Chapter Twelve – Get those thoughts out of your head. -1
Alyssa
I am annoyed as we arrive outside our hotel room on the top floor. stressed out, I haven’t even had a chance to take in my surrou
violence is not the answer.
“Why have you been rushing me all damn morning?” I ask,
has been rushing me since we left this morning. I am have been close multiple times to slapping him today, but
“Because I wanted to get here as quick as we could. I don’t want to my family until dinner tonight.” He answers, opening the
door for us.
“Does that mean we are staying in the hotel room until dinner?” Talich.
“I am. You can explore if you want. I don’t want to run into my family. There are a lot of thern, and tonight and all day tomorrow are going to be enough time to spend with them. We aren’t staying in a normal hotel room, kitten.” He smirks and opens the door, motioning me to go inside first.
1 look at him, confused. What does that mean? I soon answered my chestion when I stepped through the door and realised we were not in a room but a beautiful, large, expensive penthouse. My eyes go wide, and my jaw nearly hits the floor.
w–we are staying here?”
“Yes. I wanted to be away from everyone else. It is why I booked it. No one has any idea where I am staying in the hotel, and i would much prefer it to stay that way.” He replies.
I glance around. I have n
never seen anything like it. You could fit my entire apartment in here. It has beautiful white marble floors and high ceilings. The walls are all painted white with expensive art hanging on them. The furniture is a mix of grey and white. Large glass windows surround the room with a view of the beach. I spot a swimming pool outside on the terrace. The design of the entire place is modern.
I walk around, taking it all in. It has a built–in kitchen, too. I take my time exploring the entire place, and it is stunning. My last place is the bedroom. Now, I know why he said we need to share a room because even with the size of the place, there is only one bedroom. It is stunning. It has an ocean view; the colour scheme is different from the rest of the place. It is black and silver. A queen–size bed sits in the centre but isn’t directly on the floor. It is on a small platform, which has two stairs leading up to it. Pretty little lights are surrounding the headboard and on the ceiling love it.
“There is a walk–in closet, too, if you
want
to get your things hung up.”
Wyatt’s voice from behind me pulls me from my thoughts. I didn’t realise he was behind. He stayed in the living room area as I toured the place. I guess he is used to places like these. It is nothing new to him. He doesn’t seem phased by it.
“We should probably hang our things up before they get creased.” I smile.
He takes our bags to the walk–in closet, and I follow. The closet is bigger than my living room and kitchen put together. I would love something like this at home. It will never happen, though. I will never make the kind of money to make these things possible. I can dream; there is no harm in that. It doesn’t take long to unpack can tell by looking at the outfits he bought me without me choosing them cost too much, like the damn dress, but there is no point in arguing with him about them.
I turn around to leave the closet, hut Wyatt blocks me. I walk right into his hard chest,
“Can I get by, please?” I ask softly.
He shakes his head and places his hand on my hip, “No. Are you still annoyed at me? I know I have been getting on your last nerve, too. I am sorry, but events with my entire family stress me out.”
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He chuckles, “You are cute when you are mad. Let me make it up to you?” he rasps, pulling my body tightly to his
A whimper escapes loudly from my lips, and Wyatt smirked.
“Don’t start playing with me again, Wyatt,” I warn.
I soon r
regret my choice of my
words.
“I would love to play with you, just in a different kind of way than what you
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Chapter Twelve Get those thoughts out of your head. -2
His tone is low and raspy. It causes a shudder through me and make between my thighs start to pulse. I know exactly what he
“Stop. Stop pretending like you want me, okay? I don’t know why you are doing this. Is it boredom? Do your get kicks out of it? Tell me. I am curious about how that damn brain of yours works.” |
The expression on his face changes. He isn’t smirking or smog.
“Who says I am pretending?” He asks, taking a step back from me.
“Me. I have worked with you for over a year, Wyatt. Not once have you acted in such ways towards me. It has only been the last few days. I want to know why?” I state firmly.
1 shake my head and walk by him. I can’t be close to him right now. the closet and thought I was safe, but I was soon being grabbed from the wall, I gasp, not expecting such force, but it turns me on. What
is messing with my head and hormones. I managed to exit behind and swung around to face Wyatt. He pushes my back.to wrong with me?
“Do I seem like the type of man to you that messes around?” he snarls.
“Don’t take that tone
ton
with
answer with the same tone he spoke to me.
“Or what? What are you going to do? Slap me? I know you have been wanting to do it all day.” He laughs, lust dancing in his eyes.
I clench my hands at my side, “Don’t fucking tempt me, Wyatt.”
He places one hand on the wall next to my head, using the other to caress my cheek. He presses his body to mine, and that is when I feel it: his hard–on bulging through his jeans. He is turned on with everything happening.
“Maybe i would like it.” He smirks.
I swallow hard, struggling to deal with his intense stare at me.
“You didn’t answer my question. Do I seem like the type of man that messes around or lies?”
I try to answer with words, but nothing comes out. I shake my head. He is a lot of things, but a lair is not one of them. He is always
honest.
“Exactly! So why would you think I am messing with you?”
inches closer and closer to mine with every word. If he moves any closer, his lips will be on mine.
His face in
“Y–y–you know w
why,” I whisper and look at the ground.
He places his thumb on my chin, tilting my head to make me look at him again, “Is a man not licking his lips,
allowed to change his mind?” he asks,
“Of course, he is allowed, but I see the woman that comes in and out of your office, Wyatt. I am nowhere close to your type. women are stunning.”
He raises his brow at me, “You don’t think you are pretty?”
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1 shake my head, “Not comparing to them,”
“You are beautiful, Alyssa, 1 think you are. No, you aren’t my usunt lipe, but it doesn’t make you any less beautiful than those other
women
I am surprised to see his eyes solten, and his tone does, too. He has compliment. I need to get it together. I can’t go down this road. He
ever looked at me with such gentle features. I blush at his my damn boss! How cliche of me would it be?
“Thank you, but whatever thoughts you have in your head, you need to eliminate them. Nothing is happening here. You are my boss, nothing more.” I say softly.
“No can do, sorry. I always get what I want. Stop pretending like you don’t want me to. I am your boss, but we are adults; it shouldn’t matter.” He replies matter–of–factly,
I roll my eyes, place my hand on his chest and push him away, “Nuvi going to happen.”
I walked away quickly because if he caught me and did something like press his lips to mine, Twould end up giving in to him. It is the last thing I need because my gut tells me I wouldn’t stop if I started. I hate myself for it, but the man is driving me Insane, and it doesn’t help it has been a while since I have had sex. I need to keep it together. I can’t allow this weekend to change the dynamic between us. It would become too complicated.
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