"I only trust you in bed, Alpha"
Cleopatra's POV (cont.)
Alpha Williams’ eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. Anger was blazing in his eyes as he stared at me like I just slapped him hard. I knew I had pushed him to the edge this time.
“What the heck do you think you're doing!” He growled dangerously, causing a cold shiver to run down my spine. Not out of excitement this time, but fear.
“I don't trust it,” I said simply, my voice steady despite the rapid thumping of my heart. “I don't trust you. Not yet.”
His anger intensified, his voice a low steady rumble that made me quiver. “Cleopatra, this isn't a game. Your life is in danger.”
I met his gaze, refusing to back down, to submit to his Alpha voice. I looked down at the shattered bottle on the floor, the liquid spreading like a dark stain on the expensive tiles.
Walking up to him, I placed a hand on his chest. “I know it's not, Alpha,” I replied, leaning close to his ears, my voice barely a whisper. “But neither is this.”
A muscle twitches in his jaw, as he clenches his teeth, trying to avert my gaze and the effect of what my hands were doing to his chest.
I couldn't risk losing his trust because of this.
He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning my face as if trying to see through me. Finally he spoke, his voice hard. “You're being reckless, Cleopatra.”
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Better safe than sorry, Alpha. And besides, I only trust you in bed,” I added softly, biting down on my lips, trying to distract him from the medicine I just spilled.
A dark glint appeared in his eyes, and I knew I had him where I wanted. I took a step back and he groaned, pushing me back to him.
“Why are you being stubborn Cleopatra?” He growled, his breath hot on my neck. I smiled and pushed him away.
“What can I say? I have to watch out for myself,” I replied with a chuckle and sat down to finish my food. My thoughts were a mess at this point.
Phew! That was too close.
I could feel his eyes on my back, boring holes, trying to figure me out. With a deep growl, he strode out of the dinning hall and I was left alone.
The silence that followed after he left was what I wanted but not what I needed tonight. I should call Alex, I thought but then face palmed myself when I remembered that I broke my phone.
I should go to the city tomorrow and get a new phone. And then maybe, say hi to Alex, I thought, a silly smile playing on my lips.
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Williams’ POV
She is beginning to get on my nerves. And what makes it worse? I can't seem to hate her or punish her for it.
How can she be so annoying and irresistible at the same time? Maybe it's none of my business. I should get my hands off it. Whether she dies or not, doesn't have anything to do with me.
And the fact that the silver bullet is still in her stomach or is it out now? How can I help someone that doesn't want me to? I thought, raking a hand through my hair in frustration.
I entered my room for a cold shower, trying to calm my arousal. I looked down at my dick and sighed in frustration. Why do I get excited at just the slightest touch of her finger?
I filled the bathtub with water and slipped under it, holding my breath for the longest time. It's gonna be a long long night.
I must have slept off. I jerked up as a knock came on the bathroom door. “You can come in,” I called out, thinking it was Cleopatra. When did she start knocking on the bathroom door anyway?
The face I saw when the door opened wasn't the one I expected to see and I sighed, a little disappointed. Renee's cheeks flushed bright red as she saw me in the bathtub. I could see the embarrassment in her eyes.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
She hesitated, apparently uncomfortable with the scene.
“Um, Mr Smith called.. Mr Smith said..,” she stammered, looking up at the ceiling.
I chuckled lightly at how nervous she was.
“Go wait in the room. I'll be out shortly.” I offered and she sprinted out, slamming the bathroom door on her way out.
I rinsed out and wrapped a towel around my waist. Her cheeks were still red when I came out. She couldn't meet my eyes. This can't be the first time she'd seen me bare chested.
“What were you saying earlier,” I asked, searching through my wardrobe for something to put on before my beta dies of embarrassment.
“Mr Smith called, said you weren't picking up your calls,” she said, sounding like her usual self.
“Oh,” I muttered, picking up my phone. “Did he drop any message?”
“He said he has something important to discuss with you as soon as possible.”
What could that be? I thought. Does it perhaps have anything to do with this disappearance and reappearance?
“Ok. Did you schedule a meeting with him?” I asked.
“Yes Alpha. 12 noon tomorrow,” she replied steadily.
“Good.” I replied and dismissed her.
As she opened the door to leave, Cleopatra fell in, as if she had been leaning on the door.
Was she eavesdropping? No. I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.
But I couldn't shake the image off my mind. Cleopatra is always playing games, but this was a new low. What does she want to hear?
I watched Renne flash her a suspicious look and match out of my room. I pulled Cleopatra inside the room and shut the door with a loud thud. She looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Cleopatra,” I began, my voice coming out as a low rumble.
She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Yes Alpha?”
I took a deep breath, trying to control my thoughts. “What was that all about outside my door? Were you eavesdropping?”
Her smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise. “What are you talking about, Alpha?” She asked, her voice laced with feigned confusion.
Why do I get excited anytime she calls me Alpha? Does she have any idea what it does to me?
I stepped closer, my eyes boring into hers. I was now standing very close to her, just a breath away. But that was a mistake on my part, as she was pressed against me. I could feel her plump breasts on my chest and her hard nipples. I couldn't stop my hands from pulling her waist, nor my lips from claiming hers.
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