Obsession 2.5: Loving An Alpha Male by S.K. Lessly

Author:S.K. Lessly [Lessly, S.K.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Jessica Watkins Presents
Published: 2020-02-03T00:00:00+00:00

13

Misty

Holy fucking shit!

I collapsed into the club chair in front of Shane's desk, after Shane left his office, and closed my eyes.

My breaths were still coming fast and my heart hadn’t stopped pounding against my chest. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Shane… damn that man.

I knew when I had left Malcolm’s office; I’d hear it from Shane. I could tell he was pissed but I had no clue as to why. Didn’t he know Malcolm and I were just friends? Malcolm’s touch on the side of my face was nothing. In fact, he had done it plenty of times, in front of Shane no less. What made this time any different from the past? I had no clue.

You’re mine. No one touches what’s mine, that’s what he had said to me and I couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that accosted my face right this very moment. He was jealous. He had no reason to be jealous, especially of Malcolm but I felt all warm and fuzzy knowing that he had the same possessive nature I had.

I shouldn’t have been surprised by his reaction. I had been equally jealous when he disappeared with Malibu Barbie the night of Malcolm’s birthday party.

We had moved to a place in this relationship where there was no turning back. He had told me he loved me and that I belonged to him. It should scare me, but it didn’t.

However, as I thought about the secrets I held, things could possibly change. I wasn’t sure how he was going to take the news I kept something this big from him, but I knew it wouldn’t be favorable for me.

After several minutes, I felt myself calming down. I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. Shane kept clean linens underneath his sink and I used a washcloth to freshen up. I also fixed my hair and tried not to look as if I had just been possessively fucked. Unfortunately, the bastard ripped my shirt. I rummaged around his bathroom and found a folded t-shirt in a small basket underneath his sink. I grabbed the shirt, smelled it and groaned. His scent was all over the shirt.

Not caring if the t-shirt was dirty or clean, I peeled off the rest of my ripped shirt and threw it in the garbage. I then pulled his over my head, tied it in the back and took in my reflection. Yup, I looked as if I had just been fucked right out of my clothes.

I shrugged. Eh, no matter. I stepped back into his office and finished getting dressed. I put my boots on and made my way to the door. I slowly opened it to find his sergeant’s desk empty, thank fuck. I did not want to take the walk of shame, especially since I was walking out of his office with Shane’s shirt on. The little fucker was scared of me, though. He probably wouldn’t have said anything to me. Still, I was paranoid like that and if he had looked at me funny in any way, I would’ve beat his ass.

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