Chapter 19 019
Danica's POV
"You don't have to worry about where you're going to stay. You'll use my room for those three days you promised" Alexander muttered, smoothening my hair gently.
"What?! No! There's no way on earth I'm going to use your room," I blurted quickly, and I could swear I saw a tiny smile curl up the corner of his lips.
He was messing with me again.
"Why not?" He asked, his tone as serious as ever. If I hadn't seen that annoying smile, I'd have thought he was serious and made an embarrassing mess of myself again.
Instead, I pouted, frowning slightly before asking. "Are you seriously suggesting that right now? It already seems weird enough to have you picking me up for a trial without the proper application process. I spend three more days sleeping in your room, and you can guess what will become of me in front of everyone in the Pack house," I muttered calmly. I saw his jaw tick, but he said nothing.
"They only need to know that you proved yourself worthy of that luxury. If anyone has an objection, they would have to do the same thing you did for any of it to be clarified" he said after a long stretch of silence. "Why don't you take a rest? Anyone that sees you right now would think you were kicked in the ass by a truck," he said as he stood up briskly before heading towards the same door he brought me in a few minutes ago.
He'd brought me into an elegant room, twice or maybe thrice as big as my room back at the Grayson's, after the second orgasm that made my knees turn jelly-weak.
I'd initially thought the room was his, but then I realized the room felt empty. Aside from the built-in closet, the desk and chair, and a comfy sofa that sat not too far from the bed, there was nothing else in it.
My thoughts didn't wander much this time before I slipped into Dreamland. The bed was soft and perfectly comfy, and my joints ached. There was no way in hell that I could have resisted such temptation.
When I opened my eyes again, it was late outside. The room was lit with enough light, but I could tell how late it was by the view of the moon through the opened window.
The cool air soothed my skin and calmed my nerves so much, I took a deep breath— only to take in the unmistakable scent of Alpha Alexander.
I sat up in bed fast... Too fast. The swift movement caused a sprain in my waist, forcing a wince out of me.
"Can you not always freak out when you notice me, Little Doc?" His voice echoed through the room and I bit my lips softly.
No excuse could actually save me now. I knew that but still tried to give one anyway— until he spoke again.
"You don't have to defend yourself. It's okay if you were frightened... I heard your heartbeat pick up a higher pace the moment you took in my scent. Despite that, it's not okay to hurt yourself" he said at once, making me almost shrink in embarrassment.
"You shouldn't have sneaked up on me when I'm sleeping then" I complained, under my breath, but he obviously heard it.
"I didn't sneak up on you, I walked in like a normal person. You should blame yourself for sleeping like a baby" he threw back immediately.
Of course, he was one to talk back. I should have known he was just acting like the patient gentleman back in the hallway!
"You could have left like a 'normal person' when you realized I was sleeping instead of standing and watching me sleep... Don't normal people do that?" I asked, my sarcasm evident in my tone.
"Maybe not? I could have plunged my dagger straight through your heart while you were asleep and completely vulnerable to the threat I could pose to you" he replied and I immediately snapped my lips shut, pressing my lips into a thin line as I shifted in the bed uncomfortably from the ache in my waist.
"Lay down on your chest," he instructed, standing at the edge of the bed, right beside me, and I almost jumped out of my skin.
How did he get here so quickly? Without making a single sound?!
"What?" I stuttered, hoping he didn't add to the stress I was already feeling from the sting in the part of my waist that I just sprained.
"Just do it, Danica," he said sternly, and I slowly lowered myself onto the bed, laying down with my chest on the bed just as he'd instructed.
The next thing I felt was the bed pressing down from his strong weight as he sat dangerously close to me. I was just about to ask why he wanted me to lay back down but the words got caught in my throat when I heard the sharp noise of my zipper getting undone.
"What... What are you doing?!" I stammered and tried to twist out of his hand but he simply pressed me back into the bed before I could do much moving.
"Just...hold still. I won't touch you inappropriately— unless you want me to, of course," he said, and although it did nothing to assure me, I stayed put.
His fingers slowly worked the area around my waist and I couldn't hold back a breathy sigh.
"Does it hurt here?" He asked, applying more pressure on the left part of my waist and I nodded once.
"How about now? Is it better?" He asked again, after massaging for a few minutes.
"Yeah," I breathed a silent moan as he moved his thumbs over the visible dimple at the center of my waist.
"Better?" He asked again and I nodded twice as my voice instantly failed me.
"Try being a bit more careful, and maybe you'll make it much easier to keep my hands off you," he added as he stopped to zip up my dress.
Now was that supposed to be a warning out of concern? Or a harmful threat?
It doesn't matter anyway. What matters is, I got hurt and he made me feel better right after threatening to stab me through my heart in my sleep.
"Thank you, Alp..." I was cut short with a small kiss on my lips.
"Alexander..." I corrected and he raised a brow of approval before heading towards the door again. I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I watched him leave, unable to say a thing.
"This room right here is yours by the way. Feel free to use anything in this room. I got everything you might need in three days. You're not going to sleep in the maid's quarters, don't even think of it. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me" he said at once as he pulled the door open.
My face beamed, I felt like a giddy teenager right now. One that was given her personal room; her real privacy for the first time in her entire life and I muttered;
"Thank you, Alexander”