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"Why do I feel like you've been following me?" His answer is a smile. He then takes a sip of his drink and trains his eyes on me, but still doesn't say anything. “Have you?" I try to follow up.
"What does it matter?"
That's his way of saying yes, he has been following me.
“That's just wrong and weird and... creepy. Who does that?"
"I do!"
"Since when?"
"You don't wanna know." Another small sip of his drink. "I'm just trying to make sure you are safe." His voice is noticeably gentler. "I am safe!"
"You don't know that." He argues, still keeping a very fluid tone. I close my eyes, suck in a deep breath, exhale heavily before snapping them open again. My brain cells are dividing in my head. This conversation is draining the energy from my bones and I hate the fluttering sensation I feel in my stomach.
He has done nothing but annoy me since he showed up here, but a part of me likes the fact that he's here with me. It even dares to feel excited. Those stupid butterflies in my stomach won't stay calm and no matter how much I pluck the flower petals that keep blooming in my chest, they keep growing out.
I hate that I like this time we are spending together.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
I hate that I still enjoy his company.
"What are you thinking about?"
"It's none of your business. I came here to drink, not to talk or argue with you. You are ruining my evening!"
"I offered to buy you another drink."
"This one's enough!"
"You're more feisty than you were two years ago." That statement makes me laugh. "What's funny?" He asks, confused.
"Feisty?" I raise my brows at him. "I was feisty two years ago. I was weak and naive and stupid and you trampled over me." He chokes on his drink.
He's coughing as he sets the glass on the counter, his eyes trained on me.
"I trampled over you?" He asks when he's calm again.
"Didn't you?"
"I don't like where this conversation is heading."
“Good. Then let it end already.” I pick up my purse and step down from the stool again, this time looking more determined to leave than before. "Take me home."
"We need to talk. There's something important you have to know."
"I don't want to hear it." I demur, shaking my head.
“Ashanti, please. It's important. You have to listen. I'm begging you. Please." His fervent beseeching shocks me to the core.
Alpha Reagan doesn't insist on something unless it's very important.
He has ruined my evening and left me in a very sour mood, but I know I won't get any sleep tonight or get
any work done tomorrow or hel...
I
live my life as I should if I don't listen
to what he wants to say to me.
"Fine." I finally agree, praying in my heart that I don't look as excited as I feel. "But we're not talking here. I'm sick of this place." "My car it is, then."
"That sounds better. I'm exhausted."
“And I'm sick of seeing men stealing glances at you.”
I shoot him a stern look.
"Why are you glaring at me like that?" He asks, feigning an innocent look. "I thought we were both expressing our frustrations.
"Let's just go," I say in a tired tone and turn to leave, but he holds me back. Before can ask why he just did that, four guards join us. Three of them lead the way out of the club while one stays behind to probably settle the bill. My heart nearly crashes out of my chest when I notice that all eyes are on us as we are being led out.
By tomorrow, this event will be all over the media.
I'll worry about that tomorrow. For now, I have to focus on the talk he wants us to have.
He says he has something important to discuss with me.
I hope it isn't something bad.