Booking Roy Cesar
Autorzy
S. Glasssvial
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Krissy: A young omega overwhelmed by her heats and the dangers they attract.
Roy: A professional alpha escort that might just be able to help...
Despite her reservations about hiring a "prostitute," Krissy's desperation leads her to seek Roy's discreet services. But once he steps into her life, she discovers that he's not just any alpha. Their connection reignites a shared past full of unspoken truths. As they navigate the complexities of desire and destiny, they uncover a betrayal that could burn everything they've built to the ground.
Chapter 1
KRISSY
âHeâs a professional, Kris, call him,â my friend Amy said, handing me a business card. She plopped herself down on the far end of my couch, her small frame barely jostling the cushions. âYouâre losing control during your heats, and you canât have a repeat of last month.â
Fuzzy images flashed into my mind: my wandering the streets in the middle of the night, a devilishly horny alpha dragging me by my hair into an alley, and Amy and her boyfriend saving me before heâd done something worse.
The stories of âsomething worseâ ran rampant in the omega community, and I didnât want to end up being the main character of one.
But this?
âI donât know, Amy.â I flipped the card in my hand. Roy C. Alpha escort. âA prostitute? Is that how desperate Iâve become?â Even as I said it, I knew it was true. I had become that desperate.
For the past few months, my biological clock had intensified its demands to the point that masturbation had ceased to fulfill them. My animalistic urge to mate had begun hijacking my body during ovulation, causing me to seek satisfaction.
Satisfaction that could only come from an alphaâspecifically, an alphaâs knot.
âGirl, please,â my other friend Gemma said from the end of the couch near me, taking a sip of wine. âYou donât need to hire a whore. Just go to any bar a few days before your heat, and the alphas will be tripping over themselves to be with you. Especially if theyâre rutting.â
âOh, shut up, Gemma,â Amy snapped. âYouâve no idea what youâre talking about. Theyâd rip her apart.â When Gemma made a face, Amy added, âLiterally, even. So how about you keep your beta jealousies to yourself and let us omegas talk about omega business.â
âBeta jealousies?â Gemma scoffed. âYou think Iâm jealous of you?â
Amy turned toward Gemma. âI think youâve been jealous ever since Krissy found out she was an omega, since she transferred high schools, and since she got a new best friend.â Amy set down her glass and sat up straight.
Mirroring Amyâs posture, Gemma said, âI am Krissyâs best friend. Iâve known her since she was five years old. Just because Iâm a beta doesnât mean I donât know what sheâs gone through.â
âAll right, stop it,â I said. âYouâre both my best friends, and I need both of your advice.â I reached out and put a hand on Gemmaâs knee, tugging on it to get her to face me.
Gemma had known me before and after my transition, a term I used because thatâs how itâd felt: my life before and after Iâd found out I was an omega. Amy had met me after.
âBut Amyâs right, Gemma,â I continued. âYouâll never know what itâs like to go through a heat. To have an alphaâor a group of alphasâlook at you like a piece of meat. To have your own scent become a weapon against you once a month.â
Gemma grabbed my hand and squeezed it, giving me a sad smile. âThen tell me.â She glanced at Amy too. âWhatâs it like to be an omega?â
Amy blew out a puff of air and sat back on the couch. âTerrifying,â she said, staring at the coffee table, through it. âSince we make up such a small percentage of the population, people treat us like freaksâeither to be feared or worshipped, neither of which end up well for us.
âAnd not only are we looked down on for our naturally smaller stature, weâre also taken advantage of because of our temperament.â Amy took a large gulp of wine.
When Gemma made a face like sheâd been caught out for doing just that, I added, âMost alphas and betas think that because of our calm and gentle nature, weâll submit to them. They donât ask; they demand. And they donât say please or thank you when theyâre done.â
âAnd when weâre in heat?â Amy waved her hand in the air. âYou can forget all niceties. Our scent makes alphas go feral. They think just because our biology wants to mate that we do too. And that weâd take any alpha we can getâthen thank them for it! Can you believe that?â
I squeezed Gemmaâs hand and smiled before saying, âAnd, not that you do this, Gemma, but betas typically hate us because, when given the choice, alphas want nothing to do with them. Alphas canât help but react to our heats, and betas cannot compete with that.â
âSo basically,â Amy said, pouring more wine into all our glasses, âeveryone treats us like shit. Except other omegas.â She locked eyes with me and raised her glass in a cheers.
The heaviness of the conversation settled around us, causing us to sip our wine in silence. Gemma had known all of that, of courseâshe lived in this society tooâbut I hoped her asking would create a bridge between her and Amy. I needed them to be friends.
âYouâre right. That sounds terrifying,â Gemma said, looking at Amy then me. âAnd I get your concern. Your heatâs coming, and you need an alpha to help you through it.â She sighed. âBut a whore? Is that necessary? I thought you wanted to find love, a real connection.â
That was the reason Iâd told everyone why I hadnât had a partner for the past two years, but it wasnât exactly the truth. My issues ran deep within me; they were about me, no one else.
âHow about we stop with the sex-shaming titles, shall we?â Amy said, setting down her empty glass. âHeâs an escort, and he provides a much-needed service.â
Staring at the card still in my hand, I let my mind work through my options.
I didnât have the time or desire to find âa real connectionâ before my heat next week, and bringing a random stranger home was too risky.
Doing nothing, however, could result in my heat taking over my body again, so Iâd have to chain myself to a radiator or something. But who knows how Iâd react in such a desperate state. I didnât trust myself not to risk bodily harm to fulfill my primal need to mate.
Maybe this Roy C. was the best choice. Heâd be discreet and professional, and then heâd go home the next morning. He also might be kind, even if for an alpha.
Thatâd be a nice change, I thought, fighting back the memories of snarling teeth, strong grips, and animalistic grunting that immediately leaped into my mind.
Decision made, I looked between my friends and nodded. Amy smiled and leaned back on the couch. Gemma frowned and slouched her posture, shaking her head as she downed her wine.
âGemma, can you please give me your support instead of your judgment?â I asked. âMy heatâs next Saturday, Iâm scared of doing nothing, and I need an alpha I can trust.â
âHeâs a predator, Krissy,â Gemma said, leaning toward me. âHe could get any alpha or omega he wants, but heâs choosing to prey on omegas in their weakened states and then making them pay for it. Why doesnât that feel icky to you?â
I shrugged. âBecause it canât. The fact is I need him, so I need it not to feel icky.â I finished my wine. âBesides, itâs not like Iâm going to date him and fall in love.â I refilled our glasses. âI just need to be safe for this next heat, then Iâll have time to find a long-term solution.â
Sighing, Gemma nodded. âOkay, Krissy. I trust you, and I support you. But before you call himââshe glanced between Amy and me, a playful smile growing on her lipsââletâs see if thereâre any photos of him online.â She wiggled her brows.
We all laughed, the tension in the room clearing as we pulled out our phones and scoured the internet. Although we didnât find any photos, there were plenty of glowing reviews.
With the help of liquid confidence and my best friendsâ support, I called the number on the card and made my appointment for Saturday through Royâs assistant.
Heart racing after the call, I raised my glass to toast with my friends, but my throat wouldnât let the wine pass easily. One thought kept it tight.
Oh, God. What have I done?
