Lahat ng Kabanata ng CONTRACT-BOUND DESIRE: A STRIPPER AND HER ALPHA: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

SAGE'S POV"Who does that asshole think he is?" I muttered under my breath as I climbed into the back of the car. The number of things I wanted to do to him was probably graphic enough to land me in jail. A part of my consciousness told me I was only overwhelmed by how fast it was all going but I pushed that thought away, still fuming. "Start the car, we're going...home," The word "home" felt like acid in my mouth, and I crossed my arms, staring out the window as the car started. "If I could give my opinion I'd advise you just use the card," one of Dante's men explained, probably trying to talk some sense into me. "No thanks. All I want to do is drop this thing in his office and act like it never happened," I said, staring at the shiny black card. Crystal sat beside me with her bright purple hair coming out of her braids. She sighed and patted my knee. "Sage, you are only loading yourself with twice the stress. You know that, right?" "Loading myself? He is the one who got my ap

SAGE'S POVHis hands remained wrapped around my body and all I could do was stare. We were barely a few inches apart, so close that I felt suffocated by his whiskey breath and that intoxicating scent. His steel-grey eyes looked tired, with dark circles underneath that made him seem less like the cold Alpha and more like a man who had not slept enough. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he had run his fingers through it too many times. Up close, I could see the sharp line of his jaw and the way his shoulders felt stiff under my hold. Even though my mind screamed at me to push him away and get off him, I did not move. It was almost like I had been frozen in time and all I could do was stay there and stare at hues in his grey eyes. “Are you planning on going to sleep there?” Dante asked, his voice low and a little rough from tiredness."Huh?" The word left my lips as I stared at him in confusion. Dante looked like he was seconds from rolling his eyes and he glanced at his arms t

SAGE'S POVI sat at the table long after Dante and Cade left, staring at the large trays of food even though he had long ruined my appetite. The anger burned hot in my chest, making my fingers tremble. How dare he spring that on me in front of everyone? A ball. Introducing me as if I were some prize he had won. I wanted to scream, but instead I just stared at the empty chair where he had been sitting, wishing I could throw something at it. I could, but that wasn't the kind of person I was. I was going to make him pay instead. Crystal stayed quiet beside me for a while. I could tell she was confused but just when I was about to storm out she gently touched my arm. “Come on, let us take a walk. Fresh air might help.”"The last thing I need now is a tour of this large—" her brown eyes stared at me pleading and I took a deep breath nodding. She led me towards the garden and slowly my anger faded. I stared at the bright and overly large flowers trying to find some good in them, but not

DANTE'S POVI sat behind my desk with the lamp casting a harsh glow over the security plans spread out in front of me. My head was beginning to hurt from all the papers I had gone through but it was either this or mental torture. My fingers drummed against the wood, the steady tap-tap-tap doing nothing to calm the restlessness crawling under my skin. More than a week had gone by, and yet I made no progress. My body still acted feral even without a week of seeing her. A week without taking in that addictive scent. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, feeling the dull ache behind my eyes. The mate bond had been getting louder lately, a constant pull low in my gut that made my jaw tighten and my hands curl into fists. So bad, it happened even when I wasn't paying any attention. I kept remembering the way she had looked at me during our last argument. That fire in her eyes, I never knew I could love a hate stare so much. Goddess, I had never been so turned on all my life. Part of me w

SAGE'S POVI tried to yank my arm free, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. Dark, angry thoughts filled my head and I fought hard, kicking and clawing. The hand over my mouth was firm but not painful, and the body pressed against my back was solid and warm. My body twisted and I even elbowed the person's rib but they stayed still as a slab of marble. My mind raced with every horror story I had ever heard about being grabbed at events like this.Then a familiar scent hit me; coffee and cinnamon. It was intoxicating and I froze as the thought crept in. Dante. Recognition might have made someone else cool down but the urge to get away increased, and I fought harder, shoving against him with everything I had. “Get the fuck off me,” I hissed the moment his hand loosened enough for me to speak.“Would you stop acting like a squirrel and calm the fuck down?" He spat back and that only made me angrier. “All the more reason to fight you,” I snapped, pus