Pleasures of an Omega- COMPLETED

Why Me?

Recap of Last Chapter!

"I'll go fetch you some clothes. Just sit tight." With that he all but ran out of the living room.

'Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?'

End of Recap!

I watched Archers strong, toned back disappear around the corner. Taking the time to observe my surroundings better, I take a seat on the nearby sofa. My butt sinks into the plush leather cushions with the telltale sound of leather rubbing against leather.

"His place is....modern?" I mumble and hesitantly lean back on the sofa. My body thrums with the remnants of what had just transpired between us. Archers hands on my hips felt, way too good. I shudder and bring the blanket closer to my body, shielding it from view.

Sitting on that sofa for a good 5 minutes in my neighbors house, is really boring. I mean how long did it take to get some clothes. I turn my head to peer at the door that Archer left out of. It wouldn't hurt to check where he went, would it? I stand up and walk slowly to the doorway. My head pokes out from behind the door frame. My eyes peer down the dimly lit hall, picking out objects. A hallway table set with a vase of flowers that really needed to be watered, a long hallway rug atop the hardwood flooring. A staircase led upstairs and I headed towards it.

My feet shuffle along the carpet in the hall to the bottom of the staircase. Looking up the stairs I see blank walls. "No pictures at all." I found it odd that everywhere I look, he didn't have one piece of art or photo hanging up. Maybe he's still unpacking? But Archers lived here for almost a month so that could hardly be it.

"Hey Arch, you alive?" I shout up the stairs. It's not like I'm going to go up there and invade his privacy, you just don't do that. Plus I'm literally 98% naked, he's an Alpha and I being an Omega just won't mix well. Naked with a splash of touchy Alpha whose tongue has been so far down your throat you're amazed it wasn't a strep throat examination.

I hear a thud and then "Oww..." drifts down to me in a groan. Still I hold my ground and stay rooted to the spot. If it turns out Archer is a psychotic murderer preparing his torture chamber, I wanted to be as far away as I could. "Yeah, I'm good." That smooth, velvety voice shouts back down to me.

I decide to sit on the stairs to wait on him. "Well hurry up! Your house is weird." I mumble the last bit to myself.

Steps thump above me, then descend onto the stairs. I tip my head back to see Archer smirking down at me. "Oh great you're alive." I say sarcastically, jeez he took a long time, maybe he used the bathroom?

He rolls his blue eyes and drops something on my head. "Did you miss me?" He whispers in my ear. I jump and look up to see him bent down at my level on the stairs. His warm breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine, I hated it. Well maybe I didn't, but Archer didn't need to know that he affected me this way.

Taking the pair of clothes off my head grouchily, I look down at what he gave me. An old faded green t-shirt and some grey joggers. A smile lifts my lips, but it diminishes once a thought pops into my mind.

I glance up at Archer to see him standing with his arms crossed on the bottom of the stairs, in front of me. Making up my mind to be unladylike, I lift my arm and sniff my armpits. Archer gives me a strange look then chuckles at my disgusted expression.

"Are you sure you're a girl?" He says between laughs. I stick my tongue out at him with a frown.

"Ha ha, yes I'm pretty sure. You want to check?" I smirk when his laughter stops.