Page 97 of Alpha-Ex Wedding Ruse
A slut. Seducing the boss just to steal from him? Why is she even here?
Mr. Vaughn should know better than to associate himself with—
And then…silence.
The whispers died mid-sentence. The air in the room shifted like a cold wind blowing through an open window. I watched Jasmine’s face pale as she suddenly started typing faster, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.
Then came his voice. Low. Cold. Razor sharp.
“No, go ahead. Don’t stop on my account.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see the women standing ramrod straight, their heads buried on the floor, their bodies stiff with tension.
Luca walked toward them, and with every step, a ripple moved through the room—like fear had taken on a body and was walking right beside him.
“What department do you work in?”
“S–sir?”
Anger sparked in his eyes. “Don’t fucking make me repeat myself.”
“F–finance, sir,” the first woman stammered.
“Marketing, Alpha Vaughn,” the second one replied with trembling lips.
“Jasmine,” Luca called, not looking in our direction, “inform HR of two vacancies in the Finance and Marketing departments.”
Their eyes flew wide. Color drained from their faces. Their spite was replaced by raw, desperate panic.
Luca took another step toward them, his voice like ice cracking. “I pay you to work. Not to waste time gossiping. Now get out.”
They didn’t dare beg. That would’ve only enraged him more. With tears threatening to spill from their eyes, they gathered themselves and rushed out of the lobby. And just like that, the room snapped back to order. Everybody scrambled to their various work stations.
My wolf purred inside of me. She liked the way he defended us. The way his power silenced the room. And she wanted to go to him and curl against him.
Luca came up to me. His voice was soft—a clear contrast to what it had been moments ago—as he asked. “Are you okay?” I could hear the concern in his voice.
My heart did a flip.
I nodded quickly, trying to steady my voice. “Yes. Thank you.”
He regarded me for a moment, but then turned to Jasmine. “Have the keycard sent up to my office.” And to me, “Let’s go, Leila.
Luca held the door open when we got to his office. I gave him a small smile, trying hard—too hard—to control my wolf, who was practically doing cartwheels inside of me, and walked in.
But the moment I stepped into the office and caught sight of his desk, a memory slammed into me like a wave at full tide.
I remembered that Monday morning I’d come to see him. We hadn't seen each other in three days as he’d been out of town all weekend.
When I walked in, and when his eyes met mine, he lit up. A wide grin spread across his lips, the kind that melted all my logic.
He didn’t wait a second. He crossed the room to me and slammed his mouth against mine. He kissed me like he’d been starving. Like his body had gone three days without oxygen and I was the only air left. His mouth was wild and urgent, and when he finally pulled back—enough to press his forehead to mine—I was breathless. Lipstick smeared his mouth.
“God, I’ve missed you, Leila,” he beamed. “A second more in Vancouver and I might’ve died.”
I laughed, warmth spreading through every part of me—especially between my legs.
“I missed you, too, Luca. This place was a little less…grumpy without you.”
