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As I rushed down the hallway of Fairchild Innovations, the sound of my heels echoing loudly on the polished marble floor, I couldn't help but pray to any deity that would listen that I wouldn't be late. My arms were practically bursting with files—contracts, quarterly reports, and meeting agendas—all piled so high that I could barely see more than a sliver of the hallway through the small gap between the folders.
Looking back, I really should've made two trips, or at least asked someone for help. I mean, I'm an omega, not a freaking forklift.
But instead, I convinced myself I could handle it because Theodore Pierce thrives under pressure. I didn't need help; I was a strong, independent omega who could manage a stack of papers like a champ.
Still, I knew Mr. Fairchild would be extra grumpy if I showed up late with these documents. He had zero tolerance for lateness and would glare at me disapprovingly if I even so much as strolled in a second late.
And of course, that's when my luck decided to take a hike.
I turned a corner and bumped into something solid—like, wall-solid. Seriously, who needed to be that solid unless they were carved by some celestial being with a fondness for muscles?
I stumbled back with an embarrassing yelp, sending my files flying through the air like startled birds. Just when I thought I'd hit the ground, two strong, warm hands caught me—one around my waist and the other steadying the back of my leg where it had awkwardly swung out. For a second, everything around me froze, my breath stuck.
Then I caught a scent.
It was sharp, clean, and undeniably masculine. A mix of a chilly winter breeze with cedarwood and something almost irresistible.
My stomach flipped as I looked up at the man who was holding me.
Xavier Fairchild.
My boss.
That cold, infuriatingly handsome Alpha who always seemed so composed.
His gray eyes swept over my face, slow and assessing, as if he were deciding whether I was hurt—or maybe just thinking about how much he could scold me for nearly knocking him over like a clumsy kid on roller skates.
"Sir, I'm so sorry," I blurted out, scrambling to catch my breath. "I wasn't paying attention. I mean, I was looking, but not really. I promise I'm not usually this—"
"Clumsy?" he offered, his voice smooth, like warm honey sliding over my skin.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "I was going to say distracted."
He chuckled, the corner of his mouth lifting in a rare, mischievous half-smile that I had no business staring at.
"Well, distracted looks good on you," he said quietly.
Before I could even process that compliment—or the fact that my boss was using a tone more suited for a dimly lit room rather than a hallway—I felt him take a step closer. His hand slid from my waist to my hip, gently directing me back until my back hit the wall. Papers were strewn all over the floor, but Xavier didn't seem to care. His entire focus was on me.
"Mr… Fairchild?" My voice came out higher than intended, tight and embarrassingly breathless.
He leaned in, propping one arm beside my head. "I'm tired of pretending I don't see how attractive you are, Theodore."
My knees nearly buckled. "Tem—tempting?"
I felt so shameless. But honestly, could anyone blame me? The guy looked like he walked straight out of an upscale perfume ad—dark, perfectly styled hair, gray eyes framed by thick lashes, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. And here he was, looking at me like that?
"If I'm being honest," he murmured, leaning in until our noses barely brushed, "I can't resist anymore. I've wanted to pin you against this wall since your first day."
My heart nearly stopped. "Sir, you really shouldn't—"
"Oh, I should," he replied, letting his lips skim my cheek. "And I will. Right here. Right now."
I gasped as his mouth got closer—so close I could feel his warmth against my lips. His hand gently moved up my thigh, slow and deliberate, sending sparks coursing through my body.
"X—Xavier…" I whispered.
He smiled. "Finally said my name."
His lips were just a breath away from mine, heat pooling low in my stomach, every nerve on high alert as he whispered—
"Let me taste you."
And then—
Everything faded away.
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp.
For a few moments, all I could see was the high ceiling above me—smooth white plaster bordered with soft gold molding—and the morning sun spilling over a huge bed draped in sheets that felt far too luxurious for my apartment.
Blinking rapidly, I struggled to catch up with reality.
I was in a hotel room.
A fancy hotel room.
The kind that had a marble fireplace, a balcony with a view of the city skyline, and a bed big enough for a family reunion. Golden curtains swayed lazily in the breeze from a slightly open window, carrying the lingering scent of expensive perfume and fresh linen.
I slowly sat up, pressing a hand against my forehead as my heart raced from the adrenaline still lingering from the dream.
"It happened again," I muttered, sinking back into the pillows with a heavy groan. "Oh my God. I'm actually losing it."
Another dream.
Another ridiculously vivid, painfully inappropriate sex dream about my boss.
"Get a grip, Theo," I scolded myself, slapping the bed beside me. "Stop dreaming about him pinning you against walls like some corporate vampire."
My hand brushed across the empty sheets.
Of course, they were empty.
No Alpha CEO in sight. No muscular arms. No smoldering gray eyes filled with desire. Just me and my indecent imagination roasting me alive.
I pulled myself upright and stretched, letting out a long sigh as I stared at my reflection in the glossy black TV screen.
"Dream Xavier needs to chill," I mumbled. "Real Xavier would fire me so fast my badge would explode."
Well, crap.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
What a bizarre way to start the day.
𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰
Welcome, beautiful readers!
So I decided to try my hand at a spicy, smutty omegaverse book 😏
(Please go easy on me as it's my first omegaverse novel, so if there's any mistakes... please let me know.)
This is also a warning that this book is an erotic comedy (if it's even funny lol) and is not all that serious, so it's going to have 40% plot and 60% smut.
And yes, our Omega main character is a slut (I'm sorry)
If you're a new reader of my work and you're looking for a cute love story and an actual story between characters you can check out my other ongoing book 'My Stepbrother, My Enemy'
But if you're freaky like me, well sit back and have some virtual milk and cookies as you read 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛
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