Chapter 107 Special Kind Of Treatment
Kristen's POV
I wanted to look good for Calhoun.
And so I am getting the reaction that I want from him.
He seems to be completely intoxicated by me. Because his blue gaze has grown dark with lust.
The way he is staring at me, it's like it's just us two.
I am amazed at how just a dress could make a man feel so many things towards a woman.
Calhoun is that man, and I am his mate.
There's always this giddy sensation running through my stomach whenever I pause to really think about being mated to this man.
I am putting on the dress he bought for me a few hours ago. And I know I look perfect in it.
Calhoun, the man has a good eye. Knew what could fit me. And I am so much in love with the dress. It's like it was designed for just me.
"Hey, Alpha Calhoun." I greet him in a silvery tone when I get to the spot where he is standing still like a statue.
I chuckle inwardly because he looks sort of amusing this way. His eyes and his attention focused on me, and just me alone.
He doesn't acknowledge any other presence around me.
Reminding me of the crazy sex we had on his floor seven hours ago. That was right after I stepped out of the bathroom.
"Kristen" His voice comes out too raspy for his own good.
And I smirk.
What is he even thinking right now?
It is obvious he is already doing so many things to me in his head. I can tell.
"You look stunning." He breathes these words into my ear, with his hand placed on the exposed skin on the small of my back.
This sends a tingling sensation on my all, and I shiver a little. And my nipples suddenly grow hard.
It is insane how just a touch from him makes my body react so much. How does he do it? I want to know.
Oh boy, I am already on fire. That I begin blowing out big puffs of breath. I shut my eyes for a split second, then flicker them open.
Before giving him a firm nod. "You don't look so bad yourself." It's true. He looks really good. His intoxicating scent suddenly becomes highly stimulating to my senses.
He is wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, and black boots. I like that he was a lover of black. The color black, suits and complimented his skin.
His smells of lemons, mixed with his after-shave.
"Let's get going." He says, holding out his hand for me to accept.
I stare at his hand, then his face.
I keep a straight face because it seems like I had been smiling too much. Then I place my hand into his.
I am completely into my husband, but it is high time I started acting like his mate. A little bit of pride is fine. Not like I had one before, but now that I am having feelings for him, I am becoming vulnerable because of kisses and touches from him.
He needs to chase after me all by himself.
The corners of Calhoun's lips tug into a smile, as he starts pulling me out of the mansion, slowly and steadily. Like he has something to show me.
I am suddenly curious and nervous about what I am going to see. It looks like he has something up to his sleeves.
The maids are busily awwing and wowing as their boss is walking with my hand in his. They stare at me with admiration and envy in their eyes. At this, I knew most of them are clearly into Calhoun. Even though he's an Alpha.
It is a normal thing for a lady to get attracted to Calhoun. It's just like he is magnetizing ladies to him wherever he goes. And I am glad it's me he chose.
We finally make our way out of the mansion, with the bodyguards closing the doors behind us.
Everyone, including Bruce and Janette, has been giving us privacy since I recuperated. I don't know if Calhoun ordered them to not come around but I doubt he did that.
I am expecting to see one of Calhoun's expensive cars or a limousine
parked in front. But I see none.
Instead, it is a big scary-looking black bike that I see.
A typical bad-boy bike.
The one those ripped muscles bad boys, with strings of tattoos used to ride in movies. Yeah, that kind of bike. And I am amazed at having
to see one.
I look at Calhoun with confusion stunning my brain, and he smirks
at me.
"You.. are going to drive that, with me behind you?" I inquire with uncertainty because there is no way I am going to hop on that bike with him, on my heels.
I had mental images of that, and then my face breaks into a frown.
I cannot stress my feet.
I am unsettled right now that I begin cursing myself for wearing stilettos instead of flats.
Although I wore the stilettos because I want Calhoun to admire me.
I am beginning to change. The old me was always comfortable in my Converse and boots. And now, here I am putting on heels and a dress. I rarely wore such things except when there was an occasion. But now, being Calhoun's mate and fiance makes our relationship official. And we're already having a baby, so I'll be wearing more dresses and heels.
"Don't be scared. It's going to be fun." He assures me with a tight reassuring smile.
I let out a big puff of breath because I don't know how to feel at that moment. Why did he choose a bike? What is he even thinking? We've never ridden on a damn bike before. This is totally Un-Alpha-like.
"You seem nervous." I almost leap when Calhoun's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
There is laughter in his eyes when I tip my head up to look at him, with my lips slightly parted.
Christ, he is tall. Despite the heels I am still putting on, I cannot
measure up to his height.
Speaking about heels again, there is no way I am going to hop on
that scary-looking bike with my stilettos on.
I am the one who was going to suffer if I agreed to hop on that scary- looking bike of his, with my heels on. My feet will hurt.
"What is it? You don't like the idea of riding on a bike with me?" He asks, his gaze suddenly growing serious.
"Uh, no. I'm just wondering how I'm going to hop on your bike with my heels on." I provide, squeezing my purse in my hands.
The corner of his lip twitches upward. "Well, that won't be a problem.
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"What do you mean?" I ask. It's me who is confused this time.
Calhoun doesn't reply but surprises me by going on his knees. His fingers move forward to my feet, and he starts taking off the buckles
from my heels.
"Calhoun, what are you doing?" I question him with urgency, suddenly feeling nervous. Wondering what he is doing.
Why is he on his knees? My mouth parts in shock because the last
thing I expected to happen, is unfolding right under my gaze.
Is the almighty Calhoun on his knees? Taking my buckles off?
Does he expect me to hop on that bike with him barefooted? "Relax." He tips his head up to look at me when he clears his throat. "
Now take your feet off the heels." He instructs
Taking a gulp, I oblige.
Now, I am standing barefooted on the stairs.
Calhoun stands to his full height, then hands the heels over to me.
My eyes sway sideways in confusion.
"What are you-"
I am interrupted from concluding with what I intend to say when
Calhoun carries me up in a bridal style.
It completely stuns me.
He is just full of surprises.
With me in his arms, he ascends the last of the steps, then walks
towards where he has the bike parked.
Then he sits me on the bike like I am his little sister before he takes
the helmet and puts it over my head.
I swallow hard because of the way he wears the helmet lovingly. Just
the way they do in all these romantic movies.
I smile inwardly. I had been smiling a lot since I woke up today on his
bed. And it mostly happens when he is near. The smiles seem to come naturally. And it seems I have changed a little too.
Because Calhoun's behavior towards me has changed since Jack's
kidnap, my amnesia and paralysis.
Wearing his best behavior like an armor. He does his best to not
upset me.
Because we've been through a lot together. And now, he regards me
highly. Like his other half.
Made me fall deeper for him.
And just as I am thinking he'd hop on the bike, he places both hands on my cheeks and kisses me hard in the mouth.