There’s no denying the slight lilt to his accent, and I could listen to him talk all day.
I always loved an Irish accent.
I gaze back at the mirror and shrug. I’m a polished turd, but I suppose it will do. I have no ounce of makeup on my face whatsoever, and after spending so much time at the strip club, it’s strange to go bare-faced.
Maybe Killian will let me get some makeup too.
I open the door, and Fionn looks as if he has hit a brick wall when he catches my scent. There’s no denying his growl, and my body reacts as usual. Hiroshi stands behind him, and I didn't even realize he was with Fionn. Fionn's scent is just so strong.
Fionn steps back. After all, I’m their boss’s omega. So I'm off-limits to them.
I fucking hope I'm off-limits. I can only just about handle one of them right now.
Fionn settles his pale blue eyes on me, a smile stretching his lips. He’s one sexy fucking alpha. Long, curly red hair with a freckled nose, and I will not be able to cope in this house of beautiful men.
Hiroshi is looking fine today too in his black leather coat, and it appears he has teamed his pretty onyx eyes with guyliner.
Fionn wears a band shirt and ripped denim jeans, and they all dress so differently in this pack.
Killian is all about bespoke suits and ties, and he definitely likes to show the world what he’s all about.
Business.
He’s a ruthless businessman through and through. I wouldn’t be here after all if that weren’t the case.
He made a business transaction the day he bought me from Steve, and I guess he is getting his money’s worth.
Fionn raises his red eyebrows. “Ready to go, Buttercup?”
I sigh, shutting the door behind me as I follow them up the hall. “It’s Ravyn.”
What’s the point in hiding my name? I already told their boss, so how much worse can it get?
They look back and study me for a while, and I know they’re looking at my hair.
Yeah, my parents named me well, didn’t they? I was born with a thick shock of dark brown hair, and it has stayed pretty much the same ever since.
“Pretty. Suits you,” Hiroshi remarks, and Fionn nods in agreement.
“Aye,” he agrees, and despite myself, I smile. I can almost pretend that they’re my pals when we speak like this, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I try to make small talk, and I know I will hate myself for it later. “I guess your names are pretty cool too. I always liked the name Finn.”
Fionn corrects me. “No, not Finn. Fionn.”
Yeah. All I hear is Finn.
Fionn repeats himself. “Fyun. That’s how you say it. It’s Irish, like my mom.”
I try saying his name again. “Fyun.”
Fionn grins. “That’s correct.”
I grin proudly. Despite the crappy day I’ve had, I’m surprised I can still find it in me to crack a smile.
We reach the door, and it’s the first time I will be leaving the penthouse.
It has occurred to me that this shopping spree could be my one chance to escape, but with the tracker around my neck, I wouldn’t get far.