Page 145 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
I hold his gaze, knowing the weight of a promise in this house. “Maybe.”
He wraps the towel around my shoulders. “Every time you look in the mirror, I want you to tell yourself you’re worthy of love. Can you do that?”
“You want me to talk to myself?” I chuckle a little, but he doesn’t smile.
“Promise me, trouble,” he says in a hushed tone.
“I’ll try,” I say, giving a little but not committing to what he’s asking. I don’t want to break my word.
“We’ll start with that.” He kisses my forehead and leaves the bathroom.
I don’t have to pee, but I sit on the toilet lid and clutch the towel around me. My heat is over and the hormones have faded, but my heart feels like it was raked over hot coals. I swallow the sadness and suck in a few sharp breaths before looking in the mirror.
I can’t bring myself to say it out loud. I say the words in my head. The first time feels silly. I do it again, staring at my reflection. Nothing changes. I don’t magically feel like I’m good enough for these men, but I did what he asked and that makes me happy.
Maybe one day I can believe the words.
* * *
Because they were off for so long, the guys go back to work on Tuesday. I said the words to myself in the mirror and it was a little easier. It’ll take time before I begin to believe them. Avi went to his classes early, mentioning something about an important presentation. I keep checking the window as though the Omega Council is going to come tearing down the street at any second to take me. I start working on a model car while I watch a marathon of Golden Girls. Asher shows up around three in the afternoon.
“Hey.” I turn off the TV, eyeing the bag in his hands. “You’re home early.”
“Miss me?”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe.”
He smirks. “Missed you too, babe. I got you a present.” Taking the seat beside me, he hands me the bag.
“You really shouldn’t have.” I open the plastic white bag and stare at the new phone box. “A phone.”
“Yeah, so you have a way to call us—or text me nudes.”
“I’m not sending you nudes, pervert.” I chuckle and open the box. The rose-gold device is sleek and way nicer than any I’ve ever owned before. “Wow.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if I sent you dick pics?”
I give him a look. “Where would you take them?”
“So you wouldn’t be mad?”
“I mean.” I think about opening a random picture of him fisting himself. “I guess not, but I’m more concerned about you getting hit with indecent exposure.”
“Don’t worry about me and Sergeant Tom.” He rests his arm on the cushion behind me.
I burst out laughing. “You named it?”
“He doesn’t appreciate being made fun of.”
“But Tom? Why Tom?”
Asher grins and tickles my neck. “It sounded right.”
“You’re such a dork.” I turn on the device and follow the prompts. Asher tickles me a few more times until I glare at him and growl. He backs off with a chuckle.
“Okay, okay. I’m thirsty. You want a drink?”
“I think I’m okay.” I set a passcode and put the phone on dark mode.
