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Steve Harrington’s life had always moved at a pretty crazy pace. From the moment he presented as an omega he felt this need to show the world he was not only worthy of his place in it, but he was needed by people. His parents never really gave him the encouragement, they started leaving him alone at the age of eleven but luckily for him, his neighbour, Mrs Henderson had taken the responsibility to care for him, never making him feel like he needs to apologise for being himself or a need to earn her place in the older Omega's life. 

When Steve was thirteen he started babysitting for Mrs Henderson while she worked full time as a nurse for the NHS, often working long taxing hours due to staff shortages. London was one of the worst affected areas of the NHS shortages.

Her nine year old son, Dustin was an amazing kid, he was full of facts and easy to be around. Over the years he's come to be like a cross between a sibling and pup to Steve. 

Now aged twenty six Steve was getting ready for a huge shake up in his life, he was petrified sure but also excited for his new life in sunny Los Angeles. Steve felt like his professional life was amazing, he was crushing it as Mr Murray Bowman's personal assistant but the only stable part of his personal life was his friendships with his platonic soulmate, Robin Buckley and his relationship with Dustin who is now twenty two and expecting an actual pup of his own.

“Hey dingus, you can not look this miserable at your own leaving party, it's practically illegal.” Robin laughed as she sat down next to him. Robin and Dustin had insisted on throwing him a leaving party even though due to the short notice, they only managed to drag a few acquaintances and co-workers out. 

“Come on, Steve, you have to sing at your own leaving party.” Dustin screams from somewhere behind him. Steve rolls his eyes at Robin, before standing to locate the kid. Steve's going to miss the not so little, little twerp. 

“Can I tell him I need to go soon? It's midnight already Rob’s and my flight is at eleven.” Steve groans. “Hey it's not our fault that you gave us three days' notice before deciding to abandon us.” Robin looks stern. 

“For god sake Rob, I only got the job three days ago!”

Steve still can't believe everything that's happened since Tuesday afternoon. He had spent all of Wednesday waiting to be told this is some huge elaborate prank set up by the asshole alpha’s in his office. You know the ones who put far too much time and energy letting him know that, even though he's damn good at his job as Mr Murray Bowman's PA thank you very much. That that really all he is good for as an omega, being a PA.  

They all like to remind him he couldn't handle the pressure of being a lawyer like them, even though he spends most of his time organising every moment of his bosses day, he's still just an omega in their eyes.

That's where this whirlwind started. Murray called him into his office Monday afternoon.

“Steve, Steve, Steve.” Murray sighed and flapped his hands around in true Murray fashion, he loves his boss but he's the most dramatic man he's ever met, honestly Steve probably would have left years ago if it wasn't for the fact that not only is Mr Bowman the very best lawyer in London, hell probably the whole of the United Kingdom. He's also a fellow male omega and that had always offered Steve a certain amount of respect amongst the clients.

“I have been toying with my conscience all morning dear boy. On the one hand I couldn't possibly take this amazing opportunity away from you but on the other, how is one to cope without your officiant organisation?” Murray sighs loud and over the top again. 

“Murray, if in a day or two you want to fill me in on what you're talking about.” Steve comments exasperatedly. Murray taps the table clearly not finished with his theatrical display, Steve just waits. 

“Do you remember this morning, the meeting we had?” Murray continues. 

“With Mr Newby?” Steve counters, feeling his patience fray he doesn't have that bad of a memory. 

“That's the one dear boy. When you left to take your lunch, Mr Newby asked if he might offer you a job as the new P.A to his client, Mr Munson.” Murray adds with a sadness Steve hasn't ever seen in his eyes.

“Mr Munson? As in Eddie Munson, the Rockstar.” Steve asks, absolutely stunned. 

Eddie Munson was the wild boy of rock known for his amazing career, love of partying and a body that would make Chris Evans jealous.

“Yes dear boy. The drop dead gorgeous and extremely talented alpha that is Eddie Munson.” Murray confirmed with a knowing look at Steve. 

It's a bit of a joke because honestly, while Steve knows who he is; let's face it who doesn't know who Eddie Munson is. Steve's more likely to be listening to One Direction and Mcfly, Fall out Boy is what he would consider too rock for him. Steve is an Ed Sheeran fan, not an Eddie Munson one. 

Still Steve found himself in truly the most surreal situation. Sitting back in the meeting room the next morning with Eddie Munson's manager and lawyer going over the terms and conditions of his new contract. 

“Do I really need to leave on Saturday though? Could I not have another week to put all my affairs in order?” Steve asks the manager, Martin Brenner, a beta. Steve can't deny he gives him this sort of off vibe.

“Look, doll, if you need more time. You're not the right one for the job. Life as Eddie's P.A is going to be messy and chaotic. Just pack a bag and get on the plane, we will give you say twelve weeks to see how you settle in. We will keep paying your rent here and if all goes well you can come home and pack up, sound good?” Martin informs Steve while clearly not listening or even caring for Steve's response honestly he just finds it condescending. 

Steve bristles a bit at being referred to as ‘Doll’. “But I just don't understand, why me? I know nothing about Mr Munson. Well apart from what ends up in the press about him.” 

Martin sighs, making Steve feel like he's a stupid child. “Ed, wants a fellow Brit. Mr Newby here says how efficient you are and your boss gave you a glowing recommendation. Do you want the job or not? Ed,

 needs someone straight away.” Brenner deadpans, leaving it clear he’s getting bored of the conversation. 

He could turn the job down; he knows that. Dustin and Suzie are having a pup. Robin, although always busy with work while she tries to lift her catering company off the ground, still needs him. He can't help but think this is something he will regret if he says no, it's a huge new adventure and all he has keeping him here is the Henderson’s and Robin. He had been in a serious relationship with his childhood sweetheart, Tommy Hagan until six months ago when Tommy decided he looked at Steve more like a friend then partner, a sentiment that if he's honest he agrees with. 

Steve's friends have made him feel like he was making the right decision. They all gushed about how fantastic Eddie is, how he's getting the job of a lifetime and Robin even pointed out how many omega's would give their left arm to have the access to Eddie Munson he was about to be given. Steve on the other hand wouldn't really even give his big toe, sure the man's attractive in an obvious way but the things he has read about Eddie is enough to turn any respectable omega off. 

That's not to say he's not excited, he is just more excited in a, this is going to be a fantastic job opportunity, not an oh my god, I get to buy Eddie Munson's boxers, kind of way.

And here we are. Steve is saying goodbye to the two most important people in his life, they don't need him so much these days. 

Robin and her partner Jenny have their cafe to keep them busy. Dustin and Suzie are expecting their first pup, this is the one thing that makes him feel like he can't leave but Dustin being Dustin is quick to offer his opinion. 

“Look Steve, you're twenty six, you’re painfully single since you and Tommy broke up.” 

“I am not painfully single.” Steve can't help but feel a bit offended. “Also me and Tommy are still really good friends, we just fell out of love with each other, it's not a big deal.” Steve defends himself. 

“Steve, when did you last have sex with someone but yourself.” Dustin laughs at his own humor which ok Rude . 

“No, no he's not answering that! You are a child, he's my soulmate and I absolutely do not need to think of him.” Robin mock gags. “Having sex”. She shudders. Again, rude .

“Steve you're up. We picked one of Eddie’s songs for you.” Kerry, one of the only people he truly gets on with in Murray's office yells, grabbing Steve by the arm and dragging him up to the stage.

Kerry picked him a song called ‘God of rock and roll’, geez this guy has one hell of an ego, Steve can't help but chuckle to himself. 

“I'm the number one at making bad decisions .” 

Steve, in his drunken haze, can't help but think that historically he's not made the best life choices but he's hoping that this won't turn out to be one of them.

“ So, they crowned me the king of my own scene, 

All the boys and all the girls say that I'm a symptom, 

So, why they staring at me like I'm the disease?”

