VALERIE'S POV
"You are enjoying clubbing, I presume?" His cold voice reverberated behind me, and I clenched my fist on my lap.
It took every ounce of control in me to not turn around and slap the jerk for ghosting me for three days straight. Now, he has the nerve and face to come and talk to Logan even after knowing I would be there.
What a piece of sh*t!
"I am out of here," I drowned my drink in one go and stood from my place.
"Wait up," Logan held my hand as soon as I stepped ahead before he yanked me back, resulting in me landing on his lap.
"What the -"
"I told you I brought you here to improve your mood, didn't I? I thought you were becoming friends with the alpha. Was I wrong?" His face was so close to my neck that his hot breath was fanning my skin, and I didn't know if that was because of the curse, but his hotness was doing wonders in me to keep me distracted from looking at Ambrose.
Sometimes I really feel like I am turning into a lusty woman, but then I remember I don't feel this kind of attraction for anyone other than Logan, and now Ambrose and I take back my thoughts.
"He is an Alpha, Logan," I looked at Ambrose briefly, whose gaze was dark, promising nothing good.
But was anything good anyways?
"What good could they bring to me? He is tolerable and supportive. I will give him that," I shrugged, and Logan looked between me and Ambrose before sighing and crossing his arms around my torso.
"You have become quite heavier than before. What are you eating these days? Have you stopped working out?" He suddenly asked, and I glared at him.
"You are so mean, seriously," I shook my head before stomping my foot on his and standing from my place.
"I am actually in a much better mood now that a friend who never leaves my side no matter what I choose, do, or happen is by my side. You can talk to the alpha and come to the dance floor after you are done dealing with it. Let's enjoy the night. I might not be there with you tomorrow. I have plans with my friends," I threw one last look at Ambrose before rolling my eyes.
The nerve of this guy. How can he sit there glaring at me like I am a sinner?
I wasn't the one not replying to him.
How dare he treat me like that? And how the hell did I let him treat me like that?! What the hell was wrong with me?
'Calm down, Valerie. You are probably taking things a bit far. At least hear him out when he explains,' Adele said, and I scoffed.
'You heard yourself, Adele? When he explains! And so far, we don't see that happening anytime soon, do we?' I asked before I went to the middle of the dance floor.
Closing my eyes, I let the music drown me in its pleasure and guide me through the beats.
Feeling the familiar arms on my waist, I leaned back into his chest.
None of us spoke anything. It was as if we both were waiting for the other one to start. Growing out of patience, I was about to turn around and ask him what his deal was when I felt the loss of his warmth, and my eyes flew open.
'What the hell?! He didn't leave just like that!' I turned around to see him walking to the back door.
'No way treats me like this! I am f*king Valerie Katya! Ambrose thinks he can mess with me because he is an Alpha, doesn’t he? He has no idea what is coming for him,' I walked to the backdoor before opening the door.
However, the person I was looking for was nowhere in sight.
'I lost him. The more his silence persists, the more it infuriates me and makes me want to punch him square in the face,' I told Adele before leaning on the wall to calm myself down.
I can't go in front of Logan in this enraged state, or he would surely think it has to do with Ambrose, and if he became suspicious, the James Bond inside him would awaken, and nothing good would come out of it.
'Valerie, my love,'
I opened my eyes when I heard the strange whisper.
The hell! I felt the hair on my neck rising as a strange creep ran down my spine at the chilly voice.
"Who is here?" I looked around before walking down the stairs slowly.
'Come to me, Valerie,' the same voice said again, and I rubbed my palms up and down my arms to ease the tension building in my body for some unknown reason.
I have seen enough horror and thriller movies in my life to know to never follow a voice that creeps you out like this. However, there was this strange pull to this voice. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, and no matter how much I screamed in my head, my legs were moving on their accord.
'Valerie, stop. This is not safe. I don't feel good about it. Stop right here. Don't step further,' Adele growled in my mind as I neared the dark side of the parking lot with a broken blinking light.
The flickering light reminded me of one of the horror movies I saw recently where the girl follows the voice to a dark place and sees a ghost eating flesh near one of the bikes.
