Page 39 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Whatever,” I grumble, hopping on as they start to shut again.
“See? It wasn’t on purpose. I’m not an asshole.” He snickers. “Well, not that much of an asshole.”
“At least you’re honest with yourself.”
“I try to be.” He rubs his jaw. “I’m sorry about your wallet.”
Nodding, I swallow down my self-pity. I only had around three-hundred dollars, but it was more than enough for one night in a hotel before having to report to the Omega Council.
I could run. Now would be the best time to do it. Asher can drop me off at Lindsey’s house. I’ll pretend she texted me, and when he leaves, I’ll figure out what to do. That would involve sleeping outside though… and as an omega, that’s not exactly the smartest option. It wouldn’t be a good idea for a beta or delta female either.
Dammit. Shelly was arrested too. She’ll kick my ass if I show up.
“Can I have my own cell?”
Asher coughs. “Uh, sure.”
I ignore the weird strain in his voice. I’m certain it’s not every day someone begs to be arrested. We make it to his SUV without incident, and he sets my stuff in the back next to a large gun case and spare tactical gear. The sudden sound of crinkling Velcro fills the air.
“These vests are hell to wear for too long.” Asher undoes the straps on his shoulder and tosses it into the trunk. The vest lands with a heavy thud, and I stare at it instead of the tight undershirt which molds to a very ripped chest and stomach.
Asher is beyond in shape. He’s like one of those Greek statues. His coloring even faintly reminds me of pictures I’ve seen. Light brown skin, dark hair, full eyebrows. Soft lips.
Don’t think about his lips, Whit.
“Watch your head,” Asher says, lowering the hatch.
I cringe and step back, realizing I was being freakishly quiet. He probably thinks I’m—No. You know what? Screw what he thinks.
I’m tired of worrying about the small things. He can think whatever he wants. His pitying looks won’t make me feel bad. I’m doing what I have to do to survive. I won’t feel bad about it. With those thoughts powering me, I level him with a bored look.
“Let’s go.”
His eyebrows jump in surprise. “In a hurry for a cold cell, huh?”
I ignore him and climb in.
My main focus is on figuring out what to tell Camila when I see her tomorrow. I have to find a way to convince her to find me a new pack.
I can only hope she doesn’t hold the gut punch against me.