Steve croons into the microphone and thinks that he may not be a world famous rock star but his voice has a pleasant tone to it, even when he's using his more pop vocals on a rock song. 

Last night was truly the most amazing and perfect send off. However, while he sits here feeling like he could vomit at any second or that there is a drummer in his head, he muses that it possibly wasn't his smartest move before sitting on a sixteen hour flight, but would he have changed it, no. 

But ultimately did Steve regret it while sitting on the plane suffering the single worst hangover he's had in years making him wish he stopped drinking around 11pm not 4am. Still no.

Steve was completely blown away by the first class seats that came with his new job title. Mostly he wanted to get some more sleep so he made something of a decent first impression to his new boss. 

Arriving at LAX was another out of this world experience. The heat from the tarmac isn't something he's ever been used to and he hopes that whatever car his new boss has sent for him has air-conditioning. Martin had told him that someone would be waiting for him in arrivals with a sign. 

Steve pushed the trolley with his essentials through the arrivals hall and he scanned the sea of faces till he saw a tall, burly man with a large mustache and kind eyes holding a sign bearing his name. 

“Mr Harrington.” The man gruffed as Steve approached. The nerves kick in and all he can do is nod and smile. 

“Let me get that for you. Name's Jim but everyone calls me Hop." The alpha smiles as he offers a handshake before taking his trolly and walking him through the sea of people. Steve is thrown for a moment by Jim’s American accent but he guesses he better get used to it.

 Sliding into the back of the limo and letting the air conditioning wash over him is doing wonders for his hangover. While sitting there taking in the sites as they leave the airport he makes a promise to himself to never get that drunk again.

Steve feels torn between trying to be polite, keeping up a conversation with Hop who is clearly excited to meet him and looking out at the beautiful scenery he's passing by, he hasn't ever seen palm trees so tall.  

Steve can’t help but laugh when Hop tells him that when he was a child he thought all English people were related to the Queen.

“Sorry I'm not laughing at you, that's just so sweet. It's like how my Dustin used to think that all his primary school teachers live in their store cupboards.”

Steve instantly panics that he's said something wrong because Jim goes silent as he looks back at Steve through the rear view mirror. Steve can't help the small whine that bubbles up at the thought of upsetting the alpha. 

“Sorry Jim.” Steve mumbles.

“Hey, bud. Sorry I got a bit confused there for a second. Nothing to be sorry for. You haven't done anything wrong, I'm just a little confused about something.” Jim gives a fatherly smile. 

Steve doesn't speak, he’s scared to put a foot wrong and he can feel a sense of panic rising at upsetting the alpha, fucking omega biology. He can't help but picture arriving at Eddie's for his driver to tell him that he's made a poor choice of staff in the omega who makes fun of alphas he's just met. 

“Can I ask some questions?” Hop asks with the same tone as a curious child. Steve tries to relax as he answers in confirmation.  

“What's primary school, when you say store cupboard do you mean supply closet and if you have a pup, Where is he?”

“You guys call it elementary school, yes and no I don't, he's my neighbour who I always babysat, he's not really a pup anymore he's twenty two and expecting a pup of his own.” Steve chuckles his reply. Just like that the rest of the ride passes in a happy bubble of comfortable conversation.

Pulling up to a private estate with huge iron gates, Steve pinches himself again as Hop rolls down the window to announce their arrival to the head of security.

“Henry, it's Hop and Mr Munson's new PA.” 

“Come on in Hop, welcome back.” The speaker replies, the voice on the other side clearly British and very bored sounding.

Hop, clearly being a gentleman, gets out and opens the car door so Steve can get out and take in the mansion before him. Steve feels completely dumbfounded as the front door opens.

“And who do we have here?” A tall thin woman asks with a kind smile to Jim, Steve likes her immediately, she's very motherly. Following behind is a tall, dark haired, no nonsense looking woman. 

“Steve Harrington. I'm Mr Munson's new PA.” Steve greets as both omega women come and embrace him in a welcoming hug. “I'm Joyce.” she introduces. “I'm the main housekeeper and this is Sue, she's the cook.” 

“A pleasure to meet you both.” Steve tries not to let his nerves betray him. “Let's do a home tour.” Joyce beams as she grabs his hand to guide him around. Steve can't help it, he instantly likes her. She's so kind and caring, with a cheeky glint in her eye as she talks fondly about Mr Munson. 

“So the rest of us staff have the out building but in the main house we have Eddie's room, your room will also be in the main house. Eddie's put you in the yellow room. In your suite you have a bathroom, small kitchenette, a walk-in closet and a small sitting area.” Joyce begins. 

“Eddie's room is at the other end of the house next to the music studio. Trust me sweetie, you will be glad about not being so close when the mood to make music hits him at 2am.” Sue chuckles.

Steve wants to reply but he's so busy trying to take it all in he's just smiling at the women. “Also you have all six guest rooms between your rooms and Eddie's. Then on the ground floor you have the kitchen, both sitting rooms, the games room, the cinema and right off the kitchen is your office.” Joyce wraps up the tour by leading the small group back into the main sitting room before sliding open the french doors onto the most breathtaking view Steve has ever seen.

The pool is huge. It comes complete with enough space for twenty or so sunbeds, little tables next to every second one like you get in a hotel abroad. It has it's own bar, fuck that's impressive. Steve can't even begin to guess how much garden Mr Munson has in square footage. 

Steve still can't fully take it all in, the same question keeps popping into his mind. 

“Sorry, where's Eddie?” 

“On a last minute writing trip trying to get some inspiration to fill his upcoming comeback album.” It's Sue that answers this time. 

“You probably won't see him until tomorrow. If I was you honey, I would take the afternoon to unpack and settle in. Hell, even go and lay by the pool.” Joyce encourages. “We are off to the staff house now, it's mine and Hop’s turn to host games night.”  

“Oh, you and Hop are mates?” Steve asks, slightly stunned. It weirdly makes sense.

“Fifteen years this march, three pups but Eddie's antics make it feel like we have four. See you tomorrow.” She kisses him on the cheek as she passes him and heads out the pool gate and down the hill to the house that frankly would look like one of the ‘posh’ houses on any UK street. 

“Sweetheart, I have put some food in the fridge. It's a quesadilla and a pizza. I need you to make that boy eat. Eddie's too skinny, if I was a bartender I would have better luck.” Sue states, sounding slightly annoyed. 

“I will do Sue and thank you for today.” Steve hopes he can convey how truly grateful he is for the two women's help.  

Hearing the women call him Eddie is completely surreal, he supposed that soon enough he will have a close enough relationship to call him Eddie, not Eddie Munson. Not that Steve doesn't know anything about him, it's absolutely impossible to live in the U.K and not know about Eddie. 

His mother died when he was just a pup of some kind of overdose leaving him living with his father in London until the alpha got arrested when Eddie was eleven. With his father sentenced to ten years inside, Eddie was sent to live with his Uncle Wayne in the south of England, a town called Portsmouth. 

Eddie formed his first band, corroded coffin, at fifteen and dropped out of school to focus on his music before signing his first big contract at nineteen, making it big back home before finding world fame at twenty.

Eddie's life went out of control when Corroded Coffin split rather messily just after Eddie turned twenty-three. The following eighteen months were full of stories about Eddie's escapades, never painting Eddie in the best light before he announced his solo comeback tour.

Now aged thirty, Eddie is one of the biggest rockstars in the world, selling out tours within minutes. The press is constantly reporting rumours of his latest sightings and stories of sex and drugs follow the alpha like a dark cloud but being as famous as he is, most people tend to look over his antics.

That lifestyle isn't for Steve, don't get him wrong, he’s excited for this opportunity but Steve is definitely more of a one person kind of omega only ever having three serious partners. That doesn't mean he's a  prude (just because he's only slept with four people at the age of twenty six) it's just, Steve doesn't do meaningless sex and yeah he is more happy having the odd drink but drugs are a strict, hard no. Everybody knows most recreational drugs have bad side effects  for omegas. 

