Harley’s P.O.V.
What?
Carlos’s bizarre reason took me aback, flushing my face instantly. I didn’t know how he could come up with such ideas and mustered up the courage to say them with a straight face?
“You don’t have to sleep on this bed. It’s mine.”
Processing the shock of his statement, I managed to utter my opposition. But he shrugged, sinking further into my poor excuse of a mattress.
“Well, there’s no guarantee of it. Besides, you need a space that is safe and close to work.”
Although my heart raced at the mere possibility of such an occurrence, I feigned anger and glared at him.
“Let me guess, you have already chosen my new apartment.”
“Keys are in my pocket.” Alpha spoke smoothly. “Want to dig them out?”
Gosh!
Carlos grinned wider as Star started jumping on the side of his bed to climb into his lap again, completely unbothered. I could only gaze helplessly at that infuriating, bossy, too-handsome-for-his-own-good Alpha.
He picked up Star in his arms and spoke autho
