#Chapter 5: No Imagination Necessary

— Third Person POV —

Kade made one more hard thrust deep inside the girl he had grabbed on his way home and groaned with satisfaction. She made a small noise as he rolled off of her.

After such an interesting day he needed a release and it was easy to find a willing partner. The day’s events passed through his mind and he smiled thinking about how he was going to tease Lana some more next time he saw her, which of course would piss off Caleb.

He sat up and the red head with perky tits that had sensitive pink nipples, wrapped an arm around his waist. She tried to snuggle up to him, but Kade just pulled her off him and stood, causing her to make a sound of discontend.

“Tyler will get you a car, uhm, whoever you are so get dressed and he’ll see you out,” he said coldly. She had served her purpose. It was time for her to go.

“But I gave you my virginity, I thought…”

Kade cut off her pouting, “Really? You know you all say you’re virgins but I think you don’t know what that word really means. You want me to testify your virginity?"

The girl, who had been blushing just moments before, shrank back instantly—Kade had seen right through her.

"It doesn’t matter, you came willingly and I never promised more than this. Besides, you know the rule. No one stays the night. Now get the fuck out.” He pulled out his phone, dismissing her with more than just harsh words.

His cruelty made her eyes water, but she held her tears back and kept her mouth shut as she put her clothes on. She didn’t look at him again as she followed Tyler out, who already had a car waiting for her. He was an excellent Beta to Kade and handled all his needs with care and precision.

He came back after she was gone and began stripping down the bed. “You know you could be a little nicer to at least one of these girls. Maybe think of settling down and finding a...”

Kade cut him off. “What the fuck Tyler? You have Maeve yapping in your ear or something?”

Tyler just shrugged as he stuffed the sheets into Kade’s hamper and opened his walk-in closet to get a fresh set.

“I don’t need a mate, Tyler. It’s not like I need to be any more powerful than I am now kick Caleb’s ass,” Kade said as he set his phone on the mantle of his gas fireplace and went for his liquor cabinet.

“Yeah but it’s not just about kicking Caleb’s ass. You know that, right,” Tyler said, shooting a deep blue glance at Kade.

“All it would be is a chain to hold me down,” Kade said while he poured a glass of bourbon.

“It’s not a chain, dude,” Tyler interjected pulling the fitted sheet tight.

Kade took a long pull of his drink and leaned against the mantle, looking down at the fire. “Besides, I enjoy how things are now. I have my time to do with as I wish, with whomever I wish,” Kade said and lifted his glass then took another drink.

“Sure,” Tyler retorted.

Kade sighed “Anyways, you know how I feel about the whole thing. So does my sister.” He finished his drink but mentioning Maeve again reminded him his new roommate was supposed to be there that day.

“Oh shit! I need to shower and dress, man. I gotta meet a new fucking roommate my sister is forcing upon me.”

Lana

My belongings were easy to move. One trip and I got it all. Kinda sad if you asked me. It all fit quite well in the middle of my new room, but I didn’t have the time to unpack.

All I pulled out was some fresh clothes and a towel because I knew I would need them when I got back. It was essential I finished everything that day. After the scene Olivia made I wanted to be sure I had no need to ever go back to that dorm.

It seemed necessary to scrub down my whole side. It might have been overboard, but I didn’t care. Once I was done I took pictures of everything as proof too. Just in case Olivia decided to do some fuckery and trash it all then blame it on me. After that, I headed to the student housing office.

“What do you mean you can’t process it any faster?” My frustration had been growing the longer I stood there smelling like floor cleaner.

The middle-aged woman behind the counter glared at me. “It’s an unusual request to try and move like this. What reason would a omega like you have to move?” she said.

Instead I politely said, “Do I need to provide that information to get a refund?”

She leaned back and started typing on her desk-top computer. “No, but it will take three weeks to get your refund processed. If you paid with a card, you will see the funds there automatically, otherwise you will get a letter at your new address on file informing you to come and pick it up here. Is there anything else?

“No, that’s it. Thank you,” I replied to her as nicely as I could.

She didn’t even bother to say, you’re welcome, she just screamed, “Next,” and motioned me away.

It wasn’t hard to guess why she acted the way did toward me, that was the story of my life. Feeling a hot mess and just wanting to be able to relax, I left the office, not worrying about her crap attitude, which was the least of my concerns. Hopefully Maeve would be cool waiting a little longer than I anticipated for the rent.

I'd texted Maeve earlier to let her know I'd finished moving in, but I hadn't heard back. This time, I just used the key she'd given me and let myself in.

No one seemed to be there and I let out the breath; I really didn’t want her to see me looking all sweaty and smelling like fake pine and chemicals, she might think that’s how I would end up every time I cleaned the place.

Walking past the kitchen, I remembered I was also supposed to cook and sighed to myself. It seemed my work was not done for the day. At least I had set out pajamas before I left, one less thing to do now. Stripping down, I tossed everything by the door and wrapped my towel around me.

My room was the furthest from the bathroom but closest the front of the home, which I liked.

Even though I really liked Maeve so far, given what happened with Olivia, I figured it was smarter to keep things simple between us—just roommates, nothing more. No need to get tangled up in each other’s personal lives.

Turning the bathroom door knob the door was pulled out of my hand and I let out a little yelp. Trying to compose myself I began apologizing to Maeve but as I looked up my words caught in my throat. It was not Maeve.

Just like at the hotel, Kade stood before me exiting the bathroom.

The heat rolling off him was the same. That crisp, mint-like scent was the same. So was the handsome, sharply carved face, the broad shoulders, the perfect lines of muscle.

The only difference was, this time, Kade wasn’t wearing a towel.

He was fully on display.