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“Sounds like you need to be more careful about what you put in your mouth,” I murmur, beginning to eat. Groaning, I nod, because I really do make a mean fucking burger.

There are rounds of nods and raised plates from the guys in tribute to the chef as they eat, making me smirk.

“I swear, you guys only come over here so you can eat decently,” I murmur, popping a French fry into my mouth.

“It’s also for the sparkling personalities,” Hugh says in the corner with a chuckle as he plays. “Ah, fuck. Don’t shove me in that corner!”

“You put yourself there,” Cal grunts, killing him in the game. That’s a feud that will age interestingly tonight.

“So what’s new?” I ask Ethan. He seems a lot more relaxed than he usually is. He’s typically a prickly bastard, which makes fucking with him so much fun.

“I almost ran a girl over with my car,” he blurts out, appearing surprised that he told me that.

By now, no one is paying attention to us, so I don’t bother to hide my amusement.

“Finally got so sucked into your own head that you stopped paying attention and became a worse driver than you already are?” I ask him. “How did you almost hit her?”

“I was in a hurry,” he grumbles. “She came out of nowhere with her pink streaked blonde hair and her ratty fucking jeans.”

“She sounds cool,” I admit, shrugging. “Not exactly the kind of girl we get at our school usually though, unless she’s a scholarship student. The school has been making an effort to give out more scholarships I’ve noticed.”

“She’s not,” Ethan agrees. “I don’t know her name but I’m calling her Rainbow Brite in my head. Ah, and to her face apparently too. She ran into me on campus too and landed on her ass. I can’t get her out of my head.”

“So why don’t you shoot your shot?” I ask noncommittally. I’m not really the settling down type. I don’t believe that there’s an omega out there for every alpha. It feels like the unicorn scenario that only lucky sons of bitches get.

I know a lot of people who aren’t that lucky, or those who settle for the wrong mate. I would rather be alone forever than choose badly.

“For the same reason that I’d rather prowl the bars or come over here when that’s not something I want,” Ethan sighs.

We met when he was a sophomore in college and have fucked around a bit over the years. It’s been very casual, but he once said that if he did ever settle down, that person would need to be able to handle what we have.

It’s the only time he’s admitted that we’re more than fuck buddies. His father’s ex-wife really fucked over more than oneperson in that divorce. Ethan never wants to feel as betrayed as his dad was.

“Okay, well ratty jeans don't say rich bitch to me, Ethan,” I remind him. “Though, I should probably also call her Rainbow Brite so I don’t start calling her Ratty Jeans.”

Chortling, he shakes his head.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters.

Maybe, but he’s back to being in a good mood, and that means I may get laid tonight. I’ll take it.

Ethan

I’m glad I hung out with Riley and the guys tonight. I have to remember to do this more often. My edges are so jagged now, normal nights like this help to soften them.

We also had a hot moment in the closet of his apartment where he fucked my face while I fucked my fist. I loved every second of it. He allows me to release my sexual tension in whatever way I need. It was exactly what I needed to reset the roaring hormones I’ve been feeling since I saw Rainbow Brite.

The problem is I don’t want anyone to have to deal with me when I’m a raging asshole, so I hide away in the slog of my schedule.

Pulling into my parking spot, I frown as I see the same SUV I noticed before. Turning off the car, I climb out to see my dad also just getting home.

Taking a breath, I decide to let him help me figure out what to do about this car because I can already feel myself starting to get irritated.

These spots are permit only for a reason, but the city hasn’t marked them as such, nor do they check them.

Watching as he gets out of the car, I wave at him silently andpoint out the vehicle. It’s a little after midnight, and I’m surprised he’s just getting home.

However, this isn’t the first time he’s gotten carried away with his assistant after hours. Just because he told me he had other plans doesn’t mean that he didn’t change his mind. My dad is notorious for doing this.