Page 61 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
Today has been strange. I sigh as I finish eating, placing the tray to the side, and lay down on the bed, pondering over everything that has happened. I sigh heavily once again as I place my hand on my belly.
I’m sorry, little one. I hope I’m not stressing you out.
I feel exhausted, and I hope tomorrow is a better day…
The following day, I’m awoken by Leo knocking on the door, leaving breakfast and a few bags of clothes outside before I see him disappear through another door.
His weird behaviour has surprised me, but I don’t ponder over it much before helping myself to breakfast and getting ready for the day, although I’m not sure I’m going to see anything outside of this room.
I have checked the tablet several times, but there is no message from Dante yet.
It is now past one in the afternoon when a knock on the door makes me look up. Leo opens it before I even say enter.
“You should knock and wait,” I remark.
Our eyes meet, but he is as emotionless as ever. Something has changed, though. I can’t be sure, but since the last time we talked, there is something off about him. He doesn’t reply to my comment and instead frowns seriously.
“I need you to give me all the information you can on your ex; full name, age, height, anything, including any images you may have of him. I also need certain dates and locations that might help me. So, when you have a moment, come outside.”
“Okay,” I reply, equally as emotionless.
Neither of us looks away, staring at one another for a moment longer before Leo looks away, his eyes falling to the discarded tampon box I had thrown last night. I feel my cheeks heat up slightly, and I frown.
“I’m a devil, and devils don’t bleed,” I state, although he didn’t ask me anything.
I want to smack myself. That sure was dumb, I admit, but yeah, right now, I don’t bleed from down there…
He simply raises an eyebrow before closing the door after him with a small snap. Weird. He is behaving fucking weird… and I had just said the weirdest shit to him. Oh, well, what is there to lose? He already rejected me, so I’ll be as strange as I want to be.
I get up and place all the dishes in a pile. I’ll take them outside with me. I pick up the tampon box and shove it into the bag before making the bed and checking my email once more. Nothing. I wonder if Leo can access everything. The way he talked unnerved me a little, like he could hack into anything…
Once the room looks presentable, I look in the mirror. I am wearing a black satin cami that is tucked into torn skinny jeans. I pull on some heeled boots, ready to leave my room. There are a few sports bras and briefs in the bags, too. Whoever had gotten them had definitely had an idea of my size, but what annoys me the most is this stuff is all branded. I don’t want to owe him anything.
I run my fingers through my hair and leave the room with the dishes.
“Where shall I put these?” I ask when my eyes fall on Leo, sitting back in his seat, his long legs sprawled in front of him with a hand resting under his chin. In black jeans and a black tee, he looks beyond handsome. The entire room smells of him, a scent that I can’t help but find very appealing.
“Put them near the door.” He jerks his head towards the door we had entered through last night. I do as he said, feeling his eyes on me. I turn and walk over to him. There is no other chair in here, so he motions to me to sit on the edge of the desk.
“I’m okay standing,” I reply, trying not to look at the belt he is wearing with a statement buckle. He doesn’t reply, instead turning to the screen next to me.
“From your call records, the unknown numbers you received calls from have all been different, most likely from burner phones. But from what I’ve observed, he has been rerouting messages sent to and from your phone to himself. Meaning from Scarlett’s, Liam’s, Elijah’s, all of their numbers. The only ones that seem to be safe from this are Alejandro’s and his family’s numbers,” he explains seriously, looking at the screen.
I want to ask how on earth he got into my old phone data, but I decide not to ask him irrelevant questions. There is an odd tension radiating off him, and after my ridiculous breakdown last night with him stopping me from rejecting him, things are already odd. I clear my head, paying attention to him.
“So does that mean he’s wary of Alejandro finding out?”
“Most likely. I don’t think he will release any images of Kataleya or Skyla. I think that’s definitely something he said to scare you with. He probably knew it would fuck you up. They are Alejandro’s daughters, that is not an enemy he wants to make,” Leo’s deep seductive voice murmurs.
“Judah is sick. He would do anything. I wouldn’t put it pasthim,” I reply, a cold shiver running down my spine.
“I don’t know. We’ll see.”
He is like an entirely different man right now; mature, serious, and calm. He takes a cigarette out of his pocket, and I watch him light it, my stomach fluttering. His eyebrow shoots up questioningly as he catches me staring.
“Want one?”
“No, thanks,” I say, turning and staring at the screen.