Steve walks in the direction of the office, well he guesses it is his now after all. The walls are a pale cream, carpet a rich blue and it has two large pine desks. One is empty and the other has an apple desktop, a three tier organiser tray. Weirdly it also has a landline and a rolodex, how retro Steve thinks. 

Beside the desk is a bag full of what appears to be fan mail, do people really still send fan mail? Steve assumed it would all be people sending messages on Instagram and Facebook nowadays. 

After another lap around the house just trying to take it all in, Steve heads to his room and unpacks. Joyce had insisted on doing it for him and while he didn't want to offend the other omega, he also had no desire to let her see some of the more intimate objects he packed. While packing for the move Steve reasoned with himself that his heat isn't due during the initial twelve weeks ‘see how it goes’ period, however If someone else is packing his apartment up he would be more embarrassed about the toys. 

Steve knows all unmated omegas need aids during heats but Steve is a little bit of a size queen when it comes to the type of knot that satisfies him and he would hate for anyone else to have that knowledge about him. Plus even outside of heat, sometimes he just needs to take a knot, he would hate to be in need and without help.

Steve wants to take a shower to get rid of the plane smell and is once again lost for words when he enters the bathroom. On the counter is a welcome basket with bath oils, shampoo, conditioner, body lotions and bath bombs, all expensive brands definitely not ones he could afford himself. When he opens the medicine cabinet he finds painkillers, band aids, toothpaste, a new hair brush and blushing slightly- condoms and scent blockers. Who does Mr Munson think he's employing? 

Steve blushes so hard as he's getting in the shower hoping that his new boss isn't going to ask too many personal questions. He is on heat suppressants obviously and he does mainly wear scent patches out of comfort but something makes him feel uneasy about having to explain his schedule to the rockstar. 

Steve's doctor back home told him that if he wishes to avoid an annual longer and more painful heat he needs to allow his body a heat every six months, every three would be better but six at a minimum. Fuck does he need to talk all this through with Eddie? Or even worse the management team. 

Fuck it. Martin knew he was an omega when he got taken on and it's against the law to ask an omega in your employment to go against doctor recommended treatment for the good of work. Steve figures he's three weeks post heat so this is a worry he doesn't actually have to face for a few months yet, he might not even take the job on a permanent basis. 

The shower is amazing, walk in with a glass wall. Rainfall showers with a smaller head. Steve tries his new products and they smell like heaven. Soft and comforting, hints of cherry and vanilla. 

Steve figures if he's not ‘on the clock’ he's going to take Joyce's advice and go and lay in the sun. That is of course after sending Robin snap shots of his room with its sunshine yellow walls, all white furniture and super king bed. Steve even includes a selfie of him in the bed so she can see how much space is left around him. 

With the time difference he knows Robin will be asleep so he's stunned when he gets a message back. 

Robin:

Omg, omg! That room is amazing and the view ! Have you met him yet ? What's he like? Loving the bed btw babe, looks like there's enough room for a ROCKER and some rolling 😘🤭😉. 

Steve:

Oh god, you're so embarrassing! There will be no rockers in my bed and definitely no rolling ! He's away on a ‘writing trip’ not due back till tomorrow so I will fill you in then! Get some sleep, love you xx

Dressing in his swim trunks he paused to check his reflection in the mirror. He decides he's not going to swim because he's just showered but he wants to feel the sun in his tanned freckled skin, he wonders if he should throw a tank top on? Normally he wouldn't if he's alone. 

His body isn't as toned as it once was, he's not even chubby really but presenting as an omega and the years of heats has left him with an unmistakable softness. Tommy used to love his ‘tits’ and would always go mad for them especially while Steve was in heat. Fuck it, he's leaving the shirt here, he has his cover up if it's needed and a towel to lay on that's more then enough Steve reasons with himself.

He decides to forgo a sun lounger instead choosing to put his towel on the floor next to the pool so he can run his fingers through the water.

He's just getting fully relaxed, even starting to doze a little when the beaming sun suddenly goes dark and he hears a little cough. 

“So is this what I'm paying you for?” Eddie Munson stands there looking unimpressed as Steve jumps up quickly, stammering an apology and  sending his towel into the water. 

Brilliant, what a fantastic first impression. 

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“Oh fuck.” Steve panics, what an idiot. He looks between the pool that is now complete with his soaking wet towel and his new boss. Brilliant Steve, well done. Way to lose your new job before you have even started. Steve scolds himself internally. 

“Shit, fuck. I'm so sorry.” Steve rushes to apologize before realising he's just cursed at his new boss again. Oh god this is utterly humiliating. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow not looking impressed at all. “And here I was, thinking omega's were polite.” He states in a cold tone. Making Steve instantly bristle, so Eddie's one of them, ‘omegas should be seen and not heard alpha’s’. Great, would he lose much face if he returns home 48 hours later. 

“Chill out, babe.” Eddie smirks and oh god he looks so handsome. "I'm kidding. I don't really care how you talk at home, as long as your professional where it matters. I'm Eddie and you must be my new p.a.” Eddie smiles, offering a hand. 

"I am indeed. My name is Steve Harrington. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Munson.” He cringes internally, worried about the terrible first impression he was making.

Eddie barks out a laugh. “My useless father is Mr Munson, well I guess I am too but to you I'm just Eddie, chick.”

His accent is weird. Steve knows he's been in the states for over a decade now but his accent isn't what he expects, it's neither British or American but something in-between. Like that actor Oliver, something from the firefighter show Robin is obsessed with. 

Eddie's eyes flick down momentarily leaving Steve feeling instantly embarrassed about his lack of shirt, a feeling that only intensifies as he watches Eddie's eyes again flicking over his exposed chest, down to his soft hips and finally back up to his face. 

 “So yeah, call me Eddie or Ed's while we're at home. And what do you prefer, Steve or Stevie?” 

Steve can't help but get his back up a little, Eddie calling him Stevie feels far too familiar at this point in their relationship even if he has told Steve to call him Ed's. 

“Steve is fine.” Steve can't help but reply with a clipped tone. 

Eddie's face lights up with amusement. “Oh the pretty kitty has claws huh? Maybe that's a better nickname for you huh, kitten?” Eddie coos slightly and if this was any other alpha than his new boss, Steve would tell him to go to hell but unfortunately he can't so he just smiles sheepishly. 

He can't deny Eddie is gorgeous. Steve could easily get lost in his chocolate brown doe eyes, his body is toned to perfection from what he can see with the alpha still fully dressed in skinny ripped black jeans held up on his slim waist by a studded belt. He has on a Metallica band tee that's sleeveless and ripped down the sides exposing his heavily tattooed ribs. 

Steve notices that Eddie has a few new  tattoos that are mixed in with his famously depicted ones. Steve is startled to see a few scars on the alphas sides that he's never seen in photos, how strange. 

Steve firmly reminds himself that while many people would kill to be in his position the man is still his boss. That doesn't however mean later that night when he's alone in bed that he  can't unpack why he felt so squirmy at being called pretty kitty by the alpha. 

“Can we start again please. I feel like I have messed this whole first meeting up. I wasn't expecting you here today. I was told you would be out so I thought I would just have a break.” Steve must sound pathetic because Eddie is looking at him with a smirk. 

“I figured as much babe, don't sweat it. We can totally forget that the first thing you did was swear at me, twice.” Eddie teases as he strips his top off, making Steve's throat go dry. 

Get it together Harrington, you don't have a crush on your new boss.

“Sorry.” Steve mumbles. 

Eddie pulls out his cigarettes before sitting down on a sun lounger and stretching out. “Could you grab me an ashtray from the bar top?” Eddie mumbles around the cigarette in his mouth. Steve turns instantly heading to the bar. 

“And a drink.” Eddie yells. 

