You're evil.

"What do you think?" Gabriel asks, lifting two fitted pants for Delilah to see.

The female Alpha's hair is tied up into a bun and she's nursing a cup of tea with a frown on her face. "Remind me again why exactly you need my help choosing an outfit?"

From the cupboard and gas stove behind her, Gabriel can tell she's in her kitchen. The girl is also in a robe and he doesn't want to know why for the safety of his mental health. "I can't decide what to wear," he huffs, feeling ridiculous. Since when did he become an indecisive school girl excited about a date with her crush? "She said chic and classy. I don't know where she wants us to go so I don't want to be under dressed or over dressed."

Delilah gives him a look. "And you think my inferior fashion sense can help you in your dilemma?"

He ignores the sarcasm in her voice. "Just be honest. Which is more flattering?" He shakes the blue pants and then the black one. "What says 'zaddy'?" He makes sure to deepen his voice when he says 'zaddy'. He nearly laughs at how Delilah flinches.

"I cannot believe you just said that," she cringes, shaking off the shivers of disgust. Her eyes shift to someone over her phone.

Gabriel doesn't have to guess who when he sees a flash of silver hair.

Delilah makes a come hither motion with her index finger. Gabriel gags when the male omega comes to kiss her on the cheek.

"Morning," he shyly says, using his hair to block his face as he holds on to her hands on his waist. Despite his slender body, his voice is even deeper than Gabriel's. What a surprise.

"Morning, baby," Delilah hums, kissing his flat stomach. "Your pink milk is in the fridge," she nods in the opposite direction out of the frame of the phone camera and lets go of him.

Gabriel snorts when the male swiftly disappears as soon as her hands are off him. Camera shy huh? "You couldn't turn the camera away?" He complains the moment her attention is back on him.

She shrugs, picking up her cup again. Her eyes follow her mate's movement as she speaks. "You're the one calling me on my lazy morning with my baby," she says, smirking when the omega tries to cross the counter as fast as he can.

Gabriel doesn't understand why he does that until Delilah smacks the omega's firm butt before he's out of the camera frame. The male Alpha blinks, tensing up in shock when the omega whines. Seeing the female Alpha's smirk and the suggestive look she's giving her mate makes Gabriel mentally pinpoint where he keeps his bleach. He'll need to pour that into his eyes. Hell, he needs that in his brain to wash off that traumatizing imagery.

Clearing her throat after flirting to her satisfaction, she asks, "So, where were we?"

That's it. No apology, no compensation for mental damages. Sighing regretfully, Gabriel sighs. "Just pick one before I shoot myself in the head."

Delilah hums in thought, her eyes moving between the two pants for a few seconds. "The blue," she finally chooses.

Gabriel looks at the blue again. It'll look great with bright purple but it's not as fitted as the black. "I'm going with the black then," he nods, not missing her elaborate eye roll. "Catch you later, bitch."

"Break a leg, jerk. Literally."

He scoffs, picking up his phone. "You wish." He hurriedly cuts the call when he sights the female grabbing the male omega and sitting him on her lap. He's very sure the female Alpha did that on purpose to irritate him. Shaking his head, he takes his clothes and shoes out of his closet. Quickly taking a shower and dressing up, Gabriel examines his full outfit in his full length mirror. Styling his hair into a quiff, he spends time contemplating which perfume collection to choose from. By the time he's done mixing four different mild perfumes, it's already 9:56am. "Shit," he curses, snagging his watch and keys to his Ford. He pauses when he gets to his door. Alexander's car was Ford, wasn't it?

Huffing, Gabriel backtracks and snatches his Land Rover keys. Feeling fly as he makes his way to his huge car garage. He presses the button on his key and gets into his car. Subconsciously humming all the way to Daisy's apartment, he sights her standing in front of her apartment building. She's wearing a white v neck long sleeved shirt, blue jeans and brown heels. Both the shirt and the jeans are fitted. The ends of the shirt is tied into mini ribbon by her waist region. Pulling up in front of her, he smiles at the fact that she wore her hair down today. "Mademoiselle," he greets as she gets into the car.

"You're late, Monsieur," she replies, adjusting her bag.

