บททั้งหมดของ Bound By A Dare, Rejected By The Alpha: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

ROSIE Sometimes work can be an escapism and sometimes it's the other way around.The thought of Dominic, Ashton and all my problems is enough to make me embrace the ambience of Colors with open arms.I'm lucky to be an intern at Colors. I tell myself that every day life tries to sink its dirty claws deeper. I chant it like a pledge even when I don't need to, since it's the bloody truth in the end. Asides that, I also know I have to put in my best. You don't get to land your dream job every day.During lunch, Ella fills me in with office gossip that makes me abandon my half-eaten pizza, my mouth rounded into a perfect "O" as I listen. Goddess knows I don't know how I'd survive in Colors without her. Sure, I'm getting a once-in-a-lifetime here, but I'm not exactly surrounded by friendly people either.The more she talks and I laugh, the more my lips twitch, my problems dangling dangerously at the tip of my tongue. It's not fair Ashton and I have gone from best friends to only Goddess k

RosieThere's only one word I can use to describe this: torture. Maybe even soft porn.Every scene playing out in front of me feels like it's been ripped from one of my dark romance books-the same ones I stash deep in my closet and read under the covers with trembling fingers. But never, not in a million fantasies, did I ever imagine I'd actually watch one play out live.I've spent countless cold nights curled beneath my sheets, fingers moving slowly over my slick folds, imagining some fictional alpha male whispering filth in my ear. But this... this is different.The woman on stage is now bent over, wrists strapped in place, and the man-God, he looks like a literal big bad wolf-starts whipping her ass with a belt. Her cries are a strange symphony: part whimper, part moan. And with every hard stroke, her back arches like she's offering herself more. When he's finally done, he peels off her bra, revealing pert, bouncing breasts with nipples so stiff they look like they ache to be touch

ROSIEWork was fine. You know, as fine as it could be when you're functioning on a few hours of sleep and a sinful dream that's practically tattooed on your brain."Earth to Rosie."Ella's voice jerked me out of my thoughts, and I turned from the laptop in front of me to stare at her.I blinked. "Huh?"She gave me that scowling look. "You're editing the same photo for the third time," she nodded at the screen. "Are you planning to Photoshop the poor bride into a Kardashian or what?"I groaned, slumping forward. "Can we not talk about brides right now?""Oop."Ella spun in her chair, grinning. "Someone woke up cranky. What happened?"I nodded, the dream replaying in my head on a loop, and wondering how on earth to say it out loud to Ella.She blinked. Then her eyes widened. "Wait... you had a sex dream, didn't you?""Shhh!" I hissed, nearly knocking over a cup of pencils. "Do you want to announce it to the whole building?!""Holy shit, you did."She leaned in, grinning like she'd just

ROSIE I might've watched enough movies and read enough books to know how rowdy clubs can be, but I'd never imagined being in one, never imagined the lights, the noise, different bodies pressed together.But here I am. Officially eighteen. And officially in a club."Xylus would kill us if he found out this is where you brought me," I whisper to Ashton, clutching his arm as we weave through the pulsing crowd."That's why he doesn't know," Ashton replies smoothly, not even flinching.I shake my head, my eyes scanning the room, and just as I try to figure out why some people are blatantly staring, a loud voice echoes from the DJ booth."Ashton Knight is here, guys!"Ashton what? They even gave him a name... a sexy one at that.Ashton winks at them like a damn celebrity, and I'm suddenly painfully aware of the dozen hot girls throwing him winks, stares, and way too much cleavage.Oh, fuck.For someone I thought was just a geeky, slightly awkward best friend...He had a whole damn fun life

ROSIE I'm waiting, expecting an answer. Maybe a single word would do. Instead of an explanation, Ashton just stares at me, like I’ve peeled back a layer he never meant for anyone to see.For a fleeting second, it’s all over his face. The guilt? The truth? Or maybe it's the part of him he’s fought hard to keep buried.But the next second… it’s gone. His gaze drops to my lips.And suddenly, he’s not looking at me like I’m his best friend anymore.He’s looking at me like I’m the only girl in this damn club.Like I’m the answer to every question he’s been too afraid to ask.My brain cells short-circuit. I can’t think. I mean I'm fucking trying to piece my self all together again. But I can't. I fuckimg can't. Not when his eyes burn into me like that. Not when I’m starting to picture him kissing me, tasting me, devouring me right here.I shouldn’t be thinking this. Fuck, I shouldn’t.He owes me an explanation. He owes me, Oh for the moon goddess sake.He closes the distance and crashes h