Crash!
The sound of shattering glasses were heard across the bar.
I have been trying for as long as I can remember to carry the weight of a sick omega dad and my little beta brother who deserved better than what we're living in right now but it was still a home to us. I'm an Omega, but with my physique I could pass for a beta and I liked it because I was able to get a job at a club where they rarely hired omegas and the pay was higher so I was indeed grateful for it.
I work at a night club where you could find all types of Alphas, S- tier and B-tier inclusive who were mostly rich spoilt brat who were constantly harassing the few noticeable omega who were lucky to be hired. No Alpha glanced my way and it's fine because I was only here for the fact that it pays the bills, not to be glanced at or at least I wished for that not until I tripped and dumped a tray of whiskey on the worst possible alpha at the worst possible time.
I was just passing through the VIP section while balancing a tray of overpriced drinks when my left foot hit on a chair foot leg. The glasses tipped over and the liquid splashed across a finely dressed man in a gray tailored suit. Everywhere went silent immediately.
All eyes in the club turned to me and I felt a pang of pity from the crowd. " Oh my God, I'm so so sorry." I stammered , quickly grabbing a napkin from the apron tied to my waist and dabbing hurriedly at the man's shirt. You could feel the anxious from the way my hands shook nervously. Losing this job wasn't an option. Not with my dad's hospital bills piling up and Wesley's tuition fee due. The looked up and I nearly dropped the tray to the ground .
"Tristan? "Who wouldn't know him, he's the president of a very successful company. An S- tier alpha with a reputation for his arrogance, especially during his susceptible period. And judging by the sharp charred wood and spiced clove oozing out of him.
" Great! Just great" a guy nearby muttered. Another idiot trying to get Tristan's attention.
" I remembered the last guy who pulled this pathetic stunt got beaten recklessly." Someone whispered close to my ears. I braced myself, expecting a punch " please not my face," I blurted out raising an arm to shield myself. I really needed this job. The Crowd cheered loudly, but Tristan kept his gaze fixated on me, he didn't move. His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense enough to make my knees go weak.
He leaned forward and whispered with his cold and rough voice " beta? I can't smell anything you don't have any scent." I nodded with my heart pounding. I was born this way during the differentiation I was identified as an Omega but I had no sweet floral scent like the others, my parents even doubted the doctor that he was mistaken, not until I went into heat before they believed and even at that there was still no pheromones from me and it was easier for me to pose as a beta.
It was actually a good thing because Tristan was known for despising omegas and no one actually knew why considering the fact he had a parent as an Omega. " You need money? He asked tilting his head. His damp shirt clung to his chest and I tried not to stare.
" Yeah, I admitted" I whispered almost inaudible who wouldn't need money that was the sole reason I was working for my omega dad and little brother taking care of them wasn't free nor cheap. I would do anything to keep them afloat. Tristan's lips curved into a sneer." Then, how about a deal? Come with me" .
The entire room buzzed with murmurs. I swallowed hard," like, what kind of deal? " He stood hovering over me, and leaned in close, his breath was warm against my ear.
" The kind where you help me through my susceptible period and I would make sure you don't have to worry about money ever again.
My stomach flipped and I knew what he meant. Alphas in their susceptible period were desperate for release and betas were safe with no risk of bonding or babies. Except I wasn't a beta but the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the room made it hard for me to think straight. " I'm not that kind of guy" I said, clutching the tray like my life depended on it. Tristan chuckled low and teased.
" Relax, I'm not asking for your heart, just your time. Name your price " i hesitated.
The hospital had called this morning, warning they'd stop my dad's treatment if i didn't pay up soon.
" Fifty thousand" i said with my voice shaking. It was a ridiculous number but I had nothing to lose.
" Done!" He said without blinking.
"Let's go "
The hotel room was nice, and luxurious. I stood in the bathroom, gripping a towel around my waist, my nerves were buzzed like bees. Tristan lounged on the bed, with his shirt already off, looking like he'd just stepped out of a magazine. I felt small and exposed. My ridiculous physique were no match for his.
" First time" he asked as he raised his eyebrows.
I nodded, my cheeks were burning. " Can you go easy?" My request gained a laughter from him. A deep rumbling sound.
" Don't play innocent, Jordan. You work in a place that could pass as a brothel, you know the game. Just keep it clean and we're good.
" I am clean," I said stung from his words. " I don't mean, I have never..."
" Save it!" He said cutting me off, standing and closing the distance between us. I don't care about your sob story. Let's just get this done and over with."