Page 20 of Talk About… Dramay
Anyone who would look into Oriana’s eyes and tell her that she’s not worthy is either a psychopath or delusional. There wasn’t a single bit of honesty to what he told her.
He was lying to himself and her.
Cameron was also a coward.
Fuck it. She never checked their comments anymore, so I had no qualms about sending a shitty comment and stirring the pot.
I hoped someone did dig a little deeper and expose him for what he is.
Checkmate:Yeah Cameron, tell us about your biggest regret… a little bird you let get away, maybe?
With a quiet growl I threw my phone aside and slung an arm over my head. A headache was forming and I was quickly regretting that comment.
A notification had me reaching for my phone. One quickly turned to two, then ten, then twenty. My eyes widened as I clicked, seeing comments filling up my replies.
Holy shit.
Regret hit me strong and fast. Even if I deleted it now I knew the damage was done. I’d have to tell her what I did and I hoped like hell that I kept it vague enough to keep the masses at bay.
The replies kept coming faster than I could read them. They were now begging me for the tea and fuck I wanted to give it to them, expose these assholes for the trash they were.
Yet I couldn’t.
She would inevitably get dragged into it as well. If she wasn’t painted as the bitter ex, she’d get blamed for causing the rift. He was an asshole and a fool for pushing her away and one day, he’d be drowning his regrets in the bottom of a bottle… if he wasn’t already.
They ran a bar after all.
I fell asleep to thoughts about his empty existence, my only solace in a terrible day.
Feather-light touches wakeme from a dead sleep and I startled. Ori’s soft laughter pulled me out of the panic and I blinked open my eyes.
“You stayed with me,” she said, her eyes nearly welling up at the small gesture. Reaching up for her hand I yanked her so she fell off the couch and landed on top of me.
Her scent enveloped me and I tucked my nose into her neck, breathing her in. It was quickly becoming an addiction.
“I’ll always stay with you, Stormy,” I told her, though I don’t know if she could even hear with my voice muffled against her skin. I could drown in the fresh rain, tart citrus, and seasalt of her scent. It intensified, the underlying omega sweetness blooming with each stroke of my fingers down her back.
It was moments like these that I wished I could purr like an alpha, help her feel how much I want her down to my bones.
She let out a sigh that had my thoughts turning from heated to concerned.
“Talk to me,” I said as I stroked her long, red hair. She was putty in my hands anytime I ran my hands through it. “Where’s your head at?”
“Angry,” she admitted with a strange, hollow laugh. “I thought I’d feel sad or spend days in bed crying. Yet, right now, I’m so fucking mad that I can’t swallow it down.”
“At him?”
She nodded against me. I needed to keep her talking, but relaxed. Good thing I made it my job to know my omega better than I knew myself.
“Come on,” I urged when she still hadn’t found her voice to answer. She didn’t protest as I shifted us both to our feet and led her to the master bathroom. Her eyes tracked every movement as I mixed together the bath oils and sprinkled in the fresh bath salts that had little bits of wildflowers mixed in. They complemented her scent and they also soothed her.
I held out my hand and she glanced at it, cheeks darkening a ruddy pink at being so helpless. It was something she hated, but when she let me take care of her, it meant everything to me.
As she gazed up at me, ocean eyes swimming with tears and shadows, she was the most gorgeous omega I’d ever seen.
Her lip trembled slightly, the puffy pink of them one of my favorite things about her. She was a natural beauty. Her features soft and delicate—bright, radiant eyes and skin that seemed to glow in the sun, the dusting of freckles on her nose—were gorgeous.
All of it was only made better by the huge heart she had.