Eight

Orson’s pov

“What?” 

Crowley's mouth fell open.

 He looked surprised, so I asked him for such a thing.

It was the first time I saw an emotion clearly on his face.

I am also surprised that I thought of that, I mean last night was…great.

Him on top of me, riding me.

F**k

I felt my pants tighten.

“I will repeat it” I said as I stood up from the couch making my way to him, towering.

I didn't realize that I like his honey brown eyes until yesterday night, when he stared up at me.

And it makes me want to kiss him hard and bruise.

“We should keep f**king and I will keep your secret” I said bluntly.

The expression on his face says it all, he thinks I have gone mad.

“You're joking right?” He said, with a confused smile on his face.

“No, I am not” I told him, 

His eyes widened.

I smirked,

“You must be insane,” Crowley said, glaring at me.

“Yeah I am”

“We're rivals!”

“You said we should put our 

rivalry aside”

“You know damn well what I meant by that!” Crowley yelled, he looked at me with something almost like disgust.

But my eyes were on his lips.

The way the curse rolled out of his mouth…

“I like it when you curse” 

Crowley glared at me, stepping away. He shook his head in disbelief.

“I get that you don't like me, what you requested is crazy, I don't even like you like that” Crowley said,

“Feelings doesn't have anything to do with it, we are just f**king Crowley.” 

I pulled him closer by his arm.

He tried to get out of my hold but I held him tightenly. He is quite strong.

No wonder he was passed as an alpha.

He still smells of

“Let go of me, Orson” he said pushing at me,

“Easy…” I laughed when he successfully got out of my hold, staggered back. “I am not asking you to date me, We still hate each other. We are just going hate-f**k”

“I…can't…I can't do that. We can't be seen together…” he stuttered,

I hate it when he stutters.

“That's why we would be sneaky,”

He still doesn't look convinced

“Why can't you ask for anything else?” He asked, “I am sorry I can't do it”

I smiled, “There's nothing else you can offer me, Winston.” I used his first name. “It's up to you to decide, that's the price of keeping your secret.”

Our eyes met.

Something stormed in his eyes.

Fear.

“I can't do it” he muttered and I shrugged.

“Your choice”

Crowley didn't move.

“Can I think about it?” 

“Thinking too much will ruin a lot of things, Crowley”

“You're not actually going to tell anyone right?” Crowley asked, his voice raising out of fear.

I shrugged and he looked like he was about to lose it.

“Why did you hate me so much?”

“Me?”

“It makes me think that I have done something…”

“I don't like anyone, you should know that by now” I cut him off, walking back to the couch. “When you make up your mind, you know how to reach out to me”

I felt his eyes on me before I heard him make his way out the door.

•••••••

It's been twelve hours.

I am back in my own city and my apartment, yet I am still expecting a reply from Crowley.

Why is he so slow in making decisions?

He is not scared that I might tell a media outlet?

I need him to agree to my conditions.

The door lock to my apartment beeps after unlocking it with the code.

He had always been nice to everyone, and trusted too many people.

I stepped in, a familiar scent was in the air and my wolf stirred with recognition and…

Irritation.

I dropped my bags on the floor as I pulled off my hoodie then I heard footsteps stepping down from the stairs.

When the person came to view, it was my ex-girlfriend. 

“Mila?” 

“Hey, baby” she smiled, she was wearing lingerie.

“What are you doing here?” I bellowed, I thought I made it clear I don't want her here. “And how the f**k did you get in?”

“Don't worry about that,” she laughed, walking towards me in a slow, seductive way. “Do you like what you see?”

Didn't I change the lock code?

Except she got it from my mom.

“My mom gave it to you right?” I asked, anger washed through.

The woman always likes to meddle in things that aren't her business.

“Does that matter?” 

“Get out” I said, 

“Orson, you break up suddenly and you wouldn't want to talk to me” Mila said when she reached me, “What did I do wrong? Hmm”

“Get out Mila, before I throw you out myself and never come back” I growled,

Mila stepped backwards in fear.

“Is there someone new?” She asked,

“Get out Mila” I said in a warning tone,

“You always act like this when you find something that catches your attention and it's just for a small time. You will come back to me” She said, confidently

“I am not coming back, Mila. I won't” I said,

Tears beamed in her eyes, “You will regret this, I promised” She said, turning to grab her things and left.