“There he is,” Kassie says as she walks toward me, trying to swing her non-existent hips with each stomp of her stiletto pump. “Just the man I was looking for.”
I barely refrain from rolling my eyes as I deadpan, “I’m literally the only other man in here. And I’m always here. Because this is my shop.”
She comes right up to the counter, pushing her fake triple Ds up just to set them down right in front of me. “You’re the only reason we come here, V.”
“Yeah,” her sidekick and twin brother, Kyle, says, nodding his agreement as he strolls down one of the aisles of record albums. “Between the musty smell and weird music, there’s no reason for us to be here aside from your hot ass.”
Gag me with a spoon.
I hate it when these two come in.
They found me when I was working at the coffee shop across the street, saving every penny so I could buy this building, and they have not left me alone for the last two goddamn years.Somehow they got it into their heads that I’m their omega and it’s only a matter of time before I feel our bond.
I will literally run face first into a wood chipper before I ever even consider having a respectful conversation with either one of these two let alonebondwith one of them.
I also really hate that they call meV.
There’s nothing wrong with it as a nickname, I’m sure plenty of people go by it but considering my name is Octavian andVisn’t on the list of nicknames that make sense for it, I’d like to floss my brain with piano wire every time they use it.
And hot? Really? Not that it’s surprising they can’t come up with something more flattering or original. I guess I’d like to think if someone wanted towine and dineme as much as they do, they’d put in more effort.
That’s not their style, though.
No, they’d rather jump me in an alley to get what they wanted.
“When are you going to finally let us have you?” Kassie asks as her chin disappears into her cleavage. “I am dying to lock your big fat omega dick while my brother knots your rock hard bubble butt.”
There is a lot to unpack there.“Let me give you a number.” I reach under the register and pull out a pad of paper and a pen as her eyes light up, scribbling away before I tear it free and slide it toward her. “You should definitely give that a call.”
Kassie licks her lips as she looks it over, glancing back at her brother before leaning toward me. “I’ll call after I go to the gym, that way you can think about me naked and sweaty while we talk.”
I lean away from her and arch a brow as I push my glasses up my nose. “You do that.”
“After you two are done banging on the phone, I’ll sext you until you want us so bad you’ll flag down the first cab and comeright to our apartment.” Kyle winks at me as he places his hand on Kassie’s back and they start for the door. “The D pics always have that effect.”
I nod as I watch them leave my shop, quickly rounding the counter to lock the front door while I flip my sign from open to closed and make sure they’re really leaving.
The two blond alphas, who have had so many cosmetic surgeries they might be more like living mannequins or some shit, are mostly harmless these days. Probably like an eighty-five, fifteen split. All talk,a lotof talk, and very little thought behind it aside from the train that runs on a loop around their libidos. It’s been that way for a while now, and I appreciate the hard left their behavior took over the years. But there is something unsettling about them and I’ve never quite been able to shake how things were in the beginning.
My social anxiety and antisocial tendencies make it harder for me to figure people out, but I’ve seen what these two are capable of and I’ve settled on keeping my guard up as high as possible when they’re around, just as a precaution. It’s also why I’m waiting for those steel door curtains to come in for the entire main floor of my building, and I had the fire escapes removed from the outside and now the only way to access my loft is from the inside.
I’m confident that if my store was on fire, I’d be able to hang onto Floyd and drop out of a window with minimal damage to either of us. He would be okay, anyway, and that’s all I’m worried about.
That and making sure the alphas who could pass for those creepy twins inThe Shiningweren’t down there waiting for me if that happens. Those two are unnerving at best, trauma-inducing at worst, and I doubt I’ve even hit the tip of the iceberg when it comes to how fucked up they really are. Which is saying something for sure.
And that’s exactly why I gave them the phone number for the psychiatrist's office I went to when I first moved out here. A double whammy, if you will.
They’ll probably get a visit from the cops for whatever lewd phone calls they make, and that dillhole can listen to them discussing their various bodily functions for telling me the only way to work through my bullshit was to forgive my mother.
The three of them deserve each other, and maybe one of them will take the fucking hint.
CHAPTER 11
Bentley
The ball isin my court.
I have a reason to go back to the record store to both collect my guitar and see Tav, but I’m dragging my feet for some reason. Instead, I’m working on websites, loading new content, and yes… that includes the quality of bull semen for a stud rancher.