Taste of his own medicine.

Lucille's POV

 

The morning sun hit my eyes and I twitched. Uncomfortable, I turned away but didn’t expect to jam my nose against a hard but smooth chest. 

 

My eyes widened. Everything dawned on me faster than ever, I spent the night with Ron. Alpha of the Black Night pack, someone who could crush me if I said something wrong.

 

I looked at him sleeping. 

 

Who knew something this strong would be sleeping at my side, even being vulnerable, wasn’t he scared that I could conspire to kill him?

 

I rolled my eyes, I didn’t even have the strength to leave the bed so how can I kill someone?

 

Even asleep, he looked deadly. After observing him for a while, I made up my mind to leave. I quickly slipped away from his arms and got dressed as fast I could not even caring if I looked like a mess. 

 

Once I was done I carried my backpack, and sneaked out.

 

No bouncers were at the door. I sighed in relief. I didn’t want another drama to wake the sleeping Alpha who was always troubled.

 

The hallway was just as quiet and I ran to the bathroom and called Davis, my pen pal. After one ring, he picked up.

 

We had never really met each other so I felt like this was the perfect time for that to happen.

 

"Hey, Davis! I have something urgent—"

 

"You ran away and didn't call me," he said coldly. I raised an eyebrow, how did it he know? I wanted to ask him that but realizing that there was really no time to delay, considering the fact that Ron men could come find me, I went straight to the point.

 

"I was in a hurry. Can you pick me up? I don't want to go home."

 

I whined wriggling like a worm, but even that small action caused the pain in between my legs to jolt upwards. He was a beast, but I enjoyed every bit of it.

 

Once the call was done, I left the bathroom, pulling my hoodie up. Once I found that there was no one in sight, I quickly raced out of the hotel. My phone rang Just as I reached open air and I picked up blindly.

 

"Da—"

 

"Lucille, where are you? Your aunt and I have been looking everywhere." He paused. "Happy birthday."

 

I scoffed, what the hell? Is he being serious right now? "Oh shut the fuck up, Jacob!" I snapped.

 

"Let me explain. Meet me at our usual cafe." He hung up. I wanted to ignore him, but I had something to tell him. I hadn't slapped him yet and my hands were itching for that very moment.

 

I called a taxi and gave the cafe address while I texted Davis my location.

 

The car stopped in front of the cafe. The place I loved because I thought the man I loved brought me here. I walked in and went to our usual spot. Before I could sit, I saw Jacob laughing with Danielle.

 

What was this?

 

Danielle noticed me first and sat up straight, trying to look innocent. She was just leaning on Jacob like a lovesick fool and I felt bile turn in my stomach, the strong urge to throw up.

 

"Take a seat, Lucille," Jacob said, pointing opposite him. I sat down and glared at them. Danielle wouldn't look at me.

 

She wouldn’t dare to. But I wouldn’t give them what they were waiting for, I looked around and finally found the waiter walking towards us and knew what to do.

 

I ordered food. After a long night, without food I realized I was hungry and just by looking at everyone eating, caused me to lick my lips as my stomach rumbled.

 

When my food arrived, I dug in. They had already ordered before I came but their food wasn’t touched.

 

"I'm glad to see you're doing well," Jacob said.

 

"Likewise. So why did you call me here?" I asked nonchalantly, not even sparing them a single glance, because too bad for them the food tasted so nice and just a second out of not taking a bite felt like punishment.

 

"Lucille, you don't have to be like that," Danielle said.

 

I raised an eyebrow at her words. Was she talking to me? Or was she talking to the food? That I didn’t give two fucks about.

 

I ignored her and took another bite. "Tell me something, Danielle. What do you find in this man beside you?"

 

I looked at the skeptical look on her face almost immediately and knew what she wanted to say immediately.

 

"Shouldn't you know how Jacob is? He's just too sweet and caring," she blushed.

 

A sharp knife drove into my heart, but there were no tears left to cry. Last night was the last time I had shed tears, it almost even ruined my beautiful night if Ron didn’t take his time to comfort me before punishing me in ways I only red in books.

 

My cheeks reddened at the thought of it and I found myself smiling at the memory. I still felt sore down there and even forgot to answer Danielle until she coughed..

 

"Not until he sleeps with your other friends. Be careful," I said, watching Jacob's reaction. His expression turned cold and pissed. I laughed.

 

"You haven't changed. Beautiful face but a very foolish mind," he finally spoke. I showed a confused look like I didn't understand. As if he was talking to another person that wasn’t me.

 

He chuckled. "You think I would love a girl who refused to give her body to the man she loves? You sicken me."

 

I started laughing. "Did you ever make a move? You should have just told me that." I took another bite and giggled. "My first night was amazing. He was even more handsome than you. My legs are still shaking and I feel so sore."

 

I pouted and lifted my eyes to check his expression. The veins on his forehead popped out. I smirked. Wasn’t that what he wanted to hear? Didn’t he enjoy fucking my friend last night?

 

I just returned the favor.

 

"You slut! You hoe! You are a vile vermin! I should have known..."

 

Something ticked off in my brain. Everything he said sounded like a mosquito spouting rubbish just for a drop of blood in my ears, I raised my eyes and gave him a cold hard look. 

 

Was he perharps talking to me? Me a hoe? A vermin?

 

Wow...

 

I took the glass of water and splashed it on his face. Then I threw my plate of steak at him. Eating in front of him would just give me indigestion.

 

"Who's more vile than me, you cheating man whore!" I hit the desk and stood up shouting.

 

"What did you call me?!" He stood up too.

 

At this point we were about to throw fists. I saw him raise his hand against me. I closed my eyes and flinched, waiting for the pain. But nothing came.

 

I slowly opened my eyes to see a stranger gripping Jacob's hand tightly. I looked up at the stranger's face. There was rage in his gaze but he looked calm and cool.

 

Who was he? I looked at Danielle and saw how she stared at him intensely. What a slut.

 

"Don't you dare touch a strand of hair on my woman."