Page 37 of Her Destined Alpha
“You never do, Rayhan, it’s me who always has to chase up a call. Okay, listen, I don’t want any excuses. Next month there is a family event that I want you to attend, and I won’t take no for an answer,” she said firmly.
“Fine. Mom, I need to go shower.”
“See, Mom, he’s trying to get rid of you!” Raihana’s voice came.
“At least I’m not the one posting provocative pictures on social media,” I remarked.
“Low blow, Ray. Actually, you’re probably not, but everyone knows what you and your manwhore for a best friend probably get up to.” Okay, I probably asked for that.
“We are not alike.” I wasn’t an angel either... but still, I was not Chris.
“You are recognised by who your friends are, brother. And that pig-headed blond is a player. With probably a hundred diseases…”
“Raihana! He is the Delta!” Mom scolded in the background.
“So? Just stating facts. Anyway, you better get back here. It’s our cousin’s wedding, Ray, you can’t miss it. There’s going to be dancing, drinking, and women in gorgeous gowns, or men if that’s what you prefer.”
“Raihana, your brother is busy; let him go! Take care, Rayhan, you must be busy.”
“Mommy’s boy,” she muttered. “Bye, Ray, do call, we miss you.”
“Miss you too, sis.” Despite our banter, she was still my little sister. One who could talk a lot,I feel sorry for her future mate…
I plugged my phone in to charge, my dream returning to me. Why couldn’t I have stayed asleep for a little longer?
Three hours later, Chris and the girls had left. Rose had given Delsanra food and bid her farewell as I wasn’t able to face her, not after I had ended up thinking dirty about her in the shower again…Fuck, help me.
Things were just getting harder with each passing day, and I had known they would continue to, but after what happened the night before…
I ran my fingers through my hair as I unlocked the apartment and entered. I had popped to her workplace, telling them she hadn’t been well because I had a feeling she might want to return there. Her loser of a boss was in the hospital with a number of broken bones, so there was no way he’d be out of the hospital for a few weeks, and by then, I hoped to have won her over.
Okay, I needed to face her… I couldn’t believe this was me now. I was someone who never had a problem facing a woman, not even after an awkward situation. I mean, I’d slept with Kiara and was not awkward about it. That one turned into a weird situation... I slept with my cousin’s mom whilst she was pregnant with him. Yeah, not something I’d ever bring up, but it was the truth.
Nice going, Rayhan.
Back to my kitten...Let’s face her. I walked to her door, about to knock when it was pulled open to reveal Delsanra, fully dressed. Her scent hit me as I looked her over. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, a few strands framing her face. She wore a blue long-sleeved top that had a boat neck; the fabric stretched at the chest and hung slightly loose at her narrow waist. She had it paired with black jeans and boots. The sleeves of her top half covered her hands.
She looked up at me, her heart racing. I was sure last night was playing in her mind just as it was mine. I swallowed, trying not to let the urge to pull her close consume me.
“The others have left, so it’s just the two of us. Want to go out or something? Also, I ended up popping down to the diner. The asshole is in the hospital, and he won’t be out for a few weeks. No one mentioned you, so it’s safe to say he didn’t mention his own deeds.” I ran my hand through my hair, watching her. “I told them you weren’t well. I was thinking you could get back to work if you like, and then after two weeks, you can decide what you want to do.”
Okay, that was just a ramble, but it wasn’t my fault when she looked so good… there was also the fact that I was guilty of what I did while thinking about her. Maybe I was overreacting, but she was my mate, not just a sexual object that I had gotten off to.Women are more than objects of lust, I swear.I blamed Chris for corrupting me.
She crossed her arms under those breasts of hers and raised an eyebrow.
“What did you do?” she asked suspiciously. I looked at her in surprise.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart thudding.
“You’re feeling guilty about something.”
“For last night,” I admitted, thinking about what I did in my bedroom.
I wasn’t lying… she just didn’t know what I meant. I felt bad, but… she seemed to accept it and gave me a once over before wrinkling her nose.
“Do you always dress like you’re going to a fashion show?”
It was my turn to look down at myself; blue jeans, tan boots, white T-shirt… tan jacket… a belt. Yeah, basic.
