Forrest’s brows furrow and I know his mind is taking him to the worst case scenarios.
“It’s nothing bad, it’s just, well, our beautiful, delightfully high maintenance Omega is an heiress to a billion-dollar fortune.”
Forrest makes a deep grunting noise, not even commenting on what I just said as he stands up.
“I’m going to go shower and get ready for tonight.”
“No comments on that new piece of information?” I ask.
“It changes nothing. She’ll tell us why she didn’t say anything when she feels more comfortable.”
“It’s unbelievably annoying when you’re the levelheaded one,” I complain.
He smiles, kisses my head, and walks over to the shower. Could this really be the foundation of our pack? A lumberjack hotelier, an Olympic gold medalist, and a charismatic goddess of an heiress. It almost sounds too good to be true, but I’ll be damned if we don’t make it happen.
Chapter 14
Claire
Dinner with Forrestand Wells went way better than the first time. Neither of them brought up what happened with Megan today, and they were both a little more touchy feely. I loved every second of it. I thought about going back to their room and having a repeat of the other night, but I needed some space to think.
Forrest gave me his jacket from dinner before we parted ways and I made a promise that if I wasn’t feeling well that I’d contact them immediately.
I just need some time to catch my breath. It’s been a whirlwind since I stepped foot on this ship and when I’m around Wells and Forrest, it’s almost like I can’t think straight.
There isn’t a single regret over what Wells and I did earlier. I wasn’t drunk, definitely more confident with the champagne in my system, but I wanted him so badly. And, okay, maybe seeing Megan touch him made me feel like I needed to mark him as mine, but at the end of the day I just wanted him.
I even liked having him in my mouth, watching him fall apart and the power I had over him. Spending the day with him has only made my feelings grow. I can’t remember ever just enjoying space with a man like that. He makes me laugh, I feel comfortable and safe around him.
Yet…there’s still this pit in my stomach.
I can’t decide if it’s guilt or not. There’s absolutely nothing for me to be guilty for, but there’s this small piece of myself that still is holding on to hope for Elliot.
Without a doubt, I know he and Wells would become instant friends. As for Forrest and him, I’m not sure how they would get along.
I groan into my pillow, hating this train of thought, because it’s pointless. Elliot isn’t here. He doesn’t want to be. I have two amazing men who are pursuing me, who I like and should be lying in bed with right now. Who cares how fast everything seems when it feels so right?
I need to stop over thinking and let myself be all in with Forrest and Wells. I’ll come clean about not giving them my last name and the reason for it, and it’s time to leave Elliot where he belongs, in the past.
The ship is in a frenzy as new Alphas, Betas, and Omegas board in Miami. The ship already felt full, but now it’s almost overwhelming.
The lines for the buffet are longer, there are fewer empty tables, and a plethora of new scents.
I’m shaking my leg under the table as I eat breakfast with Forrest and Wells and a big palm lands on the top of my thigh, pausing the shaking.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
Forrest doesn’t mince words by asking if I’m okay; he knows I’m not and he doesn’t want me to just say that I’m fine and brush it off.
“I think I’d like to get off the ship tomorrow. The ship’s getting kind of crowded and it might be nice to spend some time on land.”
“Yes,” Forrest says.
“It will have to be a cruise certified excursion and you’ll have to be my chaperone pack.” Maybe I say chaperone in a shitty tone, but it makes Forrest smile.
“Finish your breakfast and we’ll go pick something out,” he says, pushing the bowl of fruit in my direction.
I want to roll my eyes, but can’t because I like the way he takes care of me. I’m just waiting for the right moment to tell them who I am and why I felt I need to hide that information, and maybe I need to tell them about Elliot, too. If it’s making me feel guilty, then it’s probably something they need to know.