“My Lord.” Leonard addresses him, bowing his head slightly. I don't bother to do the same. I keep my head up, staring right at him like he has lost her mind, because clearly he has. What the hell is he doing here? “I’ll take it from here, Leonard.” Says Alpha Reagan in a very dry tone and a hoarse
REAGAN'S POV. I did not see the smile, but I know it was there on her face when I said those last words to her. I felt it. I was able to make her smile despite my creepy moves on her this evening and that's okay for me. I can go to bed with that. That guy Leonard, he might think he's getting somew
REAGAN’S POV. “Selena…” My voice is a low and husky. She stares at me with eyes as bright as a hunting torch and I can see the excitement swimming in them. “Yeah.” “Before that happens, I need you to tell me a few things.” “What is it you want me to tell you?” I let out a heavy exhale before se
ASHANTI'S POV. “Good morning everyone.” I greet cheerfully as I approach my fashion team with Ryan by my side. They respond in chorus, with bright smiles on their faces. Everyone looks excited and I'm sure just like me, they cannot wait to start already. « We all look very cheerful this morning.”
Mr. James is not going to make me cry. Ryan is right by my side as I work. Watching and saying nothing, but assisting me with anything I need. It takes me about one hour to draw my designs. And one hour thirty minutes for my team and I to bring them to life. There are a few mistakes in the process
ASHANTI’S POV. And then walks away. She bursts into tears. “He's not wrong tho.” Ryan leans closer and whispers into my ears. I shoot him a stern look that makes him smile and shrug his shoulders. “I said what I said.” The moment the judges exit the hall, I turn to my team mates and we all squea
RAEGAN’S POV. Ashanti and I had another bickering session throughout the ride to her house. She kept scolding me about things, most of which I can't even remember anymore because all I could think about at that moment was how cute she looked and how melodious her voice sounded. Goodness, she has n
“And that's it?” Kyle is the first to speak. I calmly nod my head as I say; “Yes, that's it.” In a very dry tone. “She didn't give me a name. She said he wore a mask or had her blindfolded whenever he came to see her, so she didn't see his face and when I tried to ask if she could trace her way bac