Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
HOLLIS
I’m barely breathing by the time the woman makes her way over to me.
Remy is continuing to speak to the organizers of the event, and has been joined by a few other people.
I won’t make a big deal about this, and I have my weapons if needed.
I doubt she’s going to do anything with Remy right next to me.
“Excuse me, you’re Hollis Edwards, right?” the woman asks. She’s wearing a pretty lavender formal dress and her hair is curled down her back. The sneer that seems to be so prevalent in the Twats at ROWS isn’t on her face, and she seems genuine.
Unfortunately for her, I’m not sure I have it in me to be kind tonight.
“I am, but if you’re involved with Emilia and the women at ROWS, then you shouldn’t be speaking to me,” I say stiffly.
“I’m Alyssa Lauren’s daughter,” she says, ignoring how standoffish I’m being. “She works with Emilia. They’re just a group of women fighting for omegas’ rights. Shouldn’t you be behind that as someone who promotes safe dating?”
Nearly growling under my breath, I turn toward her. I have a knife stuffed down my breasts, but I think Emilia and her crew may be keeping the young woman in front of me in the dark.
“I’m going to hold back my comment to that question,” I say. “You clearly know who I am, but I’m still in the dark. I think that’s a bit rude, don’t you?”
The woman’s lips open in surprise before she nods.
“You’re right. I’m so sorry. My name is Gwen.
I actually don’t have much to do with my mother’s organization.
I’m her date tonight because she didn’t want to drive.
I want to ask Rowan if I can write about Let Kids Be Kids in the Minneapolis Herald.
I’m one of their reporters,” she explains.
“Hello, Gwen,” I say coolly. I really don’t have it in me to be any nicer. “I think you should do a little digging into the Regional Omegas Women’s Society before you do harm by saying they’re a harmless group of women trying to protect omegas’ interests.”
“Harm?” Gwen asks. “How am I doing that?”
“How? The promotion of an organization, however seemingly harmless, when they are clearly involved in shady activities is the epitome of harm,” I murmur. “For example, why do you think that Emilia can’t be within twenty feet of me?”
“I… she can’t?” Gwen moves to turn, and I grab her hand.
“Don’t be obvious,” I say softly. “I already worry about going out alone.”
“What?” she hisses. “They can’t be as dangerous as you’re insinuating. I’ve known these women for most of my life.”
“Do they try to run your life?” I ask. “Does your mother tell you to dress modestly, not be emotionally messy, and work a ‘normal’ job?”
“No, and I wear high necklines because I work with a lot of men. I want my words to be listened to, instead of being spoken to in a way that shows they’re only looking at my chest. My mom really likes that I’m working at something I’m passionate about.”
So they only want to control everyone else. Wonderful.
“I can assure you that they’re staring at your tits anyway,” I sigh.
I dressed for Remy and to feel pretty, not for anyone else.
I think people don’t understand the nuances of what you put on your body.
“All I’m saying is that blindly following anyone without an understanding of what their end goal is can be harmful.
Do you promote their events in your newspaper? ”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “There’s an events coordinator who is in charge of that. I report on news in the area, community news specifically.”
“Does sex trafficking of omegas count as community news?” I ask. “Until you look into that, I don’t think you have any business speaking to the women who are running this charity event. Poof, be gone.”
I’m not usually this acerbic, but I can feel how angry I’m getting. God, I really just told a twenty-something year old to be gone like a bad smell.
“You’re…serious,” Gwen says, shaking her head.
“As a heart attack, or even the beating I received a few weeks ago thanks to Emilia’s motorcycle club friends,” I growl.
Remy’s hand moves to my back, his thumb rubbing against my bare skin. He makes no move to break the conversation going on around me, the cover being the reason why I can speak to Gwen.
“I assume that if I did some digging at the hospital I’d be able to find out if this is true or not?” she asks.
I’m really glad I went to the hospital now.
“Since I was there with guards at my door, it should be fairly easy to get that information. Though, getting them to tell you my name may be more difficult,” I murmur.
“Understood,” she says. “You seem well now? If it was so bad, you’d still have bruises, wouldn’t you?”
“Gwen, you’re an omega. I think you need to learn about how healing can accelerate for omegas under certain circumstances,” I say.
“I had broken ribs, and my face was a mess. I did a video with bruises on Omega’s Link to counter some of the things Emilia was saying about me.
