Page 38 of Knot His Beast
That alone supports how unstable he is.
I know I’m not bad looking. I have good hair, pretty decent features, and I take good care of my body. If you don’t include the obsessive compulsion to cut when my intrusive thoughts get too bad. I’m tall for an omega, I’m fit. I’m extremely clean and well groomed. A lot of people like the tattoos, but that’s not why I got them. I like them, sure, but they cover a lot of the scars I have, and I don’t need physical reminders of where I come from when my mind keeps a well of them on tap for me.
All of the physical aside, my personality works as a very solid repellent most of the time and I haven’t exactly toned it down with Bentley.
It’s been the opposite, actually.
Swinging on him, trying to kick him in the balls. I’ve pulled out all the stops, but nothing has slowed him down let alone stopped him from coming to see me.
Yeah, there has to be something seriously wrong with Bentley.
With a sigh, I scrub my hands over my face, pushing my glasses up into my hair briefly as I close my eyes and tip my head back.
I really don’t need another alpha hanging around trying to get into my pants.
Bentley isn’t anything like Kassie and Kyle, though. Not even close. The only thing they have in common is their designation and the buck stops there.
Well, almost.
All three of them have obsessions with me that border on unhealthy, but again, the cowboy is nothing like those two inthe way he handles it. Those two are awful, horrible, disgusting humans, while he’s pretty fucking genuine and kind of sweet.
If I’m being totally honest, I like the attention I get from him.
I’ll never tell him that, not if I can help it, but I like when Bentley comes around, and the way he’s attempting towoome makes me feel good about myself for the first time in years. Which is something else I’ll take to the grave if I can help it.
“We’re almost matching.”
My eyes snap open and dart to the left, my head whipping in that direction so hard I send my glasses flying, but I don’t need them to know who’s talking as they walk toward me.
“Both of us outside on a beautiful day wearing sneakers and sweats,” Bentley says as his blurry outline bends down next to me. “Mine are blue like my eyes. You know, the ones you like to get lost in.”
“And mine are black like my soul,” I grunt as he gets to his feet and hands me my glasses. I immediately start cleaning them the second I have them, mumbling about the dirt under my breath before I slide them on.
My breath that gets stuck in my throat when I blink at the behemoth next to me.
“And I’m shirtless.” He grins as my eyes go wide. “So our coordinating outfits stop there, but I’d be happy to help rectify that for you.”
I clear my suddenly dry throat and go back to watching Floyd sleep next to his shit. “By putting on a t-shirt? Because that would be great.”
“Not what I had in mind, sweet cheeks.”
I start walking toward my dog as he finally starts to stir, a sorry attempt to hide the blush I really don’t want him to see, but of course, Bentley follows me. “Taking your stalking up a notch, are we? Following me when I walk my dog now?”
“Yes.” I glance at him as he stops next to me, flashing me a pretty smile as he plants his hands on his hips then looks at Floyd. “Is he okay?”
“He’s over your bullshit, too.”
Bentley chuckles but ignores what I said in favor of asking, “How about we take him to get a drink? That smoothie place by your building caters to dogs, too. He could rehydrate, and maybe we could all have a snack?”
Before I have the chance to protest or argue, the pain in the ass alpha has us back on the sidewalk and heading in that direction. When we get there, he plants Floyd and I at a table outside, pulls his tank top from the back of his sweats and puts it on before he goes in and orders for all of us, not even giving me the opportunity to put up a fight, or tell him what I want.
If he’s going to start buying me things, I’d like to have a say. I’m picky and I can use that to my advantage. No one wants a high maintenance omega, not even me, and I am one.
“You didn’t have to walk me all the way up to my door,” I grumble as I fish for the keys to my apartment.
“Sure I did.” Bentley places his hand against the small of my back as I open the door. “I wanted to make sure your cameras were still in position, and I needed to know you got in safely.”
I shake my head as a small smile touches my lips as I let Floyd off his leash and shoo him inside before I turn in the doorway to block him. “The only person I have to worry about breaking in here now is you, and since you’re already here, I think I’m safe.”
