Page 27 of His Pretty Omega
“Fill in the gaps for me.”
Glaring at him, I gasped, “What gaps? There’s no gaps.”
Bennett raised a brow at me, sitting back and resting his chin on his folded hands, and waited patiently.
“Okay, there might have been tacos, and a foot massage. Maybe some sex. And then I was just agreeing to everything he said. Like my mouth was just saying words and I had no control over what was spewing out. Move in with you? Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I? I move in with every alpha I fuck.” I rubbed at my temples where a headache was brewing.
Bennett giggled, repeating, “There was ‘maybe some sex’?”
“Really good sex, okay?” Sighing, I picked at my scrub pants. “Like, really, really good sex. And tacos. Amazing tacos. He made me tacos. Like homemade and everything. No one’s ever cooked for me before.” I pointed my finger at him. “You cooking for me doesn’t count.”
“Don’t forget the foot massage,” Bennett supplied, not at all being helpful while I had my mini-freak out. Not helpful at all.
“My feet really hurt,” I whined.
“I’m sure they did,” he agreed, finally asking, “Sethy, what is it you want me to tell you?”
“I want you to tell me what the fuck I’m doing,” I whispered, “because I honestly don’t know. But I feel like everything is out of control and I don’t know how to stop it.”
Smiling gently, he stared at me and I stared back, before he finally asked, “Do you want to stop it?”
And that was the question that had been haunting me for days.
“I…feel like I should,” I finally answered, “but I don’t think I do.”
Bennett shrugged, “So what’s wrong with that?”
“It’s too fast. Last week I didn’t even know his name, for fucks sake. Now we’re moving in together. Together! We will be living together. I’m a fucking slob, B, and let me tell you,” I stood, pacing and started chewing on my nail again, “he is not. It’s going to be a disaster.”
“Seth, did you forget that you two are fated? This isn’t like you picked up an alpha at the club, blew him in the bathroom, then decided to move in with him.”
“But–”
“Nope, no buts,” Bennett shook his finger at me, then pointed to my vacant chair, ordering, “sit.”
I sat. Because when Bennet used that tone of voice, most people just did what he wanted. It was why he was so great at his job; the man got shit done.
“Listen to me,” his voice was firm, “you are in your head right now and spinning.”
“No shit!” That’s why I had come here for lunch and brought bribery tacos. Because I knew Bennett would be able to unravel me and he would tell me the truth. Whether I liked what he had to say or not.
“So, take a breath, and let’s look at the facts. One, you and Alex are fated mates. Whether you want to admit itor not, that does change the playing field. It just does. Everything is going to be…bigger, better, quicker. More intense.”
My teeth moved from my thumb to the skin around my pointer finger. My nails were going to be a wreck by the time I got done gnawing on them.
“Alex is a nice man. He really is, end of story. Not gonna lie, before I met Shay, I had such a crush on Alex.”
Jealousy flared through my body like a live wire, and my eyes flashed angrily at him.
“Alex is mine,” I growled, and Bennett laughed at me.
“But my crush died the day I met Shay. Myfated. No one else even existed but him. Yeah, it’s fast for you two, but it’s not unheard of. It’s like the insta-love I read about in my romance books.”
I rolled my eyes. I hated those insta-love bullshit books. Give me some good old fashioned pining, with the alpha begging a few times.
“We barely know each other,” I whispered, “what if he…what if he gets annoyed with me? What if he decides in a month or two I’m too much to bother with? Or he doesn’t like my bratty side? Or my messy side? Or…or…,” my voice trailed off.
Bennett tilted his head and stared at me. “I wish you could see yourself the way others do.”
