Page 9 of Risque (Pack It In #1)

Mila

Showered and dressed in a pair of black scrubs, I look in the mirror, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened again.

“He’s Nolan’s dad,” I tell myself in the mirror, my eyes staring at the bruising on my lips from Mr. Holt’s kiss.

“He’s my ex’s dad,” I tell myself, eyes traveling further to the purpling on my hip where he gripped me as I rode his thighs and came all over him. God, that’s so fucking embarrassing. My cheeks pink as I try to find another reason to decline his offer. But there isn’t one.

Mr. Holt is my mate and my body is yearning for more of that. I’m salivating for his touch, his cock, his sweet words to me.

“Mila, are you okay?”

I squeal and rip open the door to see Mr. Holt standing there in a new suit, doing up the buttons along his cuffs. He looks immaculate and nothing like me who’s still wrecked from what just happened. But then that warm smile shows back at me.

“Yes, sir. I’m good. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“Well, I have a meeting down the hall and then we can go to an early dinner. How’s that?”

I frown, trying to remember what little I read from his schedule. There were several other meetings he was supposed to attend today. “Sir, but…”

“Mila, I canceled them. I think there’s something much more important than work to discuss at the moment.”

My cheeks redden further and then I just sigh, giving in.

There’s no use in telling the CEO that he can’t cancel his own meetings but that means we’re going to discuss whatever this is…

way sooner than I had planned. “What do I do until then?” I hadn’t really thought about the down time during meetings or when Mr. Holt was sleeping.

“You can stay here. I heard that you might be thinking about school again? Why don’t you study a little? I shouldn’t be long.”

And then he just leaves.

I can’t take this whiplash emotional warfare from my Omega as my heart sinks again.

We’re not dating. I can’t expect a kiss from him.

Even so, I had tilted my head up just a little and then was denied.

Not like Mr. Holt knew what I was asking for.

And he said he’s never been around an Omega.

His wife was an Alpha, a gorgeous one, and I have no idea what he sees in me.

Letting out a little huff of frustration, I march back into the room and park myself on the couch, far away from the incident that just happened.

I bury myself in my phone, searching up different schools that will be in my price range based on scholarships and financial aid. Which is basically none of them.

But it doesn’t mean I can’t try.

A message pops up on my phone and I dismiss it without even looking at it, trying to see the name of the school that just ran across my screen.

Another message.

And then another.

And then a call.

“What?!” I answer.

“Babe, don’t do that. We both know you’re not that angry. Bring your shit back to the apartment and we can talk about it.”

I frown and pull the phone away from my ear, not believing that it’s Nolan.

He keeps saying it’s not a big deal. He said it when he was balls deep in another Omega.

He said it again when he was still knotting the fucker.

And again, when I was rushing around to put my shoes on.

And again, when I locked myself in my room because he blocked my way out.

I only promised him that we’d talk to get him to go away but the moment he ran off to who knows where, I headed for Addy and Billy’s place. Then as soon as I could, I packed my car and headed to work.

He’s been calling all day, off and on but I’ve been ignoring him. Until he called from a number I don’t know. I’m guessing it’s a friend or the Omega I caught him with.

“Mila, get your ass back home. This isn’t like you.”

I scrunch my nose up. “It’s not like me to get angry because you cheated?”

“You’re overreacting. We haven’t done anything in ages. You don’t put out anymore. Hell, you don’t even slick up when you get excited. What fun is that?”

I can’t believe we’re having this conversation on the phone. Tightening my hand on my phone, I curl up in a little ball and pull the blanket from the couch over me. “Maybe it was a long time coming but that’s no reason to cheat. If you wanted someone else, that’s all you had to say.”

“I want you , Mila.”

I have a half a mind to hang up on Nolan but if I do that, he might come to my job and start asking questions. The last thing I want to do is be the center of attention. And now that I’m somehow involved with his dad, I really don’t want Nolan here.

“We can talk later. I’m at work.”

“I know you are. I tried to grab something from the car but it was locked. Some of my shit is in there.”

When Mr. Holt looked out the window and asked what color my car was… he wasn’t just asking. I’m guessing he caught Nolan snooping in the parking lot. Great. Just great.

“We can talk later. ” I nearly hang up, just wanting to build a nest and crawl into it but that’s impossible. There’s no good space in here.

“Babe, don’t shut me out. I get it. It was a mistake, a bad judgment but we have something and I’m going to wife you up and you’re going to have adorable little babies. Okay?”

I snort, realizing that the version of me from six months ago would have loved that.

Today? I can’t imagine giving Nolan anything.

He’s selfish and he always spends money he shouldn’t.

I pay most of the bills and the car he likes to use during the day is mine which is odd since Mr. Holt is swimming in money.

“No, thank you,” I finally say, knowing that is just going to start another argument. “We’ve talked about this. The engagement was hasty and I just don’t think we’re ready…”

“Babe…”

“No!” I sit up, the blanket falling off of me.

“I need some time! No more. Stop calling and tell that Omega who you fucked in my bed that he can have you. Why you thought I was just going to roll over and take you back is beyond me. If you like knotting his hole, great. I have someone else I want to knot mine.”

I end the call and then groan, realizing I just gave Nolan ammo to look for. He’s going to try and dig up every piece of dirt to figure out who my new connection is. And when he finds out it’s his father…

Yeah, I’m not thinking about that.

Instead, I stand up and let my Omega guide me to the perfect place to build a little nest. And when I find it? I can’t fucking wait to show my new Alpha.

Yes, mine.