Steve locates the ashtray first then looks below the bar top at what the drink options are: whisky, rum, tequila, vodka and gin at first glance. Steve finds a tray and places the ashtray and two glasses upon it before grabbing the vodka and whiskey and a  bottle of Cherry cola. 

Walking back over to the side of the pool, Steve isn't sure if Eddie has fallen asleep, he's laying perfectly still with his eyes shut to the world. His unlit cigarette still hangs from his lips.

“Are you just going to keep standing there?” Eddie sounds bored almost. 

“Sorry, I didn't know if you had fallen asleep”

“You say sorry far too much.” Eddie stretches, flexing all the muscles in his torso. 

“Sor-.” Steve cuts himself off, making Eddie laugh. Steve pours himself a neat vodka and necks it making himself shudder but feeling like he needs the Dutch courage.

He stands there for a moment, shuffling from foot to foot feeling awkward, not really knowing what to do with himself. “Stevie, sit down for fuck sake, you're making me feel tense.” Eddie comments as he finally lights his cigarette. “Do you smoke?”

“Oh, sort of.” Eddie gives him a confused look, Steve smiles before offering a better explanation. “Mainly only if I'm out drinking but I can go ages without.” Steve explains as he places the tray of items on the small table between their sun beds. The slight scowl on Eddie’s face looks as if  he isn't too keen on the idea, hypocritical much. 

“So how old are you?” It feels a little personal for the first few minutes of knowing each other but then again, Eddie is his boss. Fuck he needs more alcohol for this conversation, Steve does one more neat shot before pouring himself a vodka and Cherry Cola. 

“Twenty-six.”

“Martin said you worked at a law firm.”

“That's correct.”

“As a…..” Eddie did a motion with his hand to invite Steve to talk.

“P.A, your lawyer requested me through my boss, Mr Bowman.” 

Eddie makes a noise of agreement. “This is a hard job, lots of stress and pressure. This job won't leave you a lot of time for going out, seeing the nightlife or popping back to the motherland.” 

Steve can't help but get defensive, his back going straight. If Eddie didn't think he was up to the job, why hire him? 

“I know. I can handle it.” Steve bites out slightly, getting even more annoyed as Eddie appears to be checked out of the conversation while pouring himself his third drink.

“I may have only been a P.A at the law firm but Murray couldn't cope without me day to day, I got phone calls all hours of the day and night, I can do this job”

“Oh, did I touch a nerve? I'm just making conversation.” Eddie drawls sounding very American in that second. Steve drains his glass, he really should slow down before he makes an idiot of himself by getting drunk. 

Eddie's mouth opens again before Steve can retort. “You got a partner?” 

“Huh?” Steve is thrown for a second. “You know, an alpha” he gestures to himself before flapping his hand around and adding "or whatever your preference.” The way Eddie said ‘or whatever’ makes Steve sure Eddie is trying to work out his preference. 

“No Eddie, I don't have an Alpha.” Steve confirms. 

“Why?” Eddie shoots back and how the hell does he answer that?

“I did have an alpha I was courting until around eight months ago when we both decided we are better as friends. Does that answer your question?” Steve feels less snippy and more tipsy. 

“Claws away kitty, I was just checking that you aren't going to get all homesick and head back to the dear old U.K. or want to be going home every few months for heat help.” Eddie smirks making Steve's face flush. Heat help, what is this guy trying to do to him? Steve pours and drinks another glass, choosing to ignore Eddie’s last comment. 

“How was the writing trip, did you get much done?” Steve asks instead, definitely changing the subject and definitely feeling the alcohol now and going for a straight Cherry Cola instead. 

“Productive, got me in the mood for The Vine the week after next week.” Eddie tips his glass to Steve. Steve once again feels like he's missed something. “ The Vine?” 

“Please don't tell me you don't know about my upcoming gig at The Vine. You know the intimate one to kick off the promotion for my upcoming album. The album everyone has been waiting over a year for?” Eddie looks bewildered again. 

“Uhhhh, well honestly I don't really know too much about you. Well apart from half the crap that gets written about you in the press.” This doesn't seem to make it better so Steve decides the best way is to dig himself a bigger hole apparently. 

“Please don't take it personally, you're very good at what you do and your voice is amazing. It's just I'm more likely to be found dancing around to 1D.” He smiles at the rocker thinking that would make it better.

“Bloody one direction, are you kidding. Fucking hell Steve, how did you even get this job.” Eddie chuckles with no malice in his voice. 

“Hey, it could be worse. I could be some crazed stalker or someone only interested in fucking you and your famous mates.” Steve blurts out before he can even think, making everything worse. Why, why did he say that. What the hell Harrington, Steve feels his face flame.  

Eddie stares at him, clearly debating if he should fire him now. “I should fucking hope not, that's definitely not in the job description.” Eddie smirks, making Steve go if possible a deeper shade of red. 

“You look adorable, all flushed, little kitten.” Eddie grins like a shark. “Anyway babe, I'm off out. Got a table booked, I probably won't be back till tomorrow morning so don't wait up.” Eddie informs Steve as he gets up and heads back inside. 

*****

Eddie didn't come back last night and that's fine. Steve knew Eddie likes the party lifestyle with his crew of devoted followers and his Beta girlfriend Heather Holloway who was an up and coming Hollywood starlet. 

Steve had woken at seven, got dressed trying to make a bit more of an effort and make a better impression than yesterday. He opted for cream denim skinny jeans and a white cotton shirt. He did debate on footwear but figured he's working from home so why bother. 

He heads downstairs to hunt out the other staff, have breakfast and get started on the day's tasks. Going down the main stairs into the kitchen he can hear a hum of movement and several chatting voices. Entering the room it's Hop that greets him first. “Morning Steve. How did you sleep? Have you met Henry and the other security staff?” 

“I slept ok, jet lag got me a bit. Uh, no I haven't really met anyone yet.” Steve smiles awkwardly at the room’s occupants. “This here is Henry, Eddie’s head of security.” Hopper points out the tall, blonde intense looking alpha. Who gives him a tight smile. 

“Over here we have Ben, Chris and Danny. Henry's team.” The three alphas give tight smiles and curt nods in acknowledgement.

“There are also Aaron and Alfie the twins but they have today off.” Hop explains. 

“Morning sweetie” Sue coos coming over and wrapping him in a warm hug that Steve happily accepts. “What do you want for breakfast?” 

“Could I just get a coffee, I'm not really a breakfast person.” Steve replies. It's Joyce that replies from her seat at the table next to her husband. “You need breakfast, you're too skinny and you're going to need some energy, let Sue do you some pastries and fruit at least.” 

Steve can tell the two older omega's aren't to be argued with so he agrees, feeling happy I'm his decision when Sue visibly brightens at the chance to feed him. “I will bring it through to your office.” She tells him as she passes him the requested coffee. 

Steve enters the office and places his coffee on what is now his desk. He's not entirely sure how long Eddie has been without a personal assistant but the desk is a mess, opening the top drawer he finds a mass of cables and other junk. Steve starts up the computer and continues opening the drawers. I'm the second drawer he finds a manual. It has all the information he could possibly need for helping run Eddie Munson's life. 

The manual includes the password for the computer along with all Eddie's social media passwords, Steve guesses it will be his job to create the posts and sift through the thousands of messages he must get from fans. In the drawer is also a brand new smart phone with an American SIM, with a post it note that says ‘new P.A cell’ in neat writing. Steve thanks god he can use WhatsApp to call Robin and the kids to save them all humongous phone bills. 

Steve is just reading through the manual about Eddie's doctor appointments and a list of any numbers he might need when Sue knocks the door. “Here you are sweetheart. I want at least half the plate eaten.” She gently scolds, placing the plate of pastries down and a fresh cup of coffee. 

“Thank you Sue, you're an absolute angel. I'm just trying to make sense of all this” he holds the manual up. She rewards him with a kind smile.

