Sure,Momwas reading it.
He just kept going before I could say anything. “So that leaves us with personal issues keeping you apart. You’re nuts but don’t come with that much baggage, so it’s not you. That leaves Mr. Perfect.”
Since Tanner was perfect, I couldn’t argue with the name, but Simon made it sound over the top. “Leave him alone.”
Weak, very weak, but in my defense I was distracted.
“So Mr. Perfect has crazy baggage or has some kind of secret keeping you apart. Mom had a story last week about this omega with a tragic past that overcomes everything, even raising a kid who wasn’t his. But I’m not seeing Mr. Perfect as the type to hide a kid. Maybe an old lover who’s psycho and hates it when he falls in love again.”
“This is scary, you know that, right? This insanity is coming way too easily for you.” I was starting to worry about his imagination.
Maybe I’d buy him a TV for his birthday.
And call Mom and tell her to stop filling his head with crazy shit.
Simon shrugged. “I’m just warming up.”
“I don’t really need to see inside your head like this. It’s actually kind of disturbing.”
In so many ways.
Simon waved it off like I was the crazy one. “No matter what the problem is, what it boils down to is how you accept it. If he likes you but won’t admit it, then you’re going to have to figure out if you can handle his baggage. If yes, then show him you can make it work. If not, then be his friend and let him know you won’t be a dick about it.”
It was the most insightful conversation I’d had with him in years.
What the hell was he doing in his spare time?
Since I didn’t really want to know, I stuck to the point at hand. “Life isn’t that easy.”
“Yes, it is.” His normal feisty assholeness was gone. “It just depends on whether he’s worth it and if you can handle it. He seems like a sweet omega under all the money and power, so I sincerely doubt he’s got bodies buried in the basement or a dozen kids he’s hidden from the world.”
I snorted. “He wouldn’t need help hiding bodies. He’s very resourceful. And as far as the kid thing goes, that’s just ridiculous.”
I’d overheard him talking to Mr. Johnson last week, and he’d made it very clear he wasn’t ready for children. It wasn’t a typical view for an omega, but he had a lot on his plate, so I could understand. And honestly, kids weren’t a deal breaker for me one way or the other.
Not that I was going to admit that to my mother.
Simon shrugged, like the whole thing was just that easy. “Then accept his crazy or don’t. That’s really what relationships boil down to. Can you deal with their crazy or is it not a good match to yours?”
I had no idea.
“I don’t know.” It gave too much away, but my emotions felt too big for my skin to contain.
“Then figure your shit out before you hurt him.” Then Relationship-savvy Simon was gone in a flash. “Now go wiggle somewhere else, I’m missing my movie.”
“Asshole.”
The frantic energy I’d felt earlier was fading, but I headed upstairs anyway. As I went into my room, I grabbed my laptop off the nightstand and flopped down on the bed. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I found myself going back to the blog I’d first read last week.
The feisty, frustrated omega still hadn’t posted again, but as I kept poking through his site, I started to read his previous rants—and that’s what they were. Some were personal and some just about generic issues in society. It was the personal ones that made me curious.
I’d never met an omega like him. Part of me worried for a few seconds if it could be from Tanner, but the casual language and the odd text lingo thrown into some of the posts made it clear it couldn't be. Which was a huge relief. The idea that he could be that angry would have killed me.
“Is this really what he wants?” The quiet room didn’t give me any answers. Not that I was expecting any. I wasn’t living in a magical romance novel, no matter what Simon was thinking.
I’d been raised to believe that wanting an omega to submit was just…just wrong. Relationships were fifty-fifty and anything else was just trying to relive the dark days when omegas had been abused. No one wanted that. I couldn’t imagine anyone stupid enough to think that an omega wasn’t more than capable of running their own life.
Hell, Tanner ran a company worth more money than a lot of small countries.