I gulped when I felt like someone was standing in the further corner of the parking lot.
"W-who is it?" I asked when I couldn't smell anything because of the lingering smell of alcohol, vomit, and drugs in the surroundings.
"I asked, who are you!!" I raised my voice when the shadow didn't move an inch.
I was about to take a step ahead when someone placed a hand on my shoulder, and I shrieked as loudly as I could.
"What the hell, Valerie? Ouch!" I turned around to see Logan holding his ears, and I gulped before turning around.
"Logan, a man is standing in the corner, calling out to me," I said, and Logan looked ahead of me.
"There is no one there, Valerie. Hey, look at me. No one is here. You just saw a shadow," he flashed his phone's torch in the corner, and I gritted my teeth when I realized it was a shadow created by a post behind the streetlight.
But what about the call? What about that voice that was calling me? That couldn't be my delusion either, right?
"I heard someone calling me, I swear," I looked at Logan, and he looked at me for a few seconds before sighing.
"Ssshhh, I am here now. I will ask someone to check the area, okay? Why did you run out of the club in the first place? I went to use the washroom, and the next thing I saw after I returned, there was no one in sight. I thought you might've come out to talk to Ambrose, who was leaving, and I found you walking here. Do you know how many times I called you to get your attention, but it looked like you had your senses blocked," Logan said before he pulled me in for a hug, and I hugged him tightly, my heartbeat still racing.
"I don't want to be here anymore. Let's go back," I said, and Logan nodded.
I looked around the parking lot one more time, squinting my brows when I saw a shadow moving further outside from behind a tree.
Could it be -?
No. This is your delusion, Valerie. I told myself before I followed Logan out of the parking lot.
"Anyway, you said you had plans with your friends for tomorrow. What is it? Are you going somewhere?" Logan asked as soon as we entered the apartment, and I hummed, still feeling shaken about the incident earlier.
As I threw my bag on the couch, I heard a ping from my phone and I couldn’t help but groan.
The last thing I want right now is to chat with someone.
"I will go to the carnival with my friends if they don't ditch me at last -" The rest of the words stuck in my mouth when I read the message sent by Blue.
"What is it?" Logan asked from the kitchen.
"I got ditched as I was speaking," I sighed.
"I really wanted to go to the carnival. Tomorrow is the last day," I pouted, feeling even worse than before.
I swear I will beat the sh*t out of Monty if I find out it was because of his banter with Eve.
"So? What's the problem? You wanted to go to the carnival. I don't see why you can't go there," Logan said, and before I could say I didn't want to go alone, he spoke again.
"I will take you there. Stop being sad over such petty things," Logan brought the lemonade before placing it on the table.
"You are so good to me. What will I do without you? Only you treat me this good in this cruel world," I jumped on Logan's side before lying with my head on his lap, and he looked down at me with a familiar expression, making me bite my lips.
I was too cruel to him, wasn't I? Even when I know I won't be able to reciprocate his feelings, I still do this with him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to -"
"I am sure you would be whoring around if I wasn't here. It's all thanks to my handsomeness that has you under control. I mean it's hard to find a body and face like this, no? And let's not forget my character," Logan joked, and I placed my hand on his chest.
"You are right," I said, and I could feel my eyes turning dark. Oh, how much I want to roam my hand on -
Damn! I need to get over my fetish for sturdy chests and eyes like this.
"Don't start a thing you are not thinking of ending," Logan looked at me, amused, and remembering Ambrose had said the same words, I sighed before sitting.
"What happened?" Logan looked at me, confused.
It was normal for us to joke around like this. And for me to act like this, I know why he got worried.
"I don't want the lemonade to turn warm. Let's watch a movie before sleeping, yeah?" I suggested, and he nodded, making me sigh as I walked to my room to change into something comfortable.
I didn't know Ambrose had become this kind of drug in my system. It's like I know he is bad for my mental and emotional health, but I only want him.
No matter where or with whom I am, I can't stop thinking about him, and it's irritating me now.