not tromping the semi-dark trying to hide evidence of our illicit rendezvous.
Nine
Isaac
I somehow manage to get back to my room without anyone noticing me. My heart was pounding the entire way and I'm completely breathless.
Thankfully, everyone's working and I can take a shower in the communal bathroom without interruption.
As the water crashes against my skin, I'm finally able to stop and process everything that just happened.
First, holy shit, I actually had sex with Duke. That thick alpha cock was everything I'd imagined it could be. It was just a quickie, and I didn't get a taste of his knot, but I still loved every second of it.
Second, holy shit, I just embarrassed myself in front of the hottest alpha I've ever laid eyes on. I mean, seriously, the way I was acting was straight up slutty. Begging a relative stranger to fuck me because of how horny I was. I'm just glad it wasn't a guest or something. Not that this is much better.
Third, and finally, why the hell am I such a massive idiot? Telling him that all this is his fault? What am I trying to accomplish here? At this point, I need to be sent home. Keeping me here is a liability. It puts me at risk, as well as any nearby alphas the next time I happen to swing into heat again. Not only that, but it puts Duke at risk if his boss finds out he kept this a secret. It would be irresponsible of me to stay here.
But Duke didn't say anything about it when I asked him. He refused to give me a straight up answer. If he's so conflicted about it, does that mean he doesn't want me to leave?
My heart skips a beat at that thought. My elation plummets when I, once again, recall my parting shot.
I think I'm trying to avoid falling into the desperate omega trope. I'm intentionally pushing his buttons to try because I don't want him to pity me. The thing is, I'm pretty sure what I'm actually doing is just pissing him off. I know I wouldn't want to date someone who's acting like me.
Date.
Am I really thinking about a relationship with him? He was considerate enough to actually not risk getting me pregnant. I think most alphas would've plowed straight ahead and said hell with the consequences. Of course, he could've just been thinking about himself??/p>
My thoughts ping pong back and forth as I finish my shower. By the time I'm done, I'm no closer to figuring any of this out than I was before. At least now I'm fully dressed and not covered in bodily fluids.
Grumbling under my breath, I locate the nurse's office. It's tucked at the back of the hotel, not too far from the main office where Duke's boss works.
Thankfully, the nurse is there and is more than willing to give me a suppressant. I don't tell him that I've already gone into heat and that I'm pretty sure this isn't going to work. Part of me is hoping for a miracle here. If dinner time tomorrow rolls around and I still haven't gone into heat, the suppressant did its job.
Of course, I'm almost certain that once Duke has a chance to get his thoughts together, he won't hesitate to send me home.
I slink back to my room and go through all my belongings for the hundredth time as I repack my back. There's still no sign of the box of pills and I feel my heart sink a little. I'm still almost certain that I put them in the bag. I can't practically picture putting them in with the rest of my toiletries when I was packing. Apparently I can't trust my memory at all.
I collapse onto my bed. It's still early and I know that Anders won't be back for a long time. There's nothing else for me to do but lay here and stare at the ceiling. I didn't bring anything with me to entertain myself. I figured I'd be so busy working, or making friends, that I wouldn't have time to do anything else.
Biting my lip, I try to suppress the emotions welling up inside of me. I'm really bad at just about everything I do. I make shitty decisions all the time. It's been a long time since I've actually felt like I was going anywhere with my life. I'd hoped that spending two weeks out here, soaking up sunshine and new experiences might give me