Spence frowns. “You want to let your parents know you’re here?”
Zack laughs again. “This is just an extra card. Sometimes I just need to get in here without anyone noticing, you know? Private party? I made sure to get myself an anonymous card for that.”
Oh, hell. Because, of course, with this guy. “You fuck girls in that office of yours?”
“Nah.” He moves, leaning between us. “There’s a really nice ‘recreational’ room on our floor. The couches there have seen quite a bit of use over the years.”
“Oh, eww.” Spence growls. “I’m never going to go there again. How did I not know that? How often have I sat on those couches right after you fucked a girl on them? Eww.”
“No worries, I always pay the cleaners extra to make sure they get cleaned thoroughly.” He points. “Park there. We can take the staff elevator up. They don’t have as many cameras there.”
I feel like arguing with him, but decide against it. I’m in their territory now, not mine. While I might not agree with whatever crap these two get up to, I’m not here for them. I’m here for Cyra. I’m here because we need to protect Cyra, at all costs.
19 Cyra
It’s hard to wrap my head around what’s going on. It’s all too much. Last week, everything was still normal, the same it had been for years. I was safe, I was in control of my life, I was in control of what was going on around me.
But right now... Everything is different. Everything is going wrong and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know if I have the energy for it.
My phone starts buzzing again, and when I look at it I see ‘Parents’ on the screen. Apart from the calls, I’ve had a few messages, ranging from a simple ‘pick up’ to ‘you ungrateful Omega, pick up’ and ‘I demand you pick up’. They’ve not resorted to cursing, but I feel that’s coming soon. Curses and threats are going to be next on the menu, as always, though I tend to not let it get that far, too scared they’ll take everything away from me. Too scared that they’ll take everything I’ve fought for away from me.
I’ve not answered yet, but I feel like I won’t have a choice soon. I feel like if I keep ignoring them, things are only going to get worse. My parents don’t like waiting, but with the guys around, I didn’t dare to pick up, I didn’t want my parents to hear them. I didn’t want them to know that I’m really with four Alphas, four Alphas they would not approve of.
“Cyra?” Max’ voice is low and his hand comes into view.
I jerk back, startled, but then realise we’ve stopped and are now parked in front of my building. “Thank... Thank you.” With shaking hands, I start taking my bag and my phone, trying not to leave anything behind. It’s better if we have as little contact as possible after this. “I’ll get you these clothes back as soon as I can. I’ll make sure they’re cleaned and all. Don’t worry.”
I can’t drag them into whatever crap my parents have come up with now. The four might be at the top of the social structure here, but according to my parents, none of them are going to be good enough for me. So, it’s better if I stay as far away from them as possible, keep them out of the mess, keep them out of my life.
What will I tell my parents when I do take their call? How will I apologise to them? What will they demand in return for me staying here?
“That’s not what I...” He sighs and I glance his way, not sure what else he wants. He dropped me off, that’s all I asked of him. “I’ll walk you to your apartment.”
“You don’t have to.” I shake my head. “Really.”
It’s not safe in there, my scent will be everywhere. And on top of that, I have no idea if my parents might have someone stationed nearby, someone who could spot him, and tell my parents that I let an Alpha into my place... That would be bad. If they find out that I let Max into my apartment, they’re never going to let me stay here, they’re going to take me home with them. I can’t let that happen. I don’t want that to happen.
“I’m going to walk you to your building.” Max’ voice is more forceful now, making me want to fight him for a moment, before I realise I’m too tired to even try.
Maybe letting him do that simple thing will be enough to satisfy him. Maybe it will let him know that I’m safe and he’ll leave after that. Once he’s satisfied that there are no paparazzi in front of the building and that I’m safe in there, he’ll leave. Then I can just stay hidden in my apartment for the rest of the weekend, until I need to go to work on Monday.
This will all have blown over by then, I’m sure of it. Things like this never last very long. They’ll find someone else to follow soon enough, and once I’ve called my parents, everything will be okay again. Everything will have returned back to normal by Monday, I just have to stay low for the weekend.
I nod. “Okay, just to the door. Then you go back.” Before I’ve even finished my first sentence, he’s already out of the car and comes over to my side, opening the door.
He holds out his hand and I let him pull me from the car, even though I can easily get out myself.
As we walk over to the door of the building, I keep glancing around, hoping that nobody