It all seems straightforward enough, book all Eddie's appointments, manage his day to day needs including his finances and do all his shopping. The manual even includes  a list of all his clothes sizes, clothing brand preference then Steve blushes when he's reading through Eddie's personal care essentials and he finds the preferred brand of condoms including the note that he needs Alpha- XL, larger knot. Fucking hell, Steve feels like he didn't really need to know that nugget of information.

“Ah, the crazy life of Eddie Munson.” She sighs. “Jessica, Eddie's previous p.a was good at her job but her omega wasn't a fan of the life she was living so she decided to leave for the sake of her bond. I think that's why Eddie wanted a fellow Brit and preferably someone unmated.” Claudia tells him and suddenly the days questions made more sense, he wasn't prying he was simply checking he's not going to get left again.

It was clear to Steve, Sue was not gossiping, she was more like  a mother defending her pup. 

“Has, uh, has Eddie ever had a male omega work for him before?” Steve can't help but be curious. 

“Never a male omega no, one omega once but she didn't last very long.” 

“Oh, why?” Steve can't help but ask, feeling rude and guessing he might not like the answer. He hoped deeply it's not down to wanting heat leave or something. 

“Well, she was a nice enough girl but she broke Eddie's rule of sleeping with the other staff members.” Steve gasped slightly, he thought Eddie was joking just playing around, clearly not.

“Eddie's not a control freak, he just doesn't want all the drama.” Sue explains. That makes sense he guesses, if the staff start dating them split or mate and have pups, Steve can imagine it might get messy. 

Steve knows he shouldn't ask the next question but he can't ask the man himself so here goes. “Did he want a male omega?” 

“I don't think it was a strict requirement, but I think it was his preference, yes. I'm sure if you have read anything about Eddie you know he's bi and that he dates all designations. His current girlfriend didn't really want another female working so closely with Eddie though but I didn't tell you that.” Sue looks serious and of course there's no way Steve would break her confidence. 

“Eddie is a wild one, he seems taken with Heather. Well at least on the surface but Heather is paranoid about Eddie being around an omega all the time, being a beta herself. She's bound to mark her territory in front of you and that's why I think Eddie wanted a male, less of a threat. Well in theory.” Sue sighs before exiting the room with a smile.

Steve gets the confrontation of his earlier suspicions, this isn't gossiping, it's a motherly love for the rocker, honestly it makes Steve feel so warm. She's trying to be helpful but it's given him so much to think about while he pulls up the email account and sends out a chain email, introducing himself to all the contacts in the contact list. 

Within twenty minutes he gets an email from another cpa introducing herself. 

‘Hello! So nice to meet you. I'm Chrissy Cunningham, I'm a P.A to Jackson Fletcher. We should totally hook up for drinks! Do you have a personal cell I could reach you on?’

She seems sweet. Steve emails back instantly with his new number. 

Unknown number.

Hey, it’s Chrissy. Sending a message so you have my number. ❤️

Steve.

Hi. Thanks, I have you saved now. How long have you been in the industry?

Chrissy 

I have been with Jackson for 12 years and three ex-wives! How about you?

Steve.

Sounds like a nightmare. This is my first cpa job, I was a p.a to a lawyer before.

Chrissy.

No shit! How did you end up with La La land's most desired job?

Steve is confused for a moment. Is this really the most sought after cpa job? Surely they are bigger than Eddie.

Steve.

Oh, Eddie's lawyer asked for me after a meeting with my previous boss.

Chrissy.

Omg! That's crazy. 

Steve and Chrissy exchanged more messages before both saying they need to crack on with their day and promising to meet in person soon. Chrissy had sent a photo of herself with Johnny Depp making Steve go a little star struck before she told him he would probably meet Johnny soon enough as he's a fan of Eddie's music and often goes to his shows. 

Steve takes several more calls from cpa’s all introducing themselves, he doesn't click as well with the others as he had Chrissy but he appreciates the effort they all put in. 

He takes calls about interviews and photoshoot requests. One photographer, Johnathan something. Asks for Eddie to call him back directly, says he doesn't trust p.a’s to set him up with their bosses, asshole.

Around two, Steve decides to call Robin to let her know he's settled. 

“I miss you already, dingus.”

“Me too. Miss you and Henderson like crazy. But hey I might not even like the job yet.” 

“Hey, don't be stupid. This job is going to change your life Stevie. What's he like?”

Steve tells Robin all about the humiliating first encounter with his new boss. 

“Oh my god, Steve you didn't. Why would you say that?” She squeals down the phone. 

“Because I drank neat vodka to settle my nerves, now he probably thinks I'm a crazy person.” Steve sighs. 

“What's he been like with you today?” 

“I haven't actually seen him. He went out drinking last night and that was it.” Steve confesses trying not to sound like it's bothering him too much. 

Steve hangs up but not before promising to call again soon and gets on with some work. Around forty minutes pass before he hears Eddie's voice calling out in the kitchen. “In here.” He calls back, midway through typing out an email.

“Not by the pool today I see.” Eddie says cooly as he leans on the end of Steve's desk. 

Steve isn't amused, so he just indicates the email he's working on. “Ah no, I've been introducing myself to your contacts, I have had a request for you to directly contact a photographer called Jonathan.” Steve starts reading from his notepad before Eddie's little growl stops him, Steve's head snaps up in surprise, has he done something wrong?

“Sorry, sorry it's not you Kitten.” ah so he's sticking with that one then, wonderful. 

“It's just that the bloke is a complete tool. He's rude to everyone's assistant and then if he does manage to book a gig, he's a nightmare to work with. If he calls again, tell him no.” Eddie looks hungover to all hell. 

“Can I get you anything? Food, fresh juice?” Steve offers. “Yeah actually, Sue has put some pizza in the fridge, can you put it in?” Eddie asks as he collapses into the chair in the corner of the room. Steve doesn't need to be told twice, he heads straight to the kitchen, places the pizza in the oven and then pours Eddie a glass of apple juice. 

“Good night?” Steve asks as he re-enters the room and passes Eddie his drink. “Yeah it was good. And yours, do anything fun, Kitten.” Eddie replies before downing his glass of juice.

“Last night was good. I have acknowledged to a bunch of requests for interviews and photoshoots, also I booked your annual health review with your doctor and I put in the order that was left on the desk.” Steve starts and Eddie looks impressed. “Did you want to go through the requests now?” Steve offers. 

“Christ no. I'm going to eat this food and go to bed. Oh actually on second thoughts can you pull up Izzy Clarkson’s gossip blog on that thing.” Eddie indicates the computer as he walks over, pulling up the computer chair from the other desk, sliding into Steve's space making his breath hitch at the sudden proximity. Steve shakes himself and goes to the requested page and starts scrolling for last night/this morning's blogs. 

“Stop there” Eddie instructs and Steve watches Eddie as he groans and mutters a small “Fuck it ” at the headline .

Rocker Spotted with Male Alpha.

Bad boy of rock Eddie Munson was spotted last night with an unknown male alpha in the corner of the VIP section of Mirage, the downtown club known for its famous clientele. 

A source who was at the club at the same time as Munson told a reporter that ‘If I was Heather I would be fuming with the cheating alpha. Munson was all over the unknown male alpha and they were seen in one of the booth’s grinding on each other as Munson put his hand in the back of the Alpha's pants.” It's obviously true because Eddie has slumped back into the

chair looking grave.

“Oh” is all Steve can lamely offer to the conversation. 

“Would some chocolate’s help?” Steve asks, trying to lighten the mood. Eddie just shakes his head. “I don't do apology gifts, babe. She's bound to be here any minute, I'm gonna take my food up to the studio, send her up when she gets here please.” Eddie stands and heads through the door to the kitchen. 

What the fuck. How can Eddie be so casual about the fact he's just cheated on his partner? I guess that clears up Steve's wondering about Eddie's preferences, it appears he will go with anyone who has a pulse, lovely. Steve promises there and then not to get mixed up with Eddie Munson, no matter how attractive the alpha is.

