Opening
What’s worse than hiding your identity and popping heads off so that your whole identity won’t get fucking leaked? Right.. being an Omega. It’s like life was playing with her, she was supposed to be dominant, she’s a fucking Vice President for a reason, she was born to rule and now she has to deal with a stupid heat that her pills failed to suppress.
Great, fucking great.
She barged into her office and the pheromones of her assistant didn’t make any better. “Close the door for me.” She ordered not giving any room for arguments. You nodded your head and obeyed her orders closing the door and you caught a whiff of her scent. she’s in heat, you were shocked after all who wouldn’t?
Victoria is literally the image of a powerful woman, dominant and all that but now here she is whimpering and rubbing her thighs together as if she’s trying to find relief from it.
You wanted to ask if she was okay, which was stupid because she wasn’t. “Don’t look at me like that.” She glared at you but it didn’t look as intimidating as before because she looked more needy than intimidating.
