Lights, Camera, Omega (Hollywood Omegas #1)

“CUT! That was fucking GREAT Sol! We got it!” Benton squawks from his megaphone.

Just as quickly, the spell is broken.

Benton pulls around in front of us on the all-terrain kart and continues laying out orders.

“Sol, bring Miss Dale back around to the barns. Amelia will get her ready for closeups on the horse. I need you and Pietro to go and do some shots higher up on the ridge to see if it’s feasible to do the top down shots we want. Daphne, you did really great sweetheart! You looked like a natural out there,” Benton rattles on, barely taking a breath.

“Please, it wasn’t me. It was all Sol,” she deflects, blushing a pretty shade of pink.

“Don’t give him all the credit, it’ll go straight to his head,” Benton laughs.

“You’re too kind Daphne,” I demure, drawing in Jasper’s reins and turning him back toward the barns.

Benton looks between Daphne and myself before he gives me a knowing, mischievous look. I turn my eyes away, still guiltily remembering our pack audition/date coming up this weekend.

Wouldn’t that just be my luck, missing out on the omega match of a lifetime?—

Another guilty thought stops me from completing the first.

Cosmo.

In this entire morning of sunshine blonde fantasy I haven’t stopped to think of what Mr. little-black-raincloud would think of this all.

Looks like I’m in for a hell of a conversation with the boys tonight, and the divine Miss Dale—still seated happily in the saddle in front of me, hasn’t even the slightest idea of what trouble she may yet cause.

Ihad hoped that Vinny would have given me a day to rest after I arrived home on a red-eye from Vancouver, but that eel insisted on meeting for drinks in the early evening.

At least he hadn’t forced a lunch meeting. Having gotten in on the red-eye meant I could at least have a few hours of shut-eye and a shower before I had to be out in public with Vinny.

Sometime around three in the afternoon, two full hours before I was expected to meet with my agent, I was still blissfully curled up in my bed with Rupert, getting some much needed shuteye when my apartment’s buzzer shocked me awake.

I sat upright, dazed and disoriented by my off-tempo sleep schedule. I looked at the clock and realized that I had been deep asleep during my nap–and that I may have simply dreamed the noise that startled me awake. I was about to turn over and get some more sleep, when the buzzer sounded again.

Reluctantly, I shuffled my way to my front door, eyes puffy with sleep.

I checked the peephole and saw the drab uniform of the delivery man through the warped glass—a large box balanced in his hands.

Still not quite understanding, I open the door, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the heel of my palm.

“Sign please.” The delivery man offers me a small digital sign pad and stylus with no preamble.

Dumbly, I sign my name and pass the small electronic pad back to him.

In exchange, he passed me the large, shallow box.

“Thank you, have a nice day,” he drones, already turning to leave.

I struggle to maneuver myself and the large box back through my apartment door.

I manage to get the huge thing onto my couch and pull off the top of the box. Once I’m looking at its contents, the whole thing seems suddenly obvious.

It’s a heavy cream colored satin wiggle dress with a pair of matching pointed toe D’orsay pumps.

I wrinkle my nose. This isn’t the kind of thing I’d choose for myself, but it appears that it’s what Vinny would choose for me.

My suspicions are confirmed by a small note folded inside the box which reads:

Vinny