32. Maisie
maisie
It’s weird having a scent again after spending so much time hiding it. I feel exposed and vulnerable and I wonder if I’m over complicating all of this.
Maybe this is a bad way to go about it—like it’s some sort of surprise scent-match party.
My stomach feels like it’s twisted into knots and I’m not sure if it’s my nerves or getting off my medication. Birdie did the smart thing by only doing topicals. I’ve been pumping my body with so much medicine, trying to hide what I am for so long, it’s like my body wants revenge for it now.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be fully comfortable with my scent out while in public, but I owe it to my scent matches to try.
So this is me, the nervous, neurotic mess of a woman who’s acted like they had their shit together for years while slowly suffering inside without anyone noticing.
The guys notice me; they see me, and isn’t that all I could ever ask for?
Mom would have been proud of me. I mean, I knew she was before she passed. She was elated when I graduated from college and got my first job. I was never searching for approval from my mom, just from myself, and I had set impossible standards I could never obtain.
These guys don’t expect anything from me. All they’re asking of me is to stay. All they want is me as I am, and I’m ready to take that leap.
Even if I feel like I’m going to throw up in the process.
There’s a knock on the door and I swear to fuck if one of these Alphas came here early and messes up my grand plan…
“Who is it?”
“Effie dear, is everything okay?”
I open the door, and the second I do, Effie’s eyes go a little wide. She recovers quickly and doesn’t even bring up my scent.
“Hey, Effie.”
“Maisie, how are you? I have exciting news!”
I give her a small smile, because Effie just has that kind of effect on someone. “What is it?”
“We had five bookings this morning. We’ve been listed as an Omega-friendly B his scent, his handsome face, the shade of his hair, how safe and solid he is. My scent match is perfect and I want him so fucking bad.
I tug on his shirt, and he brings his hand to my forehead. Another curse.
“Grab a blanket and pillow from each of our rooms and bring it to the nest. Ask Angus if he can pick up Fergus. Call the restaurant and let them know we won’t be there for the week and to have Ginny and Sorcha take over.
Let your brother know what’s going on too so he can tell her sister.
Lain, call Rory and give him your tours for the week. ” Greer lays it all out for everyone.
I’m just blinking at him because his shirt is still on and I need to be drowned in his Alpha scent.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl, we’ve got you.”
I don’t doubt him for a second, because he’s Greer, he’s my scent match, and he’ll always take care of me.