Chapter 2

Faye|Bennett

I shook my head and cast a short glance away from the man before turning to face him again.

To my astonishment, he continued to keep his gaze fixed on me.

The only details I could make out of him were his eye color and face shape.

I came to the conclusion that either the alcohol was entering my system or my human vision was no longer 20/20.

As we looked at each other, I squeezed my lips together. Before I could move away, he got up from his VIP area seat and began making his way downstairs while keeping his eyes on me.

I felt anxious.

A wreck of nerves.

How come I did that?

Why did I feel so fucking prisoner by his eyes?

"What are you called?" That was his initial inquiry.

"I'm.... Faye," I whispered. I've never stumbled in front of a stranger. He sipped the scotch out of my shot and grinned afterward.

"Do you want to go out and have some fun, Fayette?" I smiled when I heard my complete name come out of his mouth. He clasped my hand in his and I nodded in agreement.

"Should we leave?" His queried

I said, "Yes," and he escorted me out of the club very quickly.

*** He pulled me into the hotel room and I could feel his mouth on mine right away. He gave me a quick, powerful kiss that made my head spin.

He tried to control me by swiping his tongue inside my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

He broke from the kiss and fixed his eyes on mine. I couldn't make out his face since I was too busy wanting to be fucked to worry about his appearance to even stop, I was too into him.

I knelt down in front of him and ran my hands down his chest.

As I take off his belt, I look up at him. And slowly I undid his jeans' zipper, I licked my lips and stared up at him again.

I couldn't stop, even if that wasn't me.

I was unable to stop. I desired him.

His enormous, erect cock dangled on my face, and I gasped.

He was well packed.

I firmly grasped him in my hands and stroked him all over before taking him in my mouth. My hair was being pulled by his hand as he groaned loudly.

*****

My eyes hurt. I felt like a heavy weight lay on my eyes and I was not even sure what it is.

I slowly peeled my eyes open and closed them immediately as the sunlight nearly blinded them.

I reopened my eyes and arched my eyebrows as I try to remember where I was.

The last thing I could remember was drinking a glass of scotch in the club.

I sprung up from the bed and my eyes widened as I stared at the man beside me.

I was terrified as I peered at the bare back that was facing me. I got out of bed nervously, crossed the bed, and stopped in front of him so I could see his face. I gasped and fell to the ground after noticing the scar on his face.

No.

Please no.

 I didn't do this.

I didn't sleep with him.

It's not possible.

"Get your ass out of here before he wakes up." Mina, my wolf snapped at me.

I sprang to my feet and hastily snatched up my scattered clothing. I hurried out of the room carrying my phone while wearing my clothes.

I took a quick look at the lengthy hallway as soon as I emerged from the room and began to put on my shoes.

While sprinting down the corridor, I unlocked my phone to see a ton of missed calls and messages. Several from Dad, Max, and Mom.

How did I get to a hotel and where is Lean?

As soon as I left the hotel, I could see the club right next to it. I quickly made my way to the club but was astonished to find it closed and my car still there, exactly where I had parked it.

I jumped inside my car and drove out of the club.

Oh my goodness.

I slept with Kian Santos.

Dad is going to kill me.

He will disown me if he finds out.

Oh, goddess. What have I done?

I dialed Lean's number but she didn't pick up.

Damn it!

I swerved my automobile around the other vehicles in an effort to get it moving quickly.

I was in shock over what I had just done.

I pulled out my phone from my seat when it started to ring. When I see Max's name on the caller ID, and force the lump in my throat to go away.

To calm myself down, I tapped the receive button and took a long breath.

My forehead was not inscribed with the words "She slept with Kian Santos everyone."

"Hello, Babe." I smiled.

He exhaled with relief before responding to my question. "You had to be kidding, Faye. Where have you been?"

I made an effort to think of anything to say. I groaned as I cast a peek about. "I left early this morning," I replied.

"That's a lie." He said and I shook my head even though he was not there to see me.

"I went to grab something in town, Max. I'm fine." I responded.

"Your Mom is worried. She sent for me and that was how I knew you weren't in the Pack." 

Mom.

Oh, Mom.

What was I doing? I should have thought about her.

"I'm on my way back, I'm okay." I said, "I need to concentrate on driving, I'll see you when I get back."

I hung up the phone and let out a frustrated breath.

Lean.

Where is she?

I should have asked Max if he saw her.

My heart was racing against my chest as I traveled the path leading to the Packhouse.

I was worried.

I questioned whether anyone would learn what had transpired.

What do I do if it occurs?

I parked my car in front of the Packhouse under the mango tree, then got out. As soon as I got out of the car, Dad was standing on the porch, glaring at me so fiercely and angrily that it gave me shivers.

I plaster a grin on my face and swallow the lump in my throat. I had to make it look casual.

I walked over to him and said, "Good morning, Daddy," with a big grin on my face.

"Where were you last night?" He inquired.

Oh shit. Oh please!

Kill me already, please.

What do I say?