Darius Holt of Holt Enterprises returns to Falville!
The handsome heir to Daniel Holt's multimillion dollar company comes back from studies abroad!
Has Europe changed the relationship between father and son? Will Holt's success come to a halt?
Forget everything else: Does Darius Holt have a girlfriend now? (New images inside!)
Scrolling through his news page on his phone, Darius Holt snorted at the third article title and laughed out loud at the fourth. When his friend Noah Callahan raised an eyebrow, he held out the phone. "They're speculating on my dating availability once again, and I haven't even been back for a week."
Noah groaned when he saw the articles. "Oh, my god. Did everyone get together and plan out how to not give you a break?"
Darius hit the power button and dropped his phone into his lap. "What with my dad planning to sign over his shares to me, my younger brother coming to me for dating advice, and now this, it seems like it."
Noah sat back, resting his right ankle on his left knee. "Sario's dating?"
"He's trying."
Noah snorted a laugh. "Yeah, I can't really see an omega getting with that kid. He might be an alpha, but he's so scrawny any omega could probably top him."
Darius chuckled. "Now, now, Noah. We shouldn't be so mean to poor Sario. It's not his fault he was raised by an omega."
"And you weren't?"
"I raised myself," Darius retorted. "With a little bit of help from my beta father and you."
Noah put his foot down and leaned forward. "You haven't told anyone that you're not a beta, have you?"
Darius shook his head. "I can't, especially not now. My dad's so relieved that his company will be in the hands of a normal person like him. I can't shatter his dreams when he's about to retire."
Noah nodded and sat back, putting his arms behind his head. "So when are you going to tell people?"
"I don't know." Darius ran his hand over his face. "Europe was eye-opening for me in a lot of ways, but I'm not sure how to tell my dad everything that happened over there."
"Like how you found out in Germany that you're the gayest motherfucker alive?"
Darius glared at his friend. "Not helping, Noah."
Noah just grinned. "No, it's great! I hear there's a rise in the male omega population, so you've got options, my guy!"
"Not helping," Darius gritted out through his teeth.
"What?" Noah asked with fake innocence. "You don't want to talk about how one week with that omega in Germany revolutionized your whole sex life?"
"No," Darius bit out. "My sex life is private. I'd rather not talk about it."
"You certainly didn't think that way when you called me in the middle of the night a couple months ago."
Darius scowled and slouched in his chair. "Is this just the night of ignore what Darius wants at all costs?"
Noah winked at him. "Anytime, milord."
Darius rolled his eyes. "You really take such unfathomable joy in torturing me, don't you?"
"Only when you're near your rut and extremely irritable."
Darius got up and punched Noah's shoulder as he passed. As he poured himself a cup of water, he asked over his shoulder, "Who asked you to keep track of my life, psycho?"
Noah stayed lounging in his chair. "Absolutely no one. I do it out of my own goodwill. While we're on the topic, though, it's in a few days, right?"
After gulping down the water, Darius swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "It's feeling like it'll be in a couple days because of all the stress."
"Then I'll take you out Tuesday night."
"So I can be drunk as fuck and make horrible decisions that will end with me in a paternity court?" Darius sank back into his chair. "No thanks."
Noah grinned as he shook his head. "I wouldn't do that to you. I'll take you out to this great club. You can get drunk if you want, but you might just want a low buzz cause they give you a room and an omega that's an excellent match for your pheromones. You get both for as long as you need them and there's no need to worry about pregnancy since all their omegas take super strong contraceptives. I've been there a few times in between girlfriends, and I've never gotten the I'm pregnant call. I'm taking you there. It'll be good for you. At the very least, it will beat rubbing your palms raw."
Darius tilted his head back and sighed. "Fine. Tuesday night."
"I guess we'll find out if American omegas live up to your European standards."
Darius opened one eye, and Noah shut up.