"Come on!" Riley growled, giving his shirt a hard jerk, making Grant stumble a bit, nearly falling over and taking his human attachment with him.
Grant groaned, but allowed himself to be pulled along, while everyone followed after, and I was left standing in his doorway, with a bowl of sugar I didn't need, and all the regret in the world.
Chapter Two
JULY
"You know when you do something and you know it's stupid, and you don't even really know the purpose of it, but you do it anyway because you're an idiot? Well, that is like my entire life. Like, why do I still try to date, when I know for a fact that I'm not the type of person who is just not going to tell them what I do for a living? Why try to flirt with the hot neighbor, when I know that nothing can even come from it?"
I sighed, letting my head fall back on my shoulders. I didn't necessarily want to tell everyone about the day I'd had, but that was the whole point of this live vlog. The Personal Life of a Camboy wasn't necessarily a big moneymaker, but the interaction was a lot nicer than when I was actually streaming a scene, and I needed to talk to people who knew what I did, and simply wanted to hear about how I managed that with my personal life, and to occasionally just talk about stuff and listen to me whine about how I was never going to be able to find someone.
"Even if I wasn't a camboy, and could therefore tell my significant other about my job, without worrying that they were going to break up with me, the man I have a giant, stupid, over-the-top crush on… might be the hardest man on the planet to actually have a conversation with."
"I don't mean that he is unpleasant or unkind. He's definitely not. The Lord knows, the man has supplied me with enough sugar to build a gingerbread house that would cause a cannibal to orgasm." Frowning, I shook my head. "You know what I mean. The kids in the woods with the witch. They eat her house and she tries to eat them? Someone knows what the hell I'm talking about." I waved my hand in the air toward my camera. "I mean that I, as in me, this guy right here, has the hardest time talking to the man. He's just so big and sexy… Did I tell you about––"
I cut off at the large bang coming from the hallway outside the door to my apartment, and I whipped my head around at the sound of Grant's deep voice, probably cussing the interior decorator of our building right into a coma.
"Hold on," I said slowly, rising from where I'd been kneeling on the floor in front of my coffee table, to get up and walk over the peephole on my door, peering through as more banging started up.
Was he out there fucking one of those gorgeous omegas in the hallway? Up against the wall, right outside my apartment? I didn't really have the right to be a little pissy about the idea, but there I was, glaring through the peephole all offended like.
I couldn't really see him through the thing, since he seemed to be almost completely against the wall next to my door, but I could see the dark jeans he'd been wearing earlier moving around and… Wait! Was he shirtless?
Like a crazy person, I fumbled with the handle on my door, jerking it open fast enough to scare myself a little. It definitely surprised Grant, who jerked to a standing position, where he'd been putting the shelf to rights that had been meticulously decorated by someone who seemed to dearly love tiny trinkets. The result was not pretty. Not only was the shelf definitely leaning slightly, but the tiny little wooden figurines that had been positioned perfectly symmetrical on the shelves, were now reminding me of that time I thought I wanted to help take care of kids, and work at a daycare center.
I no longer wanted to help take care of kids, and frankly, I didn't really want to be reminded of my past mistakes either.
Good thing there was a gorgeous, shirtless alpha standing around to take my mind off of the fact that he'd just sat one of the little frog figurines on its back, and it had gotten to rocking back and forth in a way that would have made my eye twitch, if it weren't for… Right, I already covered the part about him not wearing a shirt, but shit, it probably needed to be addressed again.
The man was a fucking work of art. Bronzed muscle and dark hair scattered along his torso, dipping below those jeans that were tight in the ass and thighs, but slightly gappy around the hips and cupping his package perfectly.
He also had his hair down, and someone had not only trimmed up his beard considerably, but it was actually groomed down on his cheeks, so I could make out the stunning lines of his face. I groaned, taking a deep breath.
Seriously, did he really need to be any more attractive?
"What the hell?" he growled, when one of the little figurines toppled off the shelf and landed on the top of his bare foot.
"Are you okay?" I asked as he bent to retrieve the thing, glaring at it before he put in a different spot. It still tried to roll off, since it was a little on the rounded side, and the shelf itself was a leaner now, but he managed to catch it with another knickknack with a flat bottom, blocking its destructive path.
Was I okay? Was I even breathing? His ass was amazing, and his pants had slid down slightly over the bubble of delicious muscle.
"No," he said, before snapping his head in the direction of his door, and lowering his voice. "They're trying to skin me."
I frowned, glancing toward his door just as someone yelled for him, wondering what the hell he was talking about, but the moment Grant started to panic, marching in place before looking like he was going to make a run for the stairs, I grabbed his wrist and jerked him through my door.
He came easily, which said a lot about his desperation to get away from those men, since I'd definitely been the one he'd been trying to retreat from earlier.
Maybe that says something about him. Why is the man always trying to run from people half his size?
"What's going on?" I asked after shutting the door behind me and throwing the lock… just in case.
"They're grooming me."
"Oh." I said stupidly, slowly blinking at him. "Like making you into what they want you to be so they can… have the perfect alpha when you're old enough to marry?"
That didn't really make any sense, but not much of this day had, so I was just going to go with the flow.
"What? No." He shook his head, reaching up to scratch at his beard. "Like grooming."
"Oh." I nodded slowly, chuckling. "You don't like grooming?"
"My face is exposed." He ran his hands over the much shorter beard and over the apples of his cheeks, pursing his lips.
"Among other things," I mumbled, letting my gaze fall to his bare chest.
He looked down, gasping slightly and covering what he could with his hands and looking extremely uncomfortable. "They stole my shirt! When I wouldn't take it off, Riley got irritated and cut it off of me."
I'd honestly thought about doing that a few times, so I really couldn’t say that I blamed the man.
I sighed, tilting my head and looking him over dreamily. "That good, are you?"
"Huh?"
What?
Snapping my head back up, I cleared my throat, giving him an innocent smile. "Why did they do that?"
"They were getting ready to wax me," he grumbled, still covering his chest.