Chapter Four

IV: A Victim of Twisted Fate

Alyssa's POV

I could feel Knox stiffening behind me, his weight disappearing on my back. Confusion replaced the earlier arousal I felt and when I turned to look at him, the man looked sober than earlier, as if a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over his head. 

"Why did you stop?" I asked him, voice full of disappointment. 

"I don't do virgins. Virgins can be clingy and whiny once you've taken their virginity. I hate that shit." He replied coldly and I watched him put his boxers on, giving me a glimpse of the monster hiding beneath the thin fabric before it disappeared. "And this shouldn't have happened in the first place. I got too much to drink and I almost fūcked you. Shit." His voice was laced with regret and anger directed at himself.

My ego was hurt by his statement and I angrily copied him, frustrated that he didn't finish what he started, and angry at myself for letting the alcohol and desperation cloud my mind. 

"And really? How old are you? Twenty-four or something and you're still a virgin?" He mocked me, snorting under his breath and putting the last piece of clothing which was his shirt. I almost felt sorry for the poor cloth when it stretched over his ripped body. I shook my head to get my mind off the gutter.

"I'm twenty-three, asshole." I snapped angrily at him and stood up. "Do not tell anyone about this. I don't care if you're an Alpha or whatever. You breathe a word about this and I will haunt you. It's embarrassing enough that I let someone like you touch me." 

"Someone like me, huh? As if you weren't begging me to fūck you not even five minutes ago. Really, I didn't peg the oh-so-great Alyssa Graham to act like a slut, but then again, you always had that aura on you."

"You jerk!" 

I attempted to slap him and he easily grabbed my wrist, bending my arm behind my back, making me yelp in pain.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you act like a cat in heat when you're drunk, Graham, and I expect you to do the same, or else it will be your last words. I won't touch you again even with a gun pointed at me." He hissed in my ear and let me go, making me almost stumble but caught myself. I glared hatefully at him, now fully sober and filled with regret that I let my enemy see that side of me. 

"Don't let me see your face again." I spat, pushing past him and opening the door.

"We'll see about that." He said behind me and I didn't turn around, although his words confused me.

I ignored his men standing outside the door and walked straight to the elevator, my heavy feet connecting with the cold floor of the hotel. When I was inside the elevator, I groaned and held my head, cursing the handsome devil I almost gave my virginity to. 

"Ugh! You're so stupid, Alyssa. How could you let that man touch you?" I muttered to myself, grabbing my hair in frustration and leaning on the elevator wall. 

Despite hating our interaction, I can't deny that what I experienced was beyond... amazing. Knox knows how to use his hands. He knows how to make you go crazy. And that was also the best orgasm I had in my life. I wonder what would have happened if we continued it? Screw myself for being a frustrated virgin!

And what did he mean by not fūcking virgins? Clingy and whiny? Hah! He's so full of himself! 

Instead of going home and hearing my father nagging at me, I went to a nearby hotel and booked a suite. I took a shower to get rid of Knox's smell clinging onto me like a second skin which is a mixture of chocolate, alcohol, sandalwood and cigarettes. I didn't bother turning my phone on and slept naked on the bed. 

The next day, I woke up late with my head aching. I regretted drinking like there was no tomorrow and my headache worsened when I remembered everything that happened. I just hope that he will keep his word. I put on my clothes, washed my face and had some breakfast before going home. My father's angry face greeted me, along with Alice's stoic face and my step-mother's concerned face, when I entered the house and I could feel the tension in the air. What happened this time?

"You fūcking disgusting whore!" He bellowed before his steel-like palm connected with my face, and he would have struck me twice if Kelly didn't stop him. 

"Stop it, hon!" 

I licked my lips, smiling bitterly when I tasted the iron taste of blood, wiping my mouth using my suit. I guess he had me followed last night. 

"I'm sorry for being a whore for living my life, father." I sarcastically said and I saw his face red with anger. 

"I don't care whatever you do with your life but you do not dishonor this family with your vulgarity!"

"Vulgarity." I repeated with a humorless laugh. 

"I don't care what you do, Alyssa. You will marry or I will kill you instead! The engagement will happen tonight and you better show up or I swear to God."

"Hon, let's go to our room, hmm? Alyssa, why don't you rest, hon?" Kelly told me and I was thankful that she dragged the old man away, but I was left with a conflicted mind. 

Tonight? He sure isn't wasting time. I wonder who that man is and how powerful his family is for him to act like that?

Once inside the room I've been using since I was a kid, I slumped on the wooden floor, lightly banging the back of my head on the door. I knew he wouldn't accept me, but hearing words of insult from him didn't make it any better. 

Alice the robot arrived in my room at four to tell me to get ready. She handed me a brand new dress for the occasion. I guess she knew it long before I did. At six, I was ready and I was forced to ride the car with my loving father and his wife. We were silent the whole ride and I didn't even look their way. I felt like a kid forced to attend a family gathering. 

We reached The Orion, a multi-million dollar restaurant where only high class people can enter. 

"You better behave yourself." My father said sternly and I smirked. 

"Or else what? You'll spank me?" 

It's taken everything in him not to beat me in front of everyone like he always does whenever I misbehave. As a rebel and an unloved child, it became my hobby to get on his nerves. Kelly guided him inside before he could say anything else and I followed behind them. I looked around and frowned at the insane amount of cars and bodyguards surrounding the place. 

'Am I marrying the president's son or what?' 

My question was answered when we entered the restaurant and a familiar face instantly greeted me along with his scent. A face I never wanted to see again and what irked me is the fact that he doesn't look surprised at all. So this is the meaning of his words. The jerk.

"Daughter, meet your future husband, Lance Volkov, and his brother, Knox Volkov." My father introduced the two standing in front of us, but my eyes remained locked at the familiar set of piercing blue gray eyes. 

"It's nice to meet you, Alyssa Graham." The asshole said, mouth curving into an amused and mischievous smile. "And no, that is incorrect Alpha, because the one your daughter would be marrying is me."

Well, shīt. And I thought my life couldn't get any worse.