Omega in the Sand - Aria Grace Page 0,1

to do the same for me here in a minute."

I’ve got a smile on my face as I walk away. I'm feeling really good about my decision to take this trip now. I was a little on the fence about the whole thing to begin with, but since meeting Anders, all that has changed. Who wouldn't want to spend two weeks on a private island, making new friends and getting paid? I'm sold.

As I make my way through the yacht, I'm a little surprised by how many of the omegas seem to know one another. They're clustered in groups, but they seem to be chatting freely. Maybe I need to open up a little more and expand my social circle. Right now, the only omega I talk to on a regular basis is my roommate, and he's not that friendly. All I know about him is that he's an accountant, or a bookkeeper or something. Either way, he doesn't like chit chat and gets a little judgey about omegas who get paid to date alphas.

I personally don't see what he's so worked up about, but the attitude doesn't seem to be all that uncommon. There's a growing number of omegas out there who think omegas who work as escorts are keeping omegas as a whole from being seen as equals to the rest of society. Honestly, I think they're just jealous.

But, then again, the whole thing is too complicated for me to really bother with it. I’ve never had much interest in politics. Even Anders's attitude about getting revenge against alphas is more than I really care to think about. I'm more of a "live and let live" kind of guy. I'm not going to judge anyone's life choices. As long as I'm free to do what I want, within reason of course, that's all that matters to me.

When I finally exit the bathroom, everyone's vacated the interior of the yacht and they're gathering outside along the deck. Excited chatter fills the air. The dock is finally in sight, and we're going to be making land fall soon.

I grin as excitement fills me. I can't wait to feel the sand beneath my toes and work on my tan. I even brought some special tanning oil that's supposed to speed up the process.

I head back to where I left Anders and stop short. He's not there, and neither is my bag. My heart skips a beat. All my stuff is in there. My money, my ID, my clothes… Panic lances through me, but I try to calm myself. We're on a boat. There's nowhere he could've gone. I just need to find him and get my stuff back. No big deal, right?

Except Anders is way more fit than I am and a few inches taller. I'm pretty sure he could beat me up.

"Yoohoo! Isaac!"

I whip my head around in the direction of my name. Anders is standing by the railing, waving me over. He's got my backpack over one shoulder and his backpack on the other.

"There you are." I chuckle, trying to play off my momentary freak-out as I join him.

"Sorry, I wanted to get a look of the island." He hands me my bag. "I guess there's a cove along the southern shore where the beach is. At least, that's what some of the other guys are saying."

I shoulder my bag and peer toward the island as my heart patters. We haven't even left the country, technically, and yet it feels like we're in another world entirely.

"I know we're going there to work, but I'm looking forward to soaking up some sun," I admit. "Maybe playing in the water a bit too. It's been ages since I've gone swimming."

"I'm sure they're gonna make us work for our time off," Anders says with a laugh. "But we're not slaves. They've got to give us a break at some point."

"Oh yeah, for sure." I actually remember Farron explaining that we're only required to work for eight hours a day, with mandatory breaks scattered throughout. So I'm not too worried. Even if I don't get time during the work week, we're guaranteed at least one day off during the two weeks we're on the island. I'm definitely going to hit the waves and go for a swim on my day off.

At least, that's my plan. But, who knows what the future has in store? Whatever it is, it's bound to be exciting.

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