Becca. Good! “Now, look at the faces. No, not the ladies, ignore those ones. I mean the men. Look at their faces and tell me what you see?” He continued, still in that mesmerising voice. “That they all look good and pompously rich?” I murmured, unsure of what he was asking me. He chuckled. “That, they are, but that is not what I am asking of you. Look deeper, especially at those who are busy stealing glances at our table and tell me what you see in their eyes.” He continued and I began to despair. I really don’t know what it was that he could see that I could not. “Respect for you?” I finally answered, sure that there was the answer but he gave his head a shake and I almost gave up. “You are close, but not yet, and that’s because your mind is close to them and their expressions. Look at them in the same way you are viewing the ladies, Becca, and tell me what you see.” I could hear the gentleness in his words and that gave me some level headed calm. Turning more comfortably on m
Becca. It is no longer strange what this man can do to me. Trying to conceal more revelation by using my long lashes to cover the major part of my eyes, I took a sip from my wine glass. As if he knew what I was doing, he chuckled just as the waiters walked to our table with the first course. Relieved to have something to distract me from the potency of the man’s attention, I picked the napkin and spread it smoothly on my thighs. With our attention on the food, it was some minutes before any of us could say anything and even then, it was to share a mundane topic as I shielded from having any talk that was personal. It would be a shame if the man asked about my background and I began to stammer. I will never lie about my parents but I also don’t have any intention to confess that they are actually in the same country as me. Not just the country but also the same province. Won’t he then be curious that he had never seen them in the house in any of his visits or heard about them?
Becca.His eyes were hooded as he glanced at me.“Bother me? What exactly is meant to bother me yineka mou?” He questioned gently and I could see he was trying to understand.“Wasting so much food. There are many hungry souls out there, Christos.” I tried to make him understand.“And you are bothered by this? Is that what you are trying to tell me?” He murmured slowly with his fork paused in the air.“Yes, yes I am bothered.” I cried softly and he took some minutes to stare at me“Then will it help if I tell you I always make sure the untouched leftovers are neatly packed for the needy that usually come to the kitchen door? They know I don’t support food wasting yineka mou and that is why I have a good relationship with the proprietors of every restaurant I frequently visit.” He explained gently and it was some full minutes before I allowed myself to believe his words.If they ask me later, I will probably would say that was the moment I fell in love with him. This wonderful man.“How
Becca. “Oh my God.” I whispered and he left what he was doing with my dress to look at me. “What is the matter, Babes?” He asked with an alert expression and I could see the concern in his voice. “We left all those people in there to come here to do—to do stuff and only God knows what they are thinking right now. And the waiter? What must he be thinking?” I breathed out, conscious now of what we just did after my eyes cleared. “Who cares about those damn people anyways? They are unimportant as far as I am concerned.” The man pointed out and I almost groaned aloud. Of course he is a man, he won’t understand. Unable to control the reaction of my body, I shivered with reaction and I could feel a headache coming on. “Relax. Relax, Becca. Nobody is going to think anything because I made sure to raise my voice a little loudly when I asked the waiter for a private room where I can make an important international call, and trust me, as a man known for nothing but work and business, nobo
Christos. I might be the half human here with a wolf’s blood in me but there is nothing you can tell me, she is obviously a witch. A blood sucking lustful witch who might just be the end of me. And I love it! I love this bewitching side of her and I can’t wait to do more exploration to bring out the real soul lurking behind those sexy boobs of her. Sending her a hooded glint that was meant to pass my interest across, I leaned towards the table. “Want to dance or you want to go home?” I threw the question to the space between us. With eyes suddenly dark with interest, she gave me a few minutes of intense stare before leaning closer to me. “When you said home, yours or mine?” She asked slowly and I could not read the message in those eyes. Well, better to play it safe and go with my instinct. She’s free to disagree. “My home yineka mou. Nothing but my home will do at this stage.” I opened up honestly, knowing there was a lot to lose here. “Hmm.” And that was all she said but i
Christos.If not for the fact that she is a mother, I would think Becca Summer is a pure innocent.“Are you angry?” Her voice brought me out of my retrospection and I lowered my head to look inquisitively at her.“Angry?” I could not understand her meaning.“It’s obvious you are disturbed, so I want to know if you are angry because I said I don’t know how to dance yet brought us here.” She elaborated softly and I swore softly.“It is true I am angry.” I confessed slowly and I saw the sudden hurt come into her eyes. “But not in the way you think. I am angry at that man who found you special enough to impregnate but did not have the courtesy to court you and show you the little pleasures that matter.” I explained, unwilling to let her think she was the problem.It’s a fact that I can’t say I understand the strange expression that flashed through her expressive eyes and if she understood my meaning, she did not show it.She only gave me that intense look of her coffee brown eyes before
Christos. Tough! Besides, I think I can remember the day she was talking about. It was just like now, when she was frustrating me with her witchery. “Then it must be something I don’t know I do. Maybe a man’s thing when a woman is frustrating him?” I teased with a wide grin, hoping to distract her. “And I am frustrating you. Isn’t it?” Fortunately, she allowed herself to be distracted. “More than you will ever know. More than you will ever know yineka mou.” I bemoaned in a sad voice and she chuckled. “Hmm, that’s funny.” She said with a poke to my chest but I could see she was again happy. She must be happy knowing I’m weak when it comes to her. “Shall we continue with our dance?” Resigned to my fate, I asked with the intention to bring her closer to my body but she stayed me with a hand to my chest. What again? “No. I think I will rather go home now.” She breathed out and if I was confused as to which home she meant, the manner in which she stated it and then gazed into my eye
Christos. The loud sigh came through the link loud and clear even before he spoke. ‘It’s you that’s seeing it that way, Alpha. We are just trying to be responsible.’ Frank murmured in dismay and I had to stop briefly to close my eyes. “Is everything alright?” The lady beside me stopped almost at the same time to ask with a concerned gaze. I opened my eyes and gave a brief smile. “Sure! I just felt lightheaded for a second. That’s all.” I excused softly. “Then why not take a little of my strength, you have been working so hard recently I am sure you hardly sleep well.” She admonished gently and I felt some tenderness such that I had never felt before. If not for the voices in my head right now, I would have thought she was the one with the immortal blood. “Thank you.” In order to take away her suspicion, I pretended to rely more on her strength and I could see she loved this. It’s weird how she kept finding pleasure in little things! “Alpha? Are you there?” Frank called slowly