Page 47 of Adoring Fletcher
“Yeah, but you are the reaso?—”
“Yeah, but he can’t find that out, or else you’ll be ruined,” Fletcher said. My little voice of reason.
I moaned and buried my face in his stomach once more. “I know,” I mumbled. “Fuck, I know… God, I don’t want to date the kind of women he chooses, though. They’re never my type.”
“Adam. Baby. I didn’t say marry them.” Fletcher stroked a hand across the back of my neck, gently massaging it. “I said go on a date. Get your father off your back. Appease him. Just go and see what happens. Besides, you said you never brought any of the women he set you up with in the past home anyway, so what makes now any different?”
I growled, but said nothing, because what was there to say? Father expected heirs. Perfect little heirs to the Sinclair name. Heirs that were one-hundred percent blue-blooded wolf…not red-headed lynx.
With a sigh, I leaned up and kissed Fletcher. “Okay. I’ll call him. Set up a date. Suffer through it.” Even if I hated the idea. Even if the thought of it made me want to vomit. “I’m gonna go make coffee.”
I got up and quickly got dressed, grabbed my phone off the floor, where it now lay silent, and went downstairs. I started the coffee pot and called Father, bracing myself for another lecture.
“Finally decided to call me back?” He was annoyed.
“I was asleep—or I was trying to be.” I grumbled. “What do you need? It’s…” I glanced over at the clock on the stove, but my stomach sank when I realized what time it was. 11:32 AM.
“Exactly,” Father said, matter-of-fact. “You used to be such an early riser, Adam. Up with the birds. Since when do you sleep in so late. Getting lazy, that’s the problem. This is why you need awoman in your life, to cook you breakfast every morning. To give you a reason to get out of bed.”
But I like cooking,I wanted to argue, but I didn’t say a word. Father was blunt and to the point in his argument, and I didn’t really have the energy for it today.
“Just accept your fate, Adam. Sinclair Alphas are meant to marry young and wealthy, and I’ve got the perfect Omega for you tonight.”
“Tonight?” I blurted.So soon?I mentally cursed myself, shaking the surprise best I could. “What’s her name?”
“Jennifer,” Father said smugly. “She’s a knockout—blonde and busty, comes from old money. I’ll admit, she’s a bit…uppity, but you’ll have that in a woman. She’s beautiful though, son. I’ve already made you reservations at Casa Nova. She’ll be waiting for you in Section A at six PM sharp.” He growled. “Donotbe late.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?”
“Fine, I’ll go on a date. What can it hurt?” I said, keeping my voice as neutral as I could manage, when my insides felt like they were tying themselves in knots. “Maybe we’ll hit it off.”
Fletcher was right. If I didn’t throw Father off our trail, he would start accusing me of sniffing up the wrong tree, so to speak.
So that night, I dressed nice, in a pair of black slacks, a gold silk button-up and a pin-striped blazer. Fletcher stared at me from his spot on the bed as I dabbed on a bit of cologne I kept for special occasions. Completely ogling me. I had to admit, I liked it.
“Damn.” He whistled, low.
“You like?” I waggled my brows.
“I do.” But his smile fell, and I frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said, too quickly.
“Fletch…”
He shrugged, but wouldn’t meet my gaze. “You look every bit the royal Alpha you are, that’s all,” he murmured.
I went over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. Placing my hand on his leg, I squeezed it until he finally looked up at me. When he did, his eyes looked glossy, like he might cry.
“Fletcher, you know I’m going out tonight to protect you, right? To protect us?” I said.
“I know. I’m being silly,” he replied, smiling, but I could tell it was forced. “Don’t worry about me. Go out on your date and at least try to have fun.”
“No promises,” I replied.
