"Have you gotten bigger?" Valencia says, coming up from between Tiza's legs.
Tiza lifts his head from the bed, where it was previously thrown back in pleasure from how well his mate was eating him out.
"What do you mean?"
She squeezes his thighs and shakes her head.
"Tiza you're so beautiful but, you of all people should know that there's a standard to uphold. I thought you wanted to make Prima?" She says laying a kiss on one of his thighs.
"I do." He says watching her carefully. His eyes follow her as she crawls up and litters his belly with kisses and takes a bite at the little fat he had there.
"Well then, you know what you need to do." She smiles and returns between his legs to pleasure him more.
Tiza's moans ring out in her bedroom and she chuckles into his wet folds.
"I can't wait to see you on the stage, my prima ballerina."
Valencia was right, and it was something that his Uncle had been telling him for years. If he wanted to make Prima he had to make a real effort. He had to be at the top, both in skill and in physique. All Valencia wanted was for him to succeed, and the thought of making it to the stage as prima and having her watch him dance made Tiza's heart flutter. And since Valencia asked this of him, of course he would do it.
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Although Valencia put a stop to Tiza sleeping with others for money, the physical abuse he got from his uncle didn't just stop but became worse. This disgusting man putting hands on what was her's irked the Alpha to no end. It wasn't until Tiza came to school with a black eye did she finally decide to do something about that problematic uncle of his. And with most things, she would use this situation in her favor.
She approached the house that her Omega lived in with disgust and repeatedly rapped her knuckles on the door until a middle-aged man opened it. His face was contorted into a sneer, but upon looking at who was at his doorstep, raised an eyebrow and straightened his posture.
"Valencia Lefèvre. And what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I have something important to discuss with you, Mr. Jeannot if you would please?" She says gesturing into the house.
He takes the hint and steps aside so she can enter. He eyes her suspiciously before closing the door. He comes to his dining room where she has already taken a seat at the head of his table.
"Has your father run out of people to collect tuition for him? I can assure you I already have paid for my boys this month," he says, sitting across from her.
"No, nothing of the sort, although this does concern the Omega."
"What about him?"
Valencia sets her designer handbag on the worn table and pulls out five stacks of money, made up of two hundred euro notes. Roland's eyes go wide.
"This is how I see it. I want the Omega, you want money. You either take the money or I report you for child endangerment and abuse."
Roland opens his mouth to speak but she continues.
"Before you try denying anything, I have a confession from him and evidence of beatings. I don't like it when my toys break, Mr. Jeannot, and I won't stand for it."
"He's a damn Omega. The law doesn't give two shits about his kind, so why do you?" he sneers out.
She chuckles behind her hand.
"Oh, well it won't take much for the police to care about this. My family has a lot of connections. And as far as I'm concerned well... let's just say when I see a beautiful trophy, I take it. That Omega will make a wonderful trophy mate, and being such a rare type of Omega well...he's definitely worth the money."
She scoots the money across the table and leans back in the chair.
"Now I'm offering you an easy way out. Don't touch my toy again and I'll pay you handsomely for it."
Roland slowly accepts the money, his eyes never leaving the girl, still wary.
"Now the other reason for my visit is concerning the amount of debt that you owe several loan sharks around the country. I want to give you a chance to wipe the slate clean. All I ask from you is to let me take that Omega off your hands."
"If your family has all these connections as you say why not just take him yourself. I don't give a shit about him."
"Trust me, I would if I could, but seeing that he is still not of age it would look...rather unsavory for my reputation. So this is the deal, you give me consent to mate him as his legal guardian, we do a couple of things for the press, something the public will eat up. 'Daughter of Dance Tycoon brings Omega out of poverty.' I get my prized Omega free from public stipulations and you get your freedom back."
"Deal."
"And here I thought you might need some persuading."
"I don't care what happens to the kid. Just tell me when."
"My father is to announce me CEO of his company come this summer. Before then I'll be out of the country with him on some business. When I return you will have your freedom."
Valencia gets up to leave without another word. She notices that the front door is left slightly ajar when she reaches it but thinks nothing of it and leaves.
Roland takes his money and goes to stash it in his room. Sean, who had come in sometime during their conversation, is still hiding out of sight.
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Sean is trying not to freak out. Really he is. But it doesn't show in the way he's pacing around the small space of their shared bedroom. He had been worried for a while. Tiza seemed thinner and paler; he constantly had dark circles under his eyes. He didn't know how to bring it up, so he said nothing, figuring maybe it was due to le Bac, the end of the year exam, and how intense ballet has been for them as of late.
But then he came home to hear that conversation! His father was still abusing Tiza? When? He thought all that had stopped! Sean wracked his brain to find any semblance of clues of when and how it had happened. How was all this happening and he knew nothing about it?! They were so close to getting out of this god-forsaken place and now this? Sean stops his pacing and falls on the creaky bed with his head in his hands.
He had to tell Tiza. Right? But tell Tiza what? That his beloved girlfriend doesn't love him for all the reasons that she should, paid off his father instead of sending him to jail where he belongs and is conspiring to whisk Tiza away as her mate?!
That would destroy him. Sean knew it would. He had to figure out a way to get Tiza out of all this. He wouldn't let anything else happen to Tiza. He would be letting his aunt down if he did.
Sean was almost there. He had almost gotten to a place where Tiza and he could leave. He had made connections, used the local internet cafe to find jobs overseas, and finally found someone willing to hire him to dance for their company in America. The plan had been to take Tiza with him, work on their citizenship while they were there, and just stay. But the money to get there wasn't something that he had.
But it was something that his father had.
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Weeks later after the school year had ended, Tiza came home, elated after receiving his scores for le Bac, to find Sean packing everything they had up in a large suitcase.
"What are you doing…?"
Sean stopped what he was doing and went over to give Tiza a big hug.
"We're finally leaving. I got that job in America! They want me there as soon as possible, so we're leaving in the morning."
"We?" Tiza pulls away from the hug, "I'm happy for you..bu-but Valencia...she just left on her trip…I just got my exam scores... and I'm not going to be able to-"
Unease was clear on Tiza's face and he shook his head.
"I...I don't think she would like it if I went."
"Haven't we been talking about this for years? Getting away from all this?" Sean gestures around. "You have to come with me. I can't leave you here by yourself."
"I won't be by myself. When Valencia gets back I'll just-"
"Tiza!" Sean grabs him by the shoulders and bores his eyes into him.
"Please...just..trust me. One month. Come to America with me for one month, and if you want to leave, I'll get you on the first flight home."
Tiza still looks conflicted, like he is at war with himself, but to Sean's luck, Tiza softly agrees. He would be back by the time Valencia returns, he thinks.
Sean feels relief swell up inside him and he pulls the Omega in a tight hug.
"Thank you."
'And sorry.' he thinks.
Because there was no way in hell he was going to let Tiza come back.