This isn’t the place to tell you about all the things I’ve uncovered about ROWS, but if you need a source, message The Little Rabbit on Omega’s Link. ”
“Hollis?” Remy asks, and I turn to face him with a professional smile on my lips.
It won’t work on him because he knows me well enough and can feel my emotions through the bond, but no one else will be able to tell how fucking angry I am. I’m so tired of people sticking their heads under the sand and willing to ignore the ugly reality we live in.
“Yes.” My gaze scans his face to see what I missed.
“Ready to go?” he asks.
“I am,” I reply, my smile becoming more real. Focusing on Rowan, Aria, and Drew, I add, “It was really great to meet you all. If I can help with anything down the road, please don't hesitate to ask. Even if it’s for a silent auction. I could put together a gift certificate for Cupid’s Call.”
“Thank you so much,” Rowan says with a smile. “We definitely will.”
When I turn away with Remy, Gwen is nowhere to be seen. He links his fingers in mine as we walk, and he waits until we’re in the hallway headed to get our coats before addressing the elephant in the room.
“Who was the girl?” he asks. “You’re practically vibrating, you’re so pissed off.”
“She came over to introduce herself as the daughter of a ROWS member,” I grumble. “Gwen is in the dark about what they’re about, but it infuriates me. I may need to fuck this out, Remy.”
He almost stumbles as he processes my words.
“I am bonded to a nymphomaniac and I am quite pleased with this,” he muses as I laugh.
Giggling, I shrug. “When I’m pissed off I either eat lemon squares or use my vibrator,” I whisper as things get quieter as we arrive at the exit.
“I like the idea of you using my cock better,” he grunts, taking my coat as if he never said a word.
My cheeks flame, because this alpha gives zero fucks about what others think when it comes to letting me know how much he wants to fuck me. My arms push through the sleeves of my coat as Remy helps me into it and then he quickly pulls his own on before thanking the doorman opening the door for us.
“Did I shock you?” he asks, his arm around my waist as we walk through the parking lot.
“Not as much as I’m going to shock you when I ask you to fuck me against the car,” I reply. “There’s not enough room in the back seat for me to straddle you in this dress.”
“Game on, Baby Girl,” he purrs, lifting me up into his arms as he walks faster.
Laughing, I put my arms around his neck as he hauls ass. All I can hope for is that he doesn’t slip on some black ice. That would put a damper on my libido for sure.
His lips capture mine perfectly as he walks around his SUV, making me moan. I really hope he’s serious about this because my panties are flooding with slick.
“Shhh, Little Omega. You can’t scream when you come around my cock. I’ll have to give you my arm to sink your savage teeth into,” he murmurs, setting my feet on the ground.
He turns me to face the vehicle, and I glance over my shoulder at him with a smirk.
“Hands on the car, Hollis, I’m going to be fast so we don’t end up with frostbite anywhere questionable,” he says as I laugh.
Placing my hands on the SUV, I hiss at the cold as he pulls up my coat and dress until it’s bunched in his fist at my waist. I hear the sound of his zipper and shiver, needing him now.
“Open those legs nice and wide and bend forward,” he growls. “I want to see the slick spot on your panties.”
Breathing hard with anticipation, I lean forward and walk my feet back so that they’re spread wide in my heels.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, pulling my panties to the side. I whimper as I feel slick push out of my cunt, desperate for this cock.
I’m worked up and angry from my encounter with Gwen, but it’s not a big step for me to want my alpha to expel that energy. Remy is gorgeous and strong, and I’m quickly becoming addicted to the way he makes me feel.
He leans over me, his hand next to mine on the car as he rubs the crown of his cock over my arousal. I bow my back as I moan, and my hips rock back against him, wanting him inside of me.
“Such a greedy girl,” he whispers, pushing his thick crown inside my pussy. “It’s all yours.”
His hand holding my dress and coat squeezes my hip while his hand on the vehicle covers mine. I spread my fingers so he can hold my hand, and then he’s thrusting forward. Gasping, I drop my head back as he fucks me, my pussy stretching around his thick cock.
It feels so good, I can already feel myself clenching around him. People are walking near us, and his warm body presses tightly against my back as he fucks up into me. Anyone could see us, and that makes me want him more.
“You take my cock so well,” he rasps in my ear. “All day, you fight for others, do your job, but now you’re my pretty little slut. No responsibilities except to drench my knot, Baby Girl. Let it all go with me.”