Page 38 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Lindsey,” I say, grabbing my phone and dialing her.
One ring.
Two.
“Hey, Whit. How’s pack life?” Music blares down the line and some people shout in the background. She’s out partying.
Guess she doesn’t care if she gets arrested again.
“Uh, it’s okay. Can I stay with you tonight?”
“What?” she shouts.
Clearing my throat, I glance at Asher. He doesn’t look happy. I’m wasting his time.
“Can I stay with you?” I’ll have to tell her about her stash too, but I don’t want to do that over the phone.
“I’m not coming home tonight.” She squeals a guy’s name, and I can almost picture her giving him flirty grins while she half-listens to what I’m saying.
“Lindsey, I’m in a bind. I really need help.”
“I’ll call you back, Whit.” Lindsey hangs up.
I clench the device in my hand and glance away from Asher. “Okay. No, I understand. Talk to you later.” I pretend to hang up before sliding my gaze back to the alpha. “She was busy.”
“Call someone else.”
“I can’t.”
He makes a frustrated noise. “Now isn’t the time for pride. I’m not arresting you because you’re too ashamed to ask for help. Call someone else.”
“There is no one else,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “So you’re going to have to fucking arrest me unless you want me sleeping on the streets.”
“That’s not happening.” Asher shoves everything on the floor into the backpack and the suitcases, securing the key Granny left me in the front pocket. He grabs a suitcase and the backpack before standing and walking toward the elevator.
I scramble to my feet. “What are you doing?”
Bastard.
“Real fucking nice. I’m left with next to nothing and now you’re confiscating half of it?”
He stops and turns, arching an eyebrow. “Get your bag and get in the car.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I shoot back.
“You were just begging me to arrest you. Do you want a place to stay or not?”
Fair enough. I really don’t want to sleep on the streets. I guess I could try to see if one of the other omegas would let me in, but they haven’t so much as peeked out of their apartments with all the commotion.
Every omega for herself.
The elevator dings. In my stalling, he called for it. I snatch the last suitcase off the ground and double check the floor. Granny’s key is in the backpack Asher has, safely tucked away in the smallest pocket.
I make it to the elevator right as it closes. Growling, I kick the metal doors and scream. A door opens somewhere in the hallway.
“Now you want to know what’s happening?” I yell, not bothering to look at whoever the snoop is.
The doors sweep open, and Asher gives me a funny smile. My backpack and suitcase are at his feet. “I wasn’t going to leave without you, it’s these damn doors.”
