05

Amelia Pov.

 

 

"You are good, right?" The dick-headed human next to me finally asked, after a long silence between us two.

 

"Very well, Thank you, " I murmured, and then lay on the bed.

 

 

"Alright then, I guess my work here is done, " he exclaimed, and then stood to his feet, ready to walk off.

 

"And who are you leaving me for?" I asked, beckoning to him with my hands as he stopped to look at me.

 

 

"We have no business together. I really need to go, or would you like to replace a slut tonight?" He asked as I smirked.

 

He is definitely a whore man, I guess. Just a few minutes into his pack, he already thinks of what to do with a whore woman just like him.

 

 

"Why would I want to engage in anything with a slutty man?" I mutter, crossing my two hands over my breast as he groans. It seems my words hit him hard.

 

"Don't call me that, you damn ass hole, "he yelled at me.

 

 

"As if that is not what you are!" I mutter to his ears.

 

 

"And you think you are in the right sense to judge me for what I'm paying you to do?" He smiled, pointing his fingers at me while slowly taking a step closer to me.

 

Scared and astonished by his response, I began to move backwards into the bed until I got to the edge of the bed.

 

 

I stop moving as he stares at me, his eyes boring deeper into mine. We both maintain an intense eye lock with each other.

 

 

"And you think you are perfectly different from me? I don't want a mate to border my life, and you actually need my money to leave your luxurious lifestyle," he mutters as he stares at me.

 

"And your mate would be twice ashamed of you, if the poor wolf knew how slutty of a man you are." I mutter, making a mental note with my hands.

 

 

Somehow I felt connected to him, with my wolf wanting him and the craving I felt whenever I was with him.

 

There is something I can't seem to get whenever I'm around him.

 

His closeness to me is causing me to shudder backwards,  soon he stopped talking and then began to stare at me.

 

"Your eyes are beautiful," he said to me, while his hands slowly found their way to my waist as he drew me closer to him.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked, My breath is unstable. He ignored me and started  moving his hands down, all over my body.

His touch became intense; his hands left my waist to my lip, and he rubbed slowly on it, causing me to moan in anticipation.

 

"You are beautiful! " he mutters to me again as he slowly lowers his head down while staring deeply at my face.

 

My eyes suddenly went soft. I was lost staring at his beautiful hazel eyes, his handsome face, and his hard but soft, tender chest.

 

I was glued to him, and as my whole body began to vibrate, all I wanted right now was his touch, just like the first one.

 

Just like what had happened the first day at the club, how he had his hand all over me suddenly flashed through my mind.

 

We both needed each other at the moment, and just with our reactions to each other, it is way too much evidence to overlook.

 

"No, Ami, this isn't you. You can't be lusting over a man who would only use you and dump you. He is a slut. Stop lusting over him!" That was all that was ringing in my ears, but my body and flesh have their own alternatives.

 

I shouldn't be this close to him, and I shouldn't be doing this right now.

 

I can't let him take control of my subconscious mind.

"Stop !" I yelled at him, and immediately he bent over to take my lips on his.

 

My mind flashed back to my mate and how he had started, which later ended up in premium tears.

 

 

I can't be doing this. He looks strangely at me and then draws a few miles away from me with a sigh.

 

 

"Why are you making me lose my mind over you? How come you have so much effect on me? Who the fuck are you?" He asked me as he ruffled his head out in frustration.

 

 

"We shouldn't be doing this right now; go out there and look for a whore, your thing, "I said, pointing at his already hard dick that was ready for action.

 

 

"You need to be serviced before it loses control and gets  the wrong person. "I finally gather the courage to mutter to him as he looks at me.

 

Embarrassed by my statement,he held onto his trousers while he tried to use his hands to cover in between his legs.

 

I stared lustfully at him,even when I was trying very hard to control my own urge. I was resisting the urge to go to him, the urge to grab him and crushed my lips on his, which soon began to overwhelm me as I stared lustfully at him.

 

"Get a hold of yourself, Amiiii!" This isn't you, "I said with a snap, wishing this wouldn't be happening to me right now.

 

 

"I'm off ,see you around!" He said, after a slow glare at me, with that he turned to walk away as I heaved a heavy sigh of relief at the fact that he was gone.

 

 

I fell back to the bed immediately after he locked the door behind me, taking a deeper breath to calm my nerves.

 

"What the hell just happened? This is too soon, Ami. You can't fall in love with him when you just met him yesterday!" I exclaimed to myself and then hit my cheeks.

 

"Ouch, that was painful, "I mutter.

 

 

 

 

I stood up to my feet after some minutes and then went back to the bathroom to clean off the mess I made of my dress earlier. Coming back to the bed, I exhaled loudly and then slowly walked back to the mirror while staring at myself.

 

The door cracked open, revealing Ashlyn in the room.

"What the hell!!" I couldn't finish my words; all I could feel was his lip on mine.

Causing me to go mute and short of words.