Page 76 of Retribution

I begin to open my mouth because I didn’t mean that he would need to do it, and he pushes me toward the stairs.

“The little nightmare is here to stay, may as well make her a house she’ll be happy with,” he adds. “It is safe to say that I no longer feel the way I did before. Isolde is too good at her job to bean issue for your public image. She also has no interest in your money.”

“She’s pretty flush with cash flow I would think,” I grumble, walking up the stairs. “Isolde doesn’t need mine. That doesn’t mean I won’t still try to spoil her.”

“Well, I don’t have to try,” Grant shrugs. “I had things delivered to her house.”

“Goddamn it, Grant. You’re seriously not going to tell me where that is?”

“Nope. But, I’m going there after I shower. Hurry the fuck up, Ken. Don’t primp so much.”

I curse under my breath as I hurry to my shower, because I’m not a fucking doll. God, he’s such a dick.

I have a special antibacterial soap in my shower stall for long days where I’m with people or at the lab. Just because I don’t go in often, doesn’t mean I’m not cognizant of my need to be clean.

Scrubbing away under the warm spray, I hurry through washing my blonde hair. I enjoy the luxury of having multiple shower heads, but it’s also helpful when I need to get clean quickly.

Shutting the water off, I grab the warmed towel and dry myself. I have a well meaning bastard who will absolutely leave me if I don’t hurry.

I’m still unsure if I’m going to have to stow away in the trunk yet or not.

“Surly asshole,” I grumble. I’m tired from not sleeping, but I need to see Isolde before I pass out.

Forgoing boxers, I pull out a pair of dark gray joggers and a sweatshirt. Getting dressed, I also put on thick socks and black boots to stay comfortable and warm. I decide to allow my hair to dry naturally because I’ve realized that Isolde likes my curls, and then brush my teeth as quickly as possible. Striding out of mybedroom after shoving my phone into my pocket, I catch sight of Grant jogging down the stairs.

“Fuck me,” I complain, following him.

“I would say any time, but you’re headed in the wrong direction,” Oliver calls out from his room.

Glancing over as I continue walking, I see Alesso is sleeping in his bed through the open door.

“The house is too empty,” he explains.

“I’ll be back. I need to see Isolde first,” I say, leaving him behind as I go down the stairs three at a time. Three days is way too long for me to be gone.

It’s funny how priorities change once you have a pack and an omega. I know Isolde needs peace of mind, I do as well.

It’s simply going to take longer than a few days in the lab to happen. I own enough land to be able to create my own space for my experiments to find a permanent solution to forcing a heat. However, due to the equipment I’ll need, it can’t be inside of my house.

Too many things can explode.

“Wait,” I snarl, watching the front door close behind Grant.

Fuck, he’s a real dickweed. I’m going to punch him if he leaves me here. I have aggression to work off if he continues to goad me that’s derived from being sleep deprived and grumpy.

Yanking open the front door, I slam it closed behind me, smirking as I hear Rita lock up. God bless that woman. She always seems to be everywhere at once.

Running forward. I slam my palm on the hood of the SUV as I walk around it toward the passenger side door. Grant is already halfway inside the vehicle with the engine running, wide eyed with innocence. Glaring at him, I get inside and pull on my seatbelt as he makes a big show of getting comfortable.

“I will strangle you and make it look like you died in your sleep,” I grumble.

“You would try,” he laughs, beginning to drive toward the gates.

“I fucking hate you,” I say, a yawn surprising me.

“You should be sleeping, grumpy,” Grant teases me.

“How am I supposed to sleep when all of this happened while I was gone?” I ask.