Chapter 27

I am currently in the living room going through pictures of Lawrence, Lillian, and Levi with Elisa.

"Look at this one," Elisa says, showing me a picture of Lawrence when he was just a pup.

After training this morning with Ma, Elisa dragged me into her room, saying, "I want to spend some time with my son's mate." Then, she brought these boxes filled with pictures.

I look at the picture of Lawrence as a baby. I can't help but smile, looking at the cute smile on his face showing his dimples.

"Can I keep this?" I ask, pleading.

"Yes, dear," she says, going through the pictures on the shelf.

"You know, Lawrence was so gentle and shy when he was a little pup."

I can only imagine Lawrence running around cheerfully.

"Really?" I ask, looking through Lawrence's pictures. One of the pictures catches my eye.

It is a picture of him when he was a little pup, not more than four years old, grinning widely with chocolate frosting on his mouth and clothes.

"Yes, he was an easygoing, happy little pup," she says with a dreamy look. "But you know some things change someone easily," she says with regret in her eyes.

"What are you trying to say?" I ask, confused.

"Nothing, dear. Why don't we do this again?" she asks with a smile while putting the pictures back into their boxes.

"Yeah, I had fun looking through these pictures," I say.

She stands up before looking down at me.

"Could you take this back to my room?" she asks, handing the boxes to me.

"Yeah, sure," I say as I take the boxes from her.

I walk out slowly towards her room before I'm pulled back into a hard chest.

I feel sparks fly everywhere, making me tense. What does he want now? Oh, Moon Goddess.

I twirl around to see him with his signature smirk plastered on his perfect face. He brushes strands of hair behind my ear before leaning closer to my ear.

"Do you need help with these boxes?" he asks softly, his breath fanning my face and making me shiver in delight.

"N-no, it's okay. They're not even heavy," I say, walking backward to create space between us.

He takes the boxes from me without a word before walking away, leaving me in a state of shock.

I am really losing my cool. Any time he gets too close, it becomes hard for me even to speak correctly. I can't even form a complete sentence.

I walk into Elisa's room to find him staring at a picture intensely, like he is studying it, with a frown.

"What's that?" I ask, walking towards him. He glances up at me before looking back at the picture.

The picture looks old with a man and a woman holding hands. I try looking closely, but it isn't clear since it must be from over a year ago.

"Those people. Who are they?" I ask, staring at him for answers.

He glances up at me before placing the picture into a box.

"They are family friends," he says wistfully.

I feel they are more than just family friends. Maybe I can ask Elisa later.

I try studying his face, but he is giving me a blank expression. Then, before I can ask more questions, he leaves the room, leaving me confused.

I trudge slowly behind him, trying to get his attention, but he keeps ignoring me. What an asshole.

We walk into his office. While he keeps talking on his phone, I keep my glaring face to piss him off more.

"You certainly are at the top of the bell curve!" I say, glaring at him as he ends his call.

"Do me a favor. Keep quiet while I do my work," he says without sparing me a glance.

"Don't be such a pencil pusher," I say harshly. "Look here, I had a really boring day after Lillian left me with your mother, but I am not complaining. It was fun, and I am not planning on spending the rest of my day here looking at you work," I yell, frustrated. 

You can't blame me. He is really getting on my nerves with him ignoring me and all. What got him so stressed out?

"Are you done ranting?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, staring at me with amusement.

Does he find this amusing? I just feel like slapping him so badly.

"You think I'm ranting? Wait until I really get into action," I say angrily.

"Okay, what would you like to do?" he asks calmly.

"Let's see," I say, placing my index finger on my chin, thinking, "why don't we watch a movie?"

"That sounds good," he says with a nod.

After waiting for him to arrange a few more files, we make our way into the movie room.

"What would you like to watch?" he asks, looking through the movies.

"A dramedy will do," I say, sitting on the couch.

Lawrence sits beside me after putting in a movie unknown to me.

We sit in silence, not really focused on the movie, before I suddenly blurt out the first thing on my mind.

"What are we?" I ask the question on my mind.

"What?" he asks, confused.

"What are we, Lawrence? Am I your mate or just a friend," I ask, staring at him. I really wish he accepts me as a mate and not just a friend.

"You are both to me: my mate, friend, and my other half," he says sincerely.

I look into his eyes. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it will burse out of my chest. He accepted me.

"Why wouldn't he accept us when we are so cool?" Tiara says, jumping happily.

"You're back?" I say, grinning widely in my head.

"Yes, bitch. Miss me?"

"Sure did," I reply with a smile.

I stare into his eyes. I can't help but look at his lips and imagine kissing them, how they will feel placed on mine.

I subconsciously lean into his touch as he strokes my cheek with one hand, the other brushing a strand of hair from my face.

His lips touch mine, sending a wave of electricity through me and sparks flying everywhere.

He kissed me gently like my lips were delicate. He sucked, nipped, and nibbled slowly on my lips, making my eyes close, welcoming the sparks.

I moan into the kiss. He tilts his head to the side, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

We slowly pull away, needing air. I am breathing heavily from the kiss.

That was wonderful. He just took my first kiss. I blush from that thought, focusing my gaze on my hands.

I look up, but he is no longer in the room. I feel disappointed for him leaving like that without a word.

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I spend the rest of my day in my room thinking about the kiss we shared. It was more than I imagined. His lips felt soft on mine, sending waves of lust in me.

"I can't just sit here," I murmured to myself.

I walk into his office, but he isn't there. I feel a sharp pain in my chest and Tiara getting restless.

"What is going on, Tiara?" I ask, disturbed by her weird behavior.

"I don't know. I feel something is happening to mate," she says calmly.

I make my way into his room without knocking. I am shocked and betrayed by what I see in front of me, knocking the air out of me.