ETHANSweat glides down my forehead as my eyes flutter open. My whole shirt is soaked, even my bed, and as the memory of what happened last night floods in, I drive my fist into the walls. Not only did he invade my privacy by peeping, he made me drop to my knees and fed me some wine. Fuck this. He made me so aroused and needy and throbbing, and he leaves after giving a damn order? Slipping into the bathroom, I have a quick shower because I'm late. Running a towel over my hair, my screen lits up with Jaz's face. Swallowing down the guilt that makes it hard to breathe, I place the phone on my ears, staring at my reflection in the mirror. “Hey, Jaz.“ “Ethan.“ Her warm voice fills my heart with even more guilt. “I'm just checking in,” she continues. “I woke up feeling a little empty because you're not here. When will you be back?“ “Today.“ I say with force cheerfulness. “I'll be there…. before.. the day runs out.“ As much as I try not to stammer, I do due to the guilt that's almost ch
ALEXANDERIt's past midnight. The charity gala ended hours ago with a scowling Ethan. Due to his pretty appearance at the gala, even after I'd bought him back, some women still wanted to hook up with him, get to know him. I had to drag him out of there. He was so close to exploding, the thought of him staring at me that way brings a small smile to my lips. I'm seated at the edge of my bed, chest bare, fingers wrapped around a glass of wine. I have no idea why I'm thinking about him—his flushed face at the gala, his half smile and how the tux heightened his sharp look. I can almost see Ethan looking deliciously sinful with a seducing smile on his lips. What the hell is wrong with me? Grabbing the shirt of my grey pajamas, I step out of my room, still holding the glass of wine. I tell myself I just need to give Ethan another order, make him miserable before he closes his eyes to sleep—but my arousal says otherwise. I find myself standing outside his door, and as much as I know I sho
MARINETTE“Hey, Marinette! You've got new arrivals!” Josh stops his old bike in front of the bookstore, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Small strands of his dirty blonde hair peep from his blue face cap. He points at the new books, warm blue orbs locked on mine. “What do you think?” Pushing back the keys of the bookstore into the pocket of my wide leg pants, I hurry to pick up the books. “I never thought I'd get them so early!” I laugh, picking up the one that catches my attention. ‘Mated to the Biker Alpha Twins’“Well, a ‘thank you’ would do.” Josh winks, rolling up the sleeves of his grey shirt. Shoving the book under my armpit, I give him a quick hug and he chuckles. “A minute longer isn't going to hurt, Marinette.” I roll my eyes. “It's going to be a busy day today, I better get to work.” I try to pack up the new arrivals, but Josh stops me, his fingers brushing against mine. “I'll do that. They're too heavy.” I pull my sleeves. “I'm not some fragile woman, you know?” “
ETHAN I hate him. I hate him. I hate this version of Killan, the obsessed psychopath hiding under the name of Alexander Grey. For the Gala, he made me wear an expensive red tailored suit. It looks sharp, stunning, but it feels like I'm dressed up like a pet. His pet. While we walk into the Charity gala, all eyes are on us. Alexander's in a black tuxedo that enhances his features and gives him the look of a Greek god. His silver hair isn't slicked back like always, it falls over his brows, taking him years back. He looks younger. Manipulative. Seductive. He makes me hate and want him at the same time. “Stick with me, smile when I ask you to, and don't speak to anyone unless you're asked to.” Alexander whispers into my ears, his wet lips brushing against it slightly. I have no idea if the action is deliberate, but I shove my arousal aside and shoot him a glance that says ‘what on earth do you take me for?’ “Stop treating me like a pet.” I bite. “If I say you're one, then you're o
ALEXANDERA groan slips from my lips as I get out of bed. I thought the fever had subsided, but it's clearly still there. My whole body feels sore, but I'm not one to succumb to weakness. I ignore my pounding headache and slip into the bathroom to have a quick shower. In a few minutes, I'm standing before the mirror, brushing my hair and adjusting my outfit. Rolling up the sleeves of my black button down shirt, I take a moment to glance at my phone. Hudson's text lit up my screen. ‘Alpha, I…uh, have a hangover. I'll skip breakfast and meet you at the gala.’ Without bothering to reply, I slip my phone back in my pocket and head out to a private lounge for breakfast. ~~The low hum of the espresso machine rings in my ears as I step into a coffee house. A few comfy leather chairs are around a coffee table, stray magazines left by customers resting on them. Employees walk around, dishing out orders in their casual shirts and skirts, and as I slip into a seat next to a window, one o
ETHANThin streams of blood trickle from his palm to his torso, like even his blood is taking every moment to caress his smooth skin. He's bleeding, but my cock throbs hard against my jeans, heat rising up my neck as my eyes trail lower. “It's just a small injury,” Hudson's voice interrupts my train of thoughts, as he wraps his arms around a blonde. Alexander glances at me—like he badly wants to punish me for what I said—before stalking away with his palm in his pocket. While the ladies keep teasing me about my moment with Jaz, my phone rings. It's Jaz. Excusing myself from the hot tub, guilt coils in my stomach on how my brain's flooded with Alexander's scent instead of hers. Stepping into my room—that’s just next to Alexander's—I place my phone on my ears, drawing up the curtains to have a better look at the view of the sea. Her soft voice vibrates against my ears. “Baby, hey…” “Hey, honey.” I whisper, fighting the burn in my throat. This is wrong. Badly. I shouldn't be thinking