I looked up what kind of outfit to wear.

I’m in a skirt, a button up short sleeve blouse and one of those ugly visor hat things I borrowed from Leroy because I sure as fuck didn’t own one.

My hair is in a high ponytail, my make up is light, and I have on a pair of tennis shoes.

“Ahh. Do you want to wait in here with the other Omegas or...”

“I’m coming with you, Big Guy.” I loop my arm through his.

“Oh thank god.” He blows out a breath. “I hate to say it, but I don’t think I can handle them alone.”

“I got you, baby.” I lean up and press a kiss on his cheek. “Come on, let’s go one-up these rich mother-fuckers.”

He chuckles. “Savvy...” he says as we walk outside.

“Yes.”

“Be you. Don’t hold back. Just... don’t stab anyone, okay?”

“Why does everyone keep telling me that?” I huff.

“Because we know you, Little Monster,” he growls playfully and pinches my butt.

My eyes widen, and he smirks down at me. “Don’t start something you can’t finish... Daddy.” I flutter my eyelashes at him before darting away, loving how he grumbles under his breath.

Oh, I’m in trouble. I pretend to run ahead, grinning widely.He catches up to me and I squeal as he picks me up and spins me around, laughing when he starts to tickle me. “Stop!” I laugh.

“Then don’t give me a hard-on while I’m golfing,” he chastises against my neck as he kisses me, rolling his hips to show me just how hard he is.

“Playing dirty,” I grumble.

“You started it,” he chuckles.

We get into a golf cart and I fucking love it. It’s so much fun. Leroy lets me drive. I think he regrets it about three seconds in, from the way he grips the edge of the cart’s seat.

He shows me where to go, and we end up making it to the group of men.

“About damn time,” a man complains as we get out of the cart. He looks like Leroy, only about ten years younger.

“And you’ve brought a friend,” another man comments snootily. By the looks of it, it’s Leroy’s dad. Dude is fit for someone in his seventies. These men seem to age well. That's good to know.

“Dad, Eli, this is Savannah,” Leroy introduces, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Where did you find her?” Eli chuckles. “You know, you could have just come alone. You didn’t need to rent a Beta for a date.” He winks.

I stiffen, and Leroy leans in. “Remember: no stabbing.”

Ha. That was before I met these asshats.This is either going to be a long day or a short one. Depends on what comes out of their mouths next.

“Very funny.” Leroy brushes his brother off. “Savannah is my Omega.”

His brother, father, and the other men around us look at us with surprise. “Omega? Since when?”

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