Page 47 of Retribution
Wow. Well, I guess he’s right.
“I haven’t learned,” I admit.
“I can work with that. I’ll teach you. Lucas has a really nice kitchen here,”he says.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I chuckle. The size of that house gives me hives, but maybe I should give it a chance?
“Do you want to go out to breakfast or come over?”Lucas asks. “There’s no wrong answer.”
Thinking about giving a fucking house an opportunity to make a better impression is what influences my next words.
“Maybe we can eat in the backyard?” I say tentatively.
“Kitten, are you claustrophobic?”Oliver asks tentatively.
“It’s really hard to explain,” I sigh. “High ceilings make me feel unsafe. I want to be able to easily manage where I’m at. AllI can think about is how difficult it is to defend myself in such a big house.”
“That’s it! I’m leveling this mausoleum,”Lucas growls.
“What?” I ask.
“If you don’t like the house, I’ll start over and have it bulldozed. Darlin’, I want you with me. The house doesn’t fucking matter to me,”he explains.
“Lucas has been calling people to agree to demolish the house today,”Oliver says. “He’s serious about this. A house without an omega is a sad place at best.”
“We’ve only known each other for three seconds,” I remind him.
“Not one of those seconds has happened where you aren’t running away so I don’t believe they count,”he says.
In what world do I exist where alphas actually make sense? I must be living in an alternate reality.
“That’s cute,” I say. “What time is breakfast?”
“How is nine in the morning?”Lucas asks. “I want to give you time to wake up.”
I’m not going to mention that I plan to be awake at six to go for a run. Even after cleaning all day, I have a restless energy running just under my skin and I don’t understand it.
It can’t be my heat because I’m still taking my meds. I just need to move some more. That’s all.
“Nine works for me,” I say, moving into the house to prepare to clean. Mr. Adamíc has a solid supply of products, and not one has a single fragrance.
It’s my idea of heaven.
“We’ll say goodnight then,”Lucas says. He almost sounds sad to get off the phone, but maybe I’m projecting.
No one needs that. I’m no longer a hormonal mess now that I’ve spoken to them.
“Good night,” I whisper, hanging up.
I’m exhausted by the time I’m done cleaning, take a shower, and tumble into bed. The sheets Grant bought aren’t as soft as the ones I was originally looking at, but I’m too tired to care. The black out curtains are drawn, my alarm is set, and all I want to see are the inside of my lids.
Anything else can wait until tomorrow.
Grant
I have too much useless energy to expend. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. Since Isolde is coming to the mansion for breakfast, and I don’t want to embarrass myself, I’m pounding the pavement on an extended run.
I would jerk off, but my cock is pissed at me for abusing it too often last night. No matter what I tried to do, I couldn’t come. This girl has broken me. For the life of me, nothing works.
