Page 16 of Her Bully Alpha

I sighed, disliking how this looked. "Yeah, Janice? Did you need something?"

She nodded. "You have a client downstairs."

Shit. Of course, I did. "Thanks."

The door shut, and I glared at Jay. "What did you say to her?"

He shrugged and stepped back. "I told her who I was when I arrived."

I ground my teeth together, disliking how this looked. Janice would tell people about this, and people would think Jay and I were doing stuff. Which, in retrospect, wasn't terrible. Plenty of the guys were caught doing things to their significant others, but I wasn't that type of person. Jesus, I hadn't had sex anywhere besides my bedroom because I was very private.

"She's going to tell people. It looks like we were doing something."

Jay looked smug down as he stepped towards my door. "Good, people will understand you're taken then."

I grabbed my notebook and threw it at him. The notebook smacked him in the shoulder, tumbling to the ground. "This is my workplace! You don't get to decide what people do and don't know!"

Jay scowled at me. "I don't care. I want everyone here to know you're taken."

I felt my nostrils flare as he stuffed his hands into his pocket. "And my folks have invited us to dinner, so be sure you're off a little early. We will head over at five."

My stomach dipped, and I felt like I needed to vomit. It was clear that Jay's parents didn't like me. It didn't take much to get that from the scowl his father had the entire evening.

"And if I don't want to go?" I asked.

"You don't have a choice. My mother invited us, so we're going." He opened the door and stepped outside into the hallway. And I noticed a handful of the guys were waiting just a few feet away. They were watching Jay as he left, and I threw my head down on my desk.

Great. Just fucking great.

I squeezed my legs together, thinking that just moments ago, Jay and I could have kissed. And I hated it. I hated how he ordered me around and how he just expected me to fall in line. I hated how it was already changing everything. I hated everything about this.

Chapter 7 - Jay

I pulled in front of my parents' house and glanced at Sam in the passenger seat. She was rubbing her hands together nervously, and her left leg bounced. She had put on a different outfit when she got home. It was a simple, deep green dress that went to her ankles. She had paired it with black pumps and a black jacket. She looked stunning, but seemed a little moody since this morning, so I hadn't commented on it yet.

"So, how many people are here?" she asked, looking at the other cars parked there. I could see my brother’s and a few others, who I guessed belonged to my cousins.

"My parents and my brother. His car is here. Seems my folks invited my uncle and his kids."

She nodded and opened her car door, hopping out. I followed her, and we headed to the front door. Sam walked right next to me, her face black.

I didn't bother knocking and opened the door. My family's house was a lot like my own, but larger and more extravagant. They lived in luxury, and everyone knew it when they first arrived at the house.

As soon as anyone walked in the spacious house, it took people's breaths away, but Sam looked almost offended. Her nose crinkled up slightly, and her eyes scanned the entryway.

"Something wrong?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

She shrugged, pulling her jacket off. "I will never understand the need for so much wasted space."

"Jay, I'm so happy you could make it." We turned as my mother made her way towards us from the living room. She was wearing a long cream dress, and her hair fell flat around her face. "We were starting to think you were going to be late."

"Sorry," Sam apologized, offering my mother a smile. "It was my fault. I left work late and made us fall behind on schedule."

"It's alright, dear." My mother offered Sam a soft smile in return. "We were just getting a little worried. Jay is normally the first person to arrive at these events."

She wasn't wrong. I liked to be early, just in case. It always looked better to be the first person to arrive. My father had always expressed that if you were early, you were on time, but if you arrived on time, you were late.

My mother pointed us toward the dining room, and we headed after her. I glanced at Sam, watching her eyes take in the space. She looked unmoved.

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