Page 55 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Well, it would be weird to call my mates brother, uncle now wouldn’t it?" I retorted.

He tilted his head, switching the dome lights on as he looked at me.

"Hmm, or you could call me daddy if you like?" He suggested with a wink.

My cheeks flushed and I glared at him, ignoring the way my body was reacting to him.

"I am not calling you that. Ever!" I snapped back.

"It was just a suggestion, Amore Mio. Why are you getting so worked up? Unless you were imagining calling me that..." He taunted me, with those onyx eyes watching me sexily.

Our eyes locked and I tried to calm myself down.

"What’s the matter? Lycan got your tongue?" He mocked.

"No… I was just… urgh! Don’t talk to me!"

How do I say that those words totally threw me off? The way they sounded in his deep voice... Don't think of that Kia!

"I am not calling you anything but Alejandro, now why are we stopping?" I was desperately trying to change the topic.

He gave me a look as he motioned to the restaurant that we had pulled up in.

"I don’t know about you, but I'm fucking hungry."

I looked out into the dark that was illuminated by the brightly lit restaurant.

"We’re in Manchester." I stated, feeling stupid.

"Yeah." He said, frowning. I nodded, feeling a little incompetent. "It’s my favourite restaurant when I come this way."

"Nice…" I said, as he turned the ignition off, plunging us into darkness.

We got out and before I even had the door shut he was by my side, shutting it for me. The car lights flashed as he locked it, before reaching for my hand. My heart thudding as he guided me towards the glowing entrance.

"You know, I'm not so useless that I need guidance." I said quietly.

"I never said you fucking were." He said. But he still wouldn’t let go of me, not until we were inside the brightly lit restaurant.

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Thirty minutes later, we were tucking into a huge order. We were seated in a stunning green velvet booth. The entire restaurant had an exquisite interior. The deep brown tables went perfectly well with the colour of the seats and walls. Soft instrumental music played in the background and I suddenly realised how much this looked like a date…

Alejandro was wearing a black button-down shirt, with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his tattoos. Not to mention how he filled the shirt oh so perfectly. The man was extremely hot. Goddess… did he have to be so smouldering?

I didn’t miss the looks we were getting at the amount of food we had ordered. I didn’t blame anyone either. There were just the two of us and we had ordered several dishes.

"Can I get you anything else?" The waitress asked. She was pretty, dressed in a black blouse and skirt. Her eyes fixed on Alejandro, giving him a flirty look. A look that sent jealousy spreading through me as fire did to oil. I clenched my teeth, trying not to growl. Feeling my aura rising.

Breathe…

Alejandro looked up at me sharply, before he reached over and took my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. His touch quelled the storm that had been rising within me.

"Tell me, Amore Mio, do you want anything else?" He asked, raising my hand to his lips as he kissed it softly.

I pressed my lips together, knowing he was trying to diffuse my anger, and he sure had, but now my stomach was going crazy. The waitress gave a forced smile, getting the hint.

"No thank you." I said coldly, glaring at her.

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