All Chapters of Dear Alpha, You Are Not My Type!: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

/-Kai-/“Sir, you have a visitor.” “Tell whoever it is that I'm busy,” I answered. My schedule for the day was closed and only a few people loved to fix appointments without any consultation. Not limited to my ex-wife, of course. “It's Taylor Macaulay, sir,” my PA went ahead to inform me. Taylor? Now that was interesting. “Let him in.”A few minutes later, he walked into my office with the same air of arrogance as he did two years ago. He took a seat and stared at me with a very serious expression. “It has come to my notice that you have my staff in your possession,” Taylor said. I leaned back against my seat. “I don't remember receiving any staff with a recommendation letter from you, Mr Macaulay.” “Skylar Anderson,” he called. The audacity of him to come looking for the very girl he sent after me. I was yet to uncover her real mission in my life and he expected me to just hand her over?“I don't know anyone by that name,” I shrugged, pulling out my cigarette pack. “I'm n

/-Skylar-/There were so many people. All in sophisticated dresses and expensive jewelries. However the moment Kai and I walked through the door, all eyes turned to us. I cursed under my breath. I told him that I didn't want this skimpy dress, now these men were looking at me like they wanted to rip me apart. At every door, there was a huge man with a gun. I wanted to ask Kai what they were for but I decided against it. The asshole would insult me, rather than just answer my question. Even when we walked into the crowd, I could still feel eyes on me. Us. The first set of people that came to us were women. They swarmed Kai like I wasn't there. I huffed and looked away as the bastard showered in their praises.“You look hotter than I last remember. You should get my number,” some blonde woman said. I rolled my eyes as he took her business card. I clenched my fists, biting back the urge to snatch the stupid card and shove it down his throat. Instead, I turned away, scanning the roo

/-Skylar-/There was a woman in the house.And she wasn't alone. There were children with her. Two of them. None about seven years if I was right. She was sitting in the living room, legs crossed with a drink in hand, watching tv, while her boys played around. The minute we stepped into the living room, the boys came running towards him. “Daddy! Daddy!” They squealed in excitement, running into his arms. I froze for several seconds. He was married?A wave of disgust hit me. So all the while he was busy flirting and sleeping around with different women, he had a wife who was probably at home, waiting everyday for him to come home. I was going to shoot him a look of disdain when I felt one on me already. I soon realized that his wife was glaring at me. I felt insulted. Of all the men in the world, she thought I'd settle for her husband just because of his food looks?“You didn't tell me you were coming, Gwen,” Kai said. There was no warmth in his voice, no remorse, no happiness,

/-Skylar-/Kai thought I hesitated.He was wrong.I could’ve slit his throat without a second thought. The only reason I didn’t was because I wasn’t done figuring him out yet. I didn’t kill unless it benefited me. And right now, keeping him alive was more useful than watching him bleed out at my feet.But if he wanted to test me, fine.I’d play along.Kai smirked as he studied me, his sharp gaze searching for weakness. “Let’s see what you’re really made of,” he said.I leaned against the table, arms crossed. “Finally. So what’s the job?”His smile widened like I’d just amused him. “Eager, aren’t we?”“I like getting things done.”Kai turned to one of his men. “Bring the file.”A moment later, a thick manila folder was placed in front of me. I flipped it open, scanning the documents inside. A name. A face. Locations. Patterns.A politician. Low-level, but important enough to be a problem for someone.I smirked. “This it?”Kai tilted his head. “Disappointed?”“I was expecting something

/-Skylar-/That jerkface!I should have known that he was going to pull something like this. But I couldn't even brimg myself to be pissed at him.For the first time since I took over this miserable body, I actually felt like myself again. Like Raven. To think that was such an easy kill to. I needed to learn about guns too. They seemed a lot more exciting than blades. I went to the kitchen to help myself with some water. The delicious smell of food caught my attention. I followed the scent, my stomach reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since this whole mess started.Anders was at the stove, stirring something in a pan. He glanced at me over his shoulder, then smirked. "Didn’t take you for the type to actually eat, Anderson."I rolled my eyes. "What, you think I run on pure spite?"He shrugged. "Wouldn’t be surprised."I grabbed a plate from the cabinet and leaned against the counter. "What’s for dinner?""Whatever I felt like making," he said, dumping a portion onto my plate. "You’r