Steve feels anxious for the rest of the day, he keeps expecting a rightfully angry Heather Holloway to burst in and have a blazing argument with Eddie but nothing. 

Seven o’clock rolls around and Steve signs off for the day. He heads upstairs to the studio to see if Eddie wants food and is stopped in his tracks at the door. Eddie's inside playing the acoustic guitar and singing. “I can hear you out there.” Eddie calls out. 

“Sorry, I didn't want to disturb your flow. Did you want food?” Steve asks tentatively. 

“No thanks chick. I have to go meet Heather for dinner, you know to show the press it's all bullshit ahead of her big premiere.” Eddie rolls his eyes and doesn't sound impressed.

“Ah, you have spoken with her then. Was she mad?” 

“You could say that but she won't let anything overshadow the big movie release next week so I'm being treated like a show pony tonight to keep her happy.” Eddie doesn't honestly look like he gives a shit about his girlfriend’s movie.

“I read about her premiere, that's exciting.” Steve tries to make a positive comment. 

“I will get you tickets.” Eddie promises and Steve can't help but feel excited about the comment. “Oh, yeah that would be awesome. I might see if my new friend Chrissy wants to join me.” Steve tells Eddie. 

“Chrissy?” Eddie questions. “Yeah she's another pa. She works with Jackson Fletcher. We met today via email and hit it off.” Steve tells his boss.

“Not like that I hope." Eddie looks unamused, Steve's decided he's not taking it to heart and just pushes past the comment.

“That song was beautiful by the way, was it one of yours?” Steve can't help but ask. 

Eddie laughs. “Yeah Steve, it was one of mine. Not that you would know the difference. It wasn't sung by Mc-whatever you're into crap.” Steve can't help but blush, Eddie isn't wrong. 

“Right, I better get a move on before I'm in more trouble. Did you get the message to book flights for my mate?” Eddie asks as he stands up and stretches. “No, sorry I must have missed it. Give me the details and I will sort it now before I turn in.”

“Cool. Flights are for Billy Hargrove, he's coming out Friday morning from Gatwick. Stick him in first class, my credit card is here.” Eddie hands over the card. 

Is he coming for a visit?” Steve asks.

“Yeah and no. He's my oldest friend, he's also a journalist who's trying to make it into the writing world so I said I will give him the job of doing my autobiography to launch his career.” Eddie informs him. 

Steve can't help but smile warmly thinking of a younger Eddie, kicking a football around and just being a kid, before all the fame and well all of this. Steve can't wait to meet Billy. 

“Don't get any ideas, Stevie. I was serious he might be an alpha but I don't let my friends fuck my staff.” Eddie states as he walks out the room leaving Steve standing there not knowing what the hell just happened. 

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Steve’s first week working for Eddie Munson passes in a blur. He hates to be too smug but he thinks he’s making real progress with learning the role. The only thing he has really had to complain about was the two interactions he’s had to have with Martin.

Steve’s trying to be a big bad omega and not let the beta bother him but Steve can't help it, Martin just gives him the creeps. He reminds Steve of the villain that kidnaps people and holds them in his secret lair in horror films. Still, he is proud of himself, he’s successfully managed to suck it up both times the beta has spoken down to him, he’s just smiled and bitten the inside of his cheek. Steve had just listened and made all the relevant notes when Martin talked him through the upcoming show, the places Eddie needed to be over the next few weeks. What shocked Steve was the begrudging smile he received when he saw that Steve had already booked the three appointments Eddie needed and had began to deal with all of Eddie's social media accounts. 

Steve woke up on the Saturday after he arrived in L.A to a video from Dustin and Suzie’s gender reveal party. A boy 

Dustin was having a boy, Steve couldn't help but let a few tears fall. It’s absolutely ridiculous of course, he knew things like this would happen. The U.k pack couldn't stop living just because he moved away but would he have taken all of them with him if he could? Obviously, in a heartbeat, he knew it wasn't practical but that didn't mean he wasn't sad and missing them all. He allows himself the time it takes to shower and get dressed for the day to wallow before he pulls himself together, he decides that later today he's going to do some baby shopping. It's going to be so cool to send Dustin some baby items from the states, sure it's going to cost a bit to ship home but he would give every penny he has to Dustin. 

Steve realises as he’s applying his skin care that he needs to remember money isn’t such an issue anymore. The substantial pay rise that comes with this job had made his eyes widen the first time he checked his bank account a few days ago. He's never been poor or struggled but he's always had to be careful with money, living in London isn't cheap. Still, this was all going to take some getting used to and what better way to start than baby shopping? Eddie paid him a bonus for moving that's roughly the same amount as six months of his salary from his job at the law firm. If he takes the job permanently he's going to be getting a large relocation bonus and that's without his weekly salary. Honestly it's all a little overwhelming. 

Has it really only been a week? It feels like it’s been a lifetime since he left. He wonders, not for the first time since arriving, how he's going to make it through his first heat without his pack. Luckily they had all scented clothes for his nest that was still in his suitcase in a scent lock bag, half of him wants to build a nest now to help with his pang of homesickness but he knows he would hate to cost any of the pack money to send items back out.

All this is small worries of course, the big thing troubling Steve is the rockstar himself. 

Eddie hasn't been unkind or cold towards him but Eddie has a very nonchalant attitude towards everything in his life, Steve thinks. He has to admit that Eddie is a little spoiled and has a sort of self entitled outlook but then again his level of fame is bound to give him an ego. It does confuse Steve a bit when Eddie flirts with him, when he calls him pretty kitty for instance but he thinks again that's just Eddie's way. 

Something Steve has accepted but can't deny but still shocks him a little is that Eddie, in only a week has basically become the center of his universe. From the minute he's up in the morning all the way through to bed time he's thinking about Eddie, thinking about his wants and needs, does Eddie have an appointment that needs booking? Is Eddie hungry? Has he taken his medication? Has the alpha got enough sleep? Is there anything he needs Steve to go out and buy for him? The list is never-ending. 

But to Eddie, Steve seems like an afterthought, he's just there like background noise, he's nothing but a passing second thought in Eddie's day. Steve is sure he doesn't even cross the alphas mind when all Steve does is think about Eddie, it’s making him feel every bit the pathetic, simping omega he knows Robin would call him if he confessed any of this. Steve groans because oh god he's really being pathetic and he refuses to let Robin be right.

He DOES NOT have a crush on Eddie flipping Munson.

He’s just being a good employee. Sure he never worried this much about Murray but this situation is completely different, it's more intense, it's like comparing apples and oranges. The only similarity is they are both fruit, like both men happen to be his boss. 

He needs to get downstairs for food and stop getting in his head about it all, after all he's got a premier to attend tonight. Steve was sure Eddie had forgotten about his offer to get him a ticket to attend the premier, he wasn't going to be childish about it by sitting and sulking or making comments but when Eddie walked into the office yesterday evening as he was about to wrap up his day with a smile on his face and two tickets in hand, Steve can't deny he felt like a giddy child on Christmas eve. 

“Two tickets for you here, bring your friend.” Eddie smiles lazily, dropping them on his desk. “My friend?” Steve can't help but feel confused. 

“Yeah Jackson's pa, Christine.” Eddie looks at him like he's slightly dense and yeah he feels a little stupid. A small thrill that Eddie had actually been paying attention to Steve when he assumed he was just nodding making it look like he was interested. 

“Chrissy.” Steve corrects. “Yeah, I will call her now and confirm with her. Thank you so much for the tickets, Eddie. I really appreciate it.” Steve had picked the tickets up and held them to his chest, his instincts would be to hug the alpha but their relationship was nowhere near that. 

