An Omega, me?

Chapter 53: Lost towel

Hey everyone! *rises from my grave* Long time no see, hehe. 

Sorry it took me so so so so so long to update a new chapter. I was just busy with college and had a dip in my eagerness to write. But I will continue this story until it ends. I was originally planning to end this book at chapter 55, but I think it will be longer as I have much more fun ideas I'd like to write before this book ends. 

So. Enjoy this VERY smutty chapter as an apology form me, and just because it's great.

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Mitch POV

When Scott took my towel I was frozen in place, shocked because I couldn't believe that he did that. Then I took off after him. I followed his scent easily. He did nothing to hide it and because of my anger I could smell him extra good. I cursed under my breath the whole time I followed his scent. 

That piece of shit. I'll get him back for that! How could he?! With his stupid cocky grin of his! I want to rip it off his face!

Damn he is fast, fuck. How am I supposed to get him if he is way faster then me? Then the direction changed into the hallway to the kitchen. Bingo! He is trapped there! Ha! Big mistake mister. 

When I get close by I couldn't hold myself back anymore. ""SCOTT!! I KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN THERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT, I CAN SMELL YOU, YOU KNOW, SO YOU CAN NEVER HIDE FROM ME!'' I scream. 

When I run through the opening of the kitchen I come to an halt. I take a deep whiff of the air. He is behind the kitchen island.

"Stand up from behind the kitchen island Scott, I know that you are there." I growl lowly. I'm extremely pissed off, from stealing my towel and that he made me run this whole way here. I hate exercise!

I see him slowly get up, a shit eating grin on his face.

"What?!" I snap.

"Oh nothing. Only that you are standing completely naked in the kitchen, clearly visible to all who wants to see, in and outside of the house." He said nonchalanty. 

My breath hitches as realisation hits me of his words. Fuck he is right that sneaky bastard.

My face turns beet red. I quickly check if no one is watching us. 

No one, phew.

"Well, it surprises me that this ik ok with you, I thought that you wouldn't let anyone but yourself see me naked. I see now that that is not the case. Fine I'll go sunbathing naked next time." I smirk. putting my hands in my side, half turning around to walk away.

His smirk quickly vanishes. Ha! Gotcha.

"Wait! Fuck" I hear him yell as I attempt to walk away.

"Yes?" I ask him, slowly turning back. "This is what you wanted right?"

He walks over quickly and puts the towel around me again. "I didn't thought of that." He mumbles with a guilty look on his face.

"Well you should of thought about it sooner, before you ran away with my towel." I huff. Crossing my arms.

"You are right sweetie. I'm sorry." He pecks my cheek before lifting me up gently so that I lay in his arms bridal style.

I'm trying  to stay mad, but I can't. I love it when he carries me like this and he knows it. Shit.

"fine. But never do that again, I hate running." I say while I pout.

"I promise." He said as he carried me back to our room.