Taking a deep breath, he savours the pleasant scent of his mate that fills his car. Eyeing the digital clock on his car, he sees 10:11am. "Yeah by eleven minutes," he says, giving her a funny frown.

"That's not a very professional behaviour, Mr. Carpenter-"

He cuts her off with a kiss, shocking her. "No. I'll have none of that today. We'll be working together for several months, save the energy for then. Today, we're on a date."

Daisy chuckles. "Fine. I can deal with that," she says, turning on his GPS system and typing in an address. "You look good."

Grinning at the offhanded compliment, his pride swells. He knew this shirt was a good idea. "Tell me something I don't know."

She scoffs, leaning back into her chair when she's done. "I can't even give you a compliment in peace." She gives him an unimpressed look when he winks at her. "Aren't you going to tell me I look beautiful?" She asks when he starts the car.

"Do you?"

Her jaw drops.

"Because I think you look exquisite," he completes with a cheeky smile.

She rolls her eyes but there's a subtle smile on her face. "Since when do you have a sweet tongue?"

"Since this pretty sugar walked into my life," he replies and he's got to admit, being cheesy never felt so good.

She makes a disturbed face, shivering. "Ugh. Goosebumps," she says, rubbing her arms.

He chuckles at her antics and drives into the road. He takes the first diversion to the left when the GPS tells him to. "Where are we going?"

"Just follow the GPS," she jumps to cover the screen when he glances at it. "Don't check the place!"

"Why?" He asks, giving her a funny frown but keeping his eyes on the road regardless.

She smirks. "It's a surprise."

O..kay?

She takes her hands off the GPS screen when it's clear he's no longer trying to peek and ruin her 'surprise'. "So, how'd you sleep?"

He scoffs. Does she even need to ask? "Fitfully."

"Oh?"

He glances at her when he hears the amusement in her tone to find her grinning like a Cheshire cat. "You're evil."

"Yeah? Well you ripped my favourite panties and made me walk around that hall without underwear yesterday. You deserve to suffer."

He snorts at the memory. "Oh. I forgot about that."

"It is not funny!" She huffs, crossing her arms.

"Oh but it is," he muses, taking a right when the GPS tells him to. "And who was it that kept sending me flirtatious smiles from across the hall, hmm?"

She pauses, swallowing whatever argument she was about to bring up. She lifts her chin indignantly. "I did no such thing."

"Yes, you did."

"I only gave polite smiles," she insists.

Blowing out a breath, he laughs at her childish tone. "Well your polite smiles kept giving me a hardon."

"And who's fault is that?" She quirks a brow at him, her tone accusing.

"Yours," he replies without hesitation, grinning when she scoffs.

"Wha- I- how?" she stutters, huffing as he diverts to the left. They're getting closer to their destination.

"You're too sexy," he shrugs, his tone innocent as though what he just said made perfect sense.

She gives him an incredulous look. "And that's my fault?"

"Yes," he says in that 'oh my! You didn't know?' tone.

"It's your body. The fact that you can't control it is solely on you."

He hums, talking the final turn. "Like I said, evil." He stares at the building up ahead, frowning in confusion as he parks in the parking lot. Turning off the ignition, he turns to Daisy. "A mall?"

"Nope," she smirks, popping the 'p'. "Come on." She taps his hand, opening the door. She's waiting for him as he gets out and locks his car.

Gabriel laughs when she all but skips towards the entrance of the 'not mall'. "You're way too excited about this for me to not be suspicious," he says to her, shaking his head when she walks backwards and gives him a shrug. The building is rather big with seven floors and UV glass. What, is this place run by vampires or something?

Gabriel snorts at his own thoughts. Vampires existed but they liked keeping to themselves. You would hardly find any in the cities especially one as populated as New York. Following his mate into an elevator with a woman and her two kids, he frowns at her expression. Leaning down to whisper into her ears, he asks, "Why are you grinning like that? Where are we going?"

"You'll see.”

Deciding to just let her be, he waits until the elevator doors open and they get out. They pass a few stores before getting to the den of the devil.

"Here we are!" Daisy squeals, stretching her hands out as if to say 'ta da!'.

"A game arcade?" Gabriel frowns, dread creeping up his spine "Tell me you want to buy something here and that we're not going to play any games."

"We're not leaving until we play every single game there is here," she declares.

Oh hell- "No."