“Don't sweat it kitten, I will probably see you there. Be careful though, yeah.” Eddie looks more serious then Steve has seen him so far and he can’t help but give a confused sound, what could possibly happen to him and Chrissy at a busy event. The look on Eddie’s face shows he’s not impressed with Steve’s casual attitude.

“Two omegas out on the town unescorted. Steve I’m serious, don’t put your drinks down, don't take a drink from strangers.” Eddie lectured and Steve wants to scoff but he has to admit It's incredibly sweet how Eddie cared for his staff.

“God ok, Dad, I promise.” Steve tried to joke, not wanting Eddie to know how touched he was to be one of the people Eddie was caring about now. 

“Oh, Stevie, Stevie.” Eddie has a shit eating grin, making Steve squirm for what’s to come. “I didn't have you down as the daddy kink type, kitten.” Eddie purred, laughing as Steve flushed bright red. 

Steve could still hear Eddie laughing to himself all the way through the kitchen, asshole. Steve has to clamp his thighs together and take deep breaths, the way Eddie purred his name just did things to him. Steve was so glad he carried on the practice of wearing blockers even if Eddie told him it’s fine if he didn’t.

He has Saturday’s off, well he had to work every third Saturday but then he got either the Friday or Monday off instead depending on what his schedule was looking like. Martin had warned him that when the new album and tour kicked off, rest days would be far and few but then again, Eddie was generous with allowing his staff time off apparently. Steve had enquired about flying back to the UK in a few months when the baby was born. Martin assured him that as long as he was willing to work remotely and it didn't conflict with important dates it should be fine. 

Today was one of the days he was off, he decided to go down and swim for a bit after breakfast, maybe even use the gym equipment. His mother had drummed into him that just because he's an omega and they are meant to be softer, it didn't mean he can let himself go. 

***********

Returning to his room that afternoon he feels a giddy excitement. Searching through his wardrobe he realises he probably should have spent the morning shopping not working out and catching up with his friends, not that he regrets the latter for a second. However his wardrobe seriously did not have enough wow factor for a movie premiere. 

Chrissy had told him that she's just wearing jeans and a top because they weren't allowed to walk the red carpet as guests so there was no point in going over the top with their outfits. Steve narrowed his choices down to two outfits, both from UK high street chains. 

His choices are his favourite pink shirt that shows off his chest hair, with a pair of black skinny jeans that have diamante details on the outer seam of the leg, both items from Topshop or his light blue slightly baggy jumpsuit from New Omega, it was specifically created for male omega's and even he admits it makes his ass look amazing. 

He decides to go and get some food while making his choice. It's only four pm, so a lot earlier than he would typically eat but Hop is due to pick him up at six so it leaves him plenty of time to eat and then get ready. He decided he's going to do a really light natural makeup look, he doesn't normally bother on his day to day but when he goes out, even to watch a movie he likes to feel a little more in touch with his omega side it just makes him feel a little more confident. 

Just as he finishes his pasta, the buzzer goes off, Steve shuffles over to the phone. “Hello?” He doesn't mean to sound so unsure if he's meant to answer it but he guesses as Eddie's pa he's allowed. 

“Is that you Steve?” A voice, Ben, he thinks asks. “Yeah, it's me.” 

“I thought so, I have Miss Holloway here to see Eddie. She should be with you in a second.” As the last word leaves Ben the door knocks.  “Thanks Ben, I got her.” 

Steve opens the door feeling a little thrill of excitement, he has watched the show Heather starred in with Robin obsessively. She played a teen in the 80s who worked in her local community pool as a lifeguard. It was full of steamy romance with her co-star and general teen drama. 

Steve tries to school his face to not look like a typical weird fan as he opens the door. Heather practically storms into the house looking bitter. She spun to stare him down “and who are you?” She all but spits out at him. She's beautiful, obviously. Jet black curly hair, expressive brown eyes that are doing a very cold stare in his direction and bright red lips that are pouting. 

“Hi, I'm Steve, Mr Munson’s new pa. It's great to meet you, Miss Holloway.” he offers a hand, he went to say Eddie but figured Steve sounding so familiar with her boyfriend wouldn’t go too well. She just glares at him causing him to flush and retract his hand. 

“You’re British.” It's not a question, it's a statement. “Eddie, never said he had a new pa. Are you a beta?” She sniffs the air as she asks with more rudeness than Steve knew was possible to put into a simple sentence, suddenly Steve wishes he was anywhere else. 

“I am British, I started last Saturday and no, I'm an omega.” Steve has to put every effort into not being rude. 

He doesn't expect the next thing out her mouth, he's left completely dumbstruck when Heather spins on her heels and practically screams. “Edward, you fucking hired another fucking omega.” 

What shocks Steve more is that she doesn't even go towards Eddie's room; she stands at the bottom of the stairs and shrieks like a child. 

“Bloody hell, Heather. I was trying to record.” Eddie appears, looking equally unimpressed.

She scowls a little as Eddie jogs down the stairs, flinging her arms around his neck when he is level with her. “Hi baby, how are you?” She suddenly sounds sweet and completely fake, Steve wants to roll his eyes but he figures his boss won't appreciate it. 

“I'm fine, why are you screaming about my staff's designation?” Eddie still looks annoyed. Being referred to as ‘staff” stings a little, he's not sure why though because that's what he is. 

“I was just surprised you took on a” she glares at Steve again “male omega.” The tone she uses is like he's something disgusting she stepped in. 

“Hey, I won't have you being rude to Steve. Go upstairs and wait for me in my room.” Eddie dead pans, she doesn't argue or offer an apology, she just huffs and stomps upstairs. 

“Sorry about her kitten. Being a beta she doesn't love the idea of me working so closely with an omega but she will just have to get over herself.” Eddie winks as he turns to go upstairs. Steve can't help but feel a small victory over the fact that Eddie just dissed his girlfriend to him. 

An hour and a half later, Steve was making his way back downstairs. He decided on the jumpsuit, he paired it with his favourite chain and some baby blue flower earrings. 

He stops on the stairs at the sound of raised voices. “Eddie, you promised me and after your stunt at the weekend you owe me.” Heather yelled. Wonderful, so she’s still in a bad mood.

“No Heather, your manager told me I would be following you up the red carpet like a fucking puppy begging for your attention. I said I would show but I never agreed to be paraded around like a rock ken doll.” Eddie spat back. “You go get in your limo, I need to calm down, I'm taking a bike.”

“More like you're going to come with him.” she bites out and Steve guesses he's ‘him’. “Why is he even coming Eddie?”

“Get a grip Heather. Just because he's an omega doesn't mean I'm going to fuck him. He's highly recommended and fucking good at his job so your going to have to learn to live with him being around me because Steve, is going nowhere.” 

Steve shouldn't be listening to this and he definitely shouldn't be preening at Eddie defending him. The door slams and he guesses she's gone. 

Steve doesn't want to be caught listening in so he carries on down the stairs hoping his face won't give him away. 

“God, you look hot.” Eddie says in a way of a greeting.“Yeah, yeah.” Steve brushes off, glad Eddie has no way of knowing that he has his special underwear on to stop the scent of slick permeating the air, Eddie's compliments just prove how necessary the underwear are.

“Heather is going to be fuming you look good enough to eat, kitten.” Steve scoffs.  “Babe, I'm not actually joking,” Eddie laughs. 

And oh fuck. “Should I go and change, I don't want to upset her.” 

“Fuck no. It's her issue not yours.” Eddie shrugs and Steve feels confused. It wasn't that long ago Steve  was just staff but now here he is, disregarding his girlfriend’s feelings again. 

“I'm gonna take my bike chick. Wanna join?” Eddie gives him a flirty wink. 

Steve can feel himself flush and he knows Eddie has noticed if the amused smirk is anything to go by, fuck he wants to get on the alphas bike with him. Robin would be squealing with delight at the idea of Steve plastering himself to the alpha’s back. 

“As much as I would absolutely love to, I think your girlfriend is pissed off enough without me turning up on the back of your bike.” Steve cocks an eyebrow and does what Dustin calls his mum pose. 

