Tempted by the Rogue Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

DexterI stare into her face as I wait for her answer. She seems genuinely confused by my question so maybe I have it all wrong. “Was it a pity-fuck?” I ask again. “Why would it be?” she asks before placing her hand on my arm. “I don’t know,” I say, even though there are numerous reasons why I think it is. For starters, she never showed this interest in me before, and all of a sudden, out of the blue, she suggests sex. I love her, and my thoughts are mostly comprised of me fucking her, but I don’t want her to do it because she pities me. Far from it. The fact that she might have done it because she feels sorry for me makes me feel sick to my stomach. I don’t want her to feel sorry for me. “I don’t pity you. There’s nothing for me to pity here. What I meant earlier was that what happened in Baywood made me realize that I didn’t want to lose you.”I look at her again. Her eyes are wide and she’s breathing heavily. She searches my eyes and adds, “I was so scared.”The fragility in

Lara“Lara?” Finch says. I’m not sure why he sounds so uncertain. It’s probably because ever since I turned thirteen, I refused to keep my hair its natural color. This was the only time in my life where I was a redhead. But enough about that. That’s not what matters. I can’t believe that he’s here. It just doesn’t feel real. I hold onto the railings for support because goddess knows I need it. We stare at each other for the longest time. Although there’s a storm raging behind my eyes, I keep a calm face. My brother takes a step toward me. He seems hesitant and he should be. I’m not even sure why I’m this calm. It’s probably because of everything that’s happened in the past few days. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he claims. “Yeah?” I ask, my eyebrows shooting up. I can feel my anger brewing inside of me. At any moment, it’ll just spill over the sides and I’ll lose it. “Why is that?”“You’ve been gone for seven years,” he says. “Of course, I’d be looking for you.”I star

Dexter It doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself that I won’t go see Red because it’s a foolish and reckless decision. By the end of the day, I decide that I have to see her if only for a moment. I’ve worked with the authorities and so I know that it’s impossible for them to monitor the whole city for me. However, they could be camped outside a place if they think there’s a high likelihood I’ll be there. I feel like the strip club could be one of those places but at the same time, maybe that’s just paranoia. Why would Walter think that I’d be at the strip club all the time?It’s not like he knows about Vanessa. So, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll be going there to see her. I just can’t get enough of her. Fuck, I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. It’s crazy that I’m even willing to risk my life just to see her. It’s getting harder to think of her in that place, though. I really wish she’d quit. The thought of her dancing for other men and getting naked in front of them m

DexterI’m letting my mind wander and that isn’t fucking good. Lara. Lara. Why is that name coming back to haunt me like this? Why that name? Why would Ander use that name? I close my eyes. I’m reaching. I have to be. First of all, this woman isn’t Victor Taylor’s daughter. I know this. I know because I remember that girl’s face and Vanessa looks nothing like her. Vanessa is a redhead. That woman was blonde. I mean, even trying to compare the two of them is absolutely fucking ridiculous. I’m just exaggerating. Vanessa is breaking down and I don’t know what to do. I’ve never seen her in this state before. She’s absolutely devastated and that despair is starting to seep into my very pores. I squeeze her shoulder and when that isn’t enough, I whirl her around and pull her closer to me. “It’s alright,” I murmur against her hair. The whole time, I’m thinking about Victor Taylor’s daughter. No, it can’t be. This isn’t her. Why would Vanessa even be her?Fuck, I need to get this out of

Dexter I wake up feeling so much pain that I can’t even sit up in bed, much less stand up. I’d heard before that rejections were painful especially when the bond was old. Mine and Ellen’s had been relatively old as we had been together for quite some time. I guess I wouldn’t have felt this way if I hadn’t put in so much effort instead of just lying down, but I couldn’t leave her on the floor of my garage. So, I put her in her car and drove her two blocks away from Walter’s house. It was at a considerable fucking risk and I can’t believe that crazy bitch put me through that. I didn’t end up getting caught, though. I called an Uber and went straight to a hotel and this is where I currently am. I can’t risk going back to my place. Maybe after Walter is dead, I’ll be free. Until then, there’s no fucking way I’ll take a chance, especially now that Ellen and I are officially through. But despite the pain, I feel free. So free in fact that I find myself smiling. I’m now free to mark who