Page 46 of Rocked By the Alpha
“Yeah, I’ve never experienced that. I guess it’s harder when you’re famous too. I started getting some freaky mail since being with Ash.”
“Like from his fans?” They were pretty rabid when Ash and Layla got together.
“Oh no.” Layla shakes her head vehemently, taking a mouthful of curry. “From Alphas.”
“Other Alphas? What? Even when they know you’re bonded to Ash?”
“Yeah, some of it is like ‘I’d be a much better Alpha for you, Omega’. Some of it is outright requests for photos of me — with or without Ash.”
“Gross!”
“And some want to form a pack with Ash. Like share me with him.” Layla peers up from her plate to glance at Ruby. “Don’t you get it too?”
“Oh yeah, I do, but my management intercepts most of it now so I don’t have to look at it.”
“Yeah, they’ve started doing that for me too.” Layla pokes her fork in the air. “But seriously, why have men got to be so disgusting?”
“Ha! Because they are ruled by their dicks and they think the rest of the world should revolve around their dicks too. The amount of dick pics I’ve been sent — and I mean, maybe I wouldn’t even mind — but most of these dudes.” She rolls her eyes. “Like if you are going to insist on showing me something, at least make it something nice.”
Layla snorts. “You mean with a pretty bow or something?”
Ruby laughs. “Don’t! I really don’t want men sending me their penises in little neatly wrapped gift boxes!”
Layla leans in closer and lowers her voice. “You know, Ash got approached by a sex toy maker. They wanted to take a cast of his dick and sell a real life Ash Canon dildo.”
“Oh my God!” Ruby screeches, wiping away a tear from her eye. “I got some offers to make pornos in the early days of my career — but nothing like that.”
“They offered him quite a bit of money.”
“I bet they did. That toy would sell out quicker than candy at Halloween.”
Layla grins. “I’m telling you, it most certainly would.”
“Lucky girl,” Ruby says and Layla smiles to herself. She has to admit, she likes the other Omega. It would be nice to have an Omega friend.
Maybe they could be friends if this thing with West were to go anywhere.
Her stomach twists at the thought of him and she lowers her fork.
The date is tomorrow.
Chapter 15
Will she turn up?
Sometimes this Omega seems like water. Something he can’t grasp in his hands, can’t contain, can’t hold. She keeps slipping through his fingers and there is a very big part of him that suspects she won’t show tonight.
It doesn’t help that she has insisted on picking him up. An attempt probably to rub his nose in any Alpha bullshit he might be housing. He hasn’t risen to it. If she wants to play games with him, he’s more than a willing participant.
However, now he realises the ball lies firmly in her court. She can ghost him, leave him peering out his window like a pathetic loser.
He spins his phone in his hand, trying not to peer down at the screen, at the minutes ticking by and the blank screen. No messages.
Leaning back on the couch, he picks up the guitar resting next to him on the cushion. Cradling it in his arms, he strums his thumb over the sharp strings. The notes sound tart in his ears, and he tightens the tuning knob, listening until he is satisfied with the pitch of the note.
Occupying his hands in this manner, letting his mind quieten and his ears fill with music, has always been some kind of calming influence.
Back in the early days, he’d replaced this with too many drugs and too much booze, using those instead to calm his nerves, still his thoughts. But it was never as effective as this. There was always the accompanying fall. He never has that with the music. Not when he’s discovering new music, pulling it slowly from deep within him — like a magician pulling colourful ribbons from a hat.
