Page 2 of The Omega's Surprise Baby
Fuck that.
I had too much experience in dealing with assholes like him to show them how much they got under my skin.
I was never going to let Mr. Fisher know that he made me want to throw up and run home to my... well, not my mommy, but just anyone who would hold me and tell me that things were going to be fine. Such a person didn't exist in my life, but I had a pretty cool roommate who pretended not to notice when my eyes were puffy.
Suppressing my emotions, I ripped my credit card out of the asshole's hand. “I hope you enjoyed watching that damn tape, 'cause you're never gonna get close to me in real life,” I hissed at him before leaving the store.
* * *
The doorto my apartment opened to the living room, and when I got in, my roommate Nick was sitting on the couch with his sketchpad in his lap. He glanced up at me when I came in, but only for a moment, as absorbed in his latest passion project as ever. This week it was sketching. Last week it had been unicycles. “Welcome back,” he said, continuing to sketch furiously.
I plopped on the couch beside him and managed to get a quick look at what he was drawing before he could whisk the sketchpad away and out of my sight. “Very stylish,” I commented on his design of a black and red biker jacket.
“It's no good,” he said, and I didn't argue with him because his opinion was usually written in stone. “You didn't buy anything,” Nick pointed out, eying me.
“My card bounced,” I said, leaving it at that. No part of me wanted to rehash what had happened at the multimedia store.
“Are you out of money?” Nick sounded concerned.
“Don't worry,” I told him. “I got enough to pay rent.”
He shook his head at me. “That's not what I'm worried about and you know it.” Then he grew quiet and licked his lips, like there was something he wanted to say but didn't quite know how to work up the nerve.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I... uh... I got a call from my brother earlier.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “You're gonna have to be a little more specific than that.” He had six siblings after all. Not surprising, considering his mother was a female omega, but still... when he said 'my brother', I never knew who he meant.
“My big brother,” he specified. “Dean.”
“The firefighter?”
“Yeah, that's the one.”
I nodded. It wasn't always easy to keep Nick's family straight in my head, but he was my best friend, and I tried. “What did he want?”
“Well, you know how he's about to get married?”
“Yeah. You're going to the wedding, right? When was it again, next month? In that backwater place where you grew up?”
“Oceanport,” he corrected me. “It's notthatbackwater,” he insisted.
“Whatever you say.”
“Not more backwater than where you grew up,” he pointed out.
“Touché.” I had to give him that. Few places came close to the hellhole I'd escaped from. Still, small towns made my skin crawl.
“Anyway, yeah, the wedding is next month, and I'm going. But, uh...” He scratched the back of his neck. “Dean kinda asked if you wanted to come as well.”
“Me? At a wedding?” My brow furrowed. “Dude, you know I hate weddings almost as much as small towns.”
“I know!” he said quickly. “But you could sing.”
I could what? I looked at him with both eyebrows raised. “Your brother wantsmeto sing at his wedding?” I couldn't comprehend it. Who would want an omega with my kind of reputation to sing at their wedding?
“He knows you’re my friend and that you're a good guy. He doesn't care about the sex tape scandal.”
