Page 36 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Respectfully, fuck off, Asher.”
“Now I can’t leave you alone,” he teases with a dark chuckle. “Let me walk you in, make sure you’re okay.”
Two more minutes tops. That’s all I have left with him. I can handle that.
“Fine.”
He closes the short distance between us with two big strides, grinning at me. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me.”
It’s impossible to not roll my eyes. “Are alphas always this obnoxious, or are you just a diva?”
“I’ve done a few pageants.”
“You’re insufferable,” I mumble, pushing through the lobby door and not bothering to hold it for him.
He grunts when the glass hits him but doesn’t say anything else. I smash my finger into the call button for the elevator and cross my arms over my chest. Asher waits beside me. He scans the floor for threats.
“Always on, huh?”
“Have to be,” he says without missing a beat. “A curse of the job.”
The elevator doors swish open, and I scurry inside, used to the malfunctioning signal that forces them shut almost two seconds later. Asher makes a funny sound and practically jumps inside to avoid being squished.
“Jesus.”
I bite my lip, shoulders trembling as I try not to laugh. He sees my struggle and scowls.
“Shut up.”
Losing control, I release a belly laugh, throwing my head back and clutching my stomach.
“It wasn’t that funny,” he grumbles, which only makes me giggle harder.
When I finally get ahold of myself, I take a deep breath. “God, your face.”
His eyes sparkle as he stares at me. “Yours is prettier.”
My smile drops. “Don’t do that.”
Panic flashes over his features. “I didn’t mean—”
“To hit on an omega who was auctioned off to the worst alpha to ever walk this earth?”
He cringes. “Uh, yeah. I’m sorry.”
We arrive at my floor, and I get out of the elevator without telling him it’s okay. I turn toward my door but stop when I see my belongings in a pile in the hallway. One of my suitcases is opened, a few pieces of clothing scattered around it.
The key Granny left.
My heart kicks into a gallop, and I rush to the mess, kneeling on the ground and furiously digging through my belongings. Clothes fly into the air. Jewelry falls to the floor. My phone is in the mess of things, but I toss it aside, tearing through everything until all that’s left is a backpack full of things.
It has to be here.
My lungs seize, and my hand trembles violently, making it impossible to pull back the zipper of the smallest pocket. I gasp for air, wheezing as I grasp at the metal.
If the key is gone… so is she.
I’ll never know what waited for me.