“Eh, you're probably right.” Eddie laughs.

~~~~~

“Oh my god Steve. You are cuter than in your photo.” Chrissy exclaimed as she planted a kiss on each cheek. She's adorable, with a slight frame and strawberry blonde hair, she looks casual in light wash skinny jeans and a black glittery top. 

“Back at you.” Is all Steve can manage as they meet in the foyer. 

Steve had got a glimpse at the red carpet and was starstruck when he saw Hayley Atwell and Amelia Clarke. 

“I'm so excited for this film. I love a good rom-com and I love Kit Locke” Chrissy exclaimed as they grabbed a drink and headed to their seats. 

The omega's pass the time before the movie began chatting about everything and anything, Robin would always be his platonic soulmate but he could see himself easily becoming besties with Chrissy. Steve has a million questions about his new lifestyle and Chrissy answers all of them with patience and assures him that he can call anytime with any questions. 

Two and a half hours later and Steve is grabbing a sparkling pink concoction at the glitzy after party. The stars of the film and the other celebrities are all in the v.i.p section while the other commoners are left in the main room. 

“So what did you think?” Steve asks Chrissy who immediately giggles. 

“Well Kit was amazing as ever. I loved him in heart-throbs but it's great seeing him in a more grown up role. You Brits are sure talented” she beams. 

“Yeah he was good, he's also fucking hot.” Steve blurts out and oh, the alcohol has gone to his head leaving him giggly and loose-lipped. 

“Ask Eddie to introduce you. He could probably get us back to the v.i.p area.” Chrissy laughed. 

“I'm not asking Eddie to get me back there so I can try to bonk his girlfriend's co-star no matter how gorgeous he is.” Steve laughs, then jumps out his skin when a hand touches his waist, feeling lips by his ear. “I thought we agreed you wouldn't be a naughty kitten in public.” Eddie's amused voice states, making him spin around.

“God Eddie, you scared me, this is Chrissy.” Steve is totally deflecting and Eddie knows it from the knowing smirk. 

“Hello Chrissy. I'm Eddie, pleasure to meet you.” Eddie smiles and kisses Chrissy on the cheek making Steve feel the smallest bit of jealousy as the other omega giggles. 

“Pleasure’s all mine. Sorry about that, me and Steve were just swapping notes on the film. Heather was wonderful.” Chrissy smiles and it doesn't quite meet her eyes, making Steve sure she's lying. 

“Are you just getting here Eddie? Why aren't you back there with Heather?” Steve can't help but ask, alcohol making him feel braver than normal. 

“Ah, I didn't really fancy it. I ran enough lines with her that I got the rough picture of what had happened, I don't think I could have pretended to enjoy it with people watching for my reaction. I’m a singer, not an actor after all.” He shrugs, taking a drink from a passing waiter then pulling a face at its sweetness. 

Again, Eddie is giving Steve the feeling that he isn't 100% into the relationship he's in, not that Steve really knows what Eddie is like of course, he's only known his boss for seven days. 

“Tell me what happened in the end so I can make it look like I was sitting with you.” 

“Absolutely not, Eddie. I won't lie for you.” Steve mock scolds, only a tiny bit of heat in his words. 

“Fat lot of good you are. What do I pay you for?” 

“Hey Baby, there you are.” Heather's fake voice cuts through their conversation. As she gets closer she hisses through clenched teeth, “where the fucking hell were you?”

"Inspiration struck just as you left so I followed on with Steve, didn't I.” Eddie looks at him daring him to lie. 

 Heather turned her death stare at him and honestly if she was a nicer person he might feel guilty about lying. “Absolutely, Eddie was just saying how much he enjoyed you helping Kit stop his stalker in the end, brilliant cliffhanger.” Steve lies easily.

“Thanks.” She rolls her eyes. 

“Eddie, come on, people are waiting for us.” Heather speaks to Eddie like a child before grabbing his arm and leading him to the back of the room. 

“Wow, isn’t she delightful.” Chrissy laughed. Then she groans, “talking of delightful.” A small woman with dark curly hair and a ‘haven't got time for this’ look on her face approached them. 

“Chrissy, how are you? How's Jackson? Is he still sleeping with anything that moves or have you two finally stopped pretending you're not at it like bunnies?” the woman asks, sounding as bitchy as possible, Steve dislikes her instantly. 

“I'm fine Nancy, so is Jackson.” Chrissy replies with a smile, clearly deciding to ignore the other comments. 

“This is Steve, Eddie Munson's new pa. Steve, this is Nancy wheeler, she works for Stacey Lane” Chrissy introduces them and Nancy turns the cold glare into him instead. So this woman works for Stacey Lane, that honestly makes sense. Stacey is an influencer who's only famous because her dad is a famous director. 

“Yeah, Johnathan said he tried to book a photoshoot with Eddie but his new pa is too wet behind the ears to do the job properly. I told Jonathan that surely it's just one of those over exaggerated rumours because there is no way Eddie would employ someone who's never been a cpa before." Her bitchy laugh makes Steve want to throw his drink over her. 

“Johnny as in the photographer?” Steve asks in a bored tone. She scowls at him. 

“Yes, Johnathan.” Steve can't help but smirk as Nancy correctes him. “is my alpha.”

“Oh, that's nice. It must be wonderful having a mate that works in the field, it makes understanding the work stress better.” Steve replies, voice as honey sweet as he can manage. 

“So how did you get the job as Eddie's pa with no experience. You know there's plenty lining up to take over when you inevitably quit from the pressure.” She smirks and before Steve can respond she's talking again. 

“I got told that you are an omega, what made him take you on? We all thought that Eddie didn't hire omegas after the disaster that was Paige.” Nancy clearly doesn't like the fact Steve isn't biting back. 

Just as he opens his mouth, Chrissy jumps across him. “Does it matter how he got the job? He doesn't owe you an explanation and yeah he's a male omega and what of it? Are you feeling threatened because he's currently the only male omega cpa in LA? Are you worried Stacey is going to want to join in on the trend.” She bites out and for her size Chrissy is impressively scary, he can't help but laugh as Nancy stalks away looking like she's been slapped when her boss calls her name. They laugh even more when they hear Stacy scolding her for her behaviour in public. 

“Oh she's such a bitch.” Chrissy scowls. 

“Really, I thought she was perfectly charming.” Steve replied sarcastically, making Chrissy look at him like he's grown an extra head. “After how she spoke to you?”

He takes pity on her. “Sorry, I was being sarcastic.” 

“Oh god, you Brits and your sarcasm, I will have to learn to get the hand of it.” She laughs going a bit pink. 

“Chrissy, am I really the only male omega in the business at the moment?” 

“Yeah, most of the pa’s are all intrigued by you. Some celebs do have male alpha's or betas as personal assistants and obviously female omega’s.” Chrissy starts and Steve feels gripped by it for some reason, probably because he still can't understand why he got the job.

“Honestly Steve, Nobody can work out why Eddie wanted a male omega even though they can understand why he wanted a fellow Brit. You need to be careful of the other pa’s, some of them will befriend you just to get the gossip about Eddie.” She looks serious then goes wide eyed.

“Oh crap, that sounds bad like I'm trying to warn you off so I can take advantage but that's not the case Steve I promise. I'm not like that. I had it done to me when I first started working for Jackson and I just wish someone warned me is all. God that made me sound so guilty.” She groans. He just laughs at her. “Not at all, you sound too genuine to be like that, her on the other hand.” He bobs his head in Nancy’s direction.

“She's the worst, she hates male Omega's and what's worse is she sees herself and Johnathan as some powerful dream team couple, she's probably scared you being on the scene will affect all the attention they draw in.” 

Steve stares over at Nancy so she doesn't like him because he's an omega. He's just glad he has Chrissy in his corner. Tonight has definitely given him a lot to think about.