Page 42 of I Replaced His Husband
Maybe I’d been too hopeful before. Or I was just fooling myself. But perhaps… I shouldn’t be so scared to say it out loud?
"If it works for you, we can keep it at instinct. But it could be more. I’m open tomore."
There. I said it. Was it too much?
Kay let out a short, angry laugh. At the same time, I could feel this intense resentment burning under the surface.
"More? Please, stop. A good fuck screws with most alphas’ heads. And my looks? They always do the trick. Don’t make it into something it’s not, okay?"
I just blinked, staring at him. That line about beingopen to morewas clearly a failure.
"I won’t bring it up again, if that’s what you want, Kay," I said, keeping my voice calm, and lowering my eyes.
"Yeah. So enough talking. Just… don’t talk to me, alright? Please. Justdon’t!"
It almost sounded like he was begging. Like he was afraid of what might come out if wedidtalk.
What else could I do? Not much. I nodded, took the tray, and left his room.
A setback, sure. But I wasn’t giving up that easily. It was only the end of our second day. I knew this would take time, and I had plenty of that. Like I said, I had my eyes on him, and I wasn’t about to look away.
???
Marco was already in his room, and only Adam was in the kitchen, cleaning up.
As I walked over, he glanced at the tray in my hands. "Did Kay eat it?"
"Yeah, he liked it." I paused, considering whether to mention the less pleasant part of our exchange, but decided not to make a big deal out of it, since I was firmly on this path anyway, determined to see where it would lead. Might as well enjoy the ride, right?
But Adam clearly had something on his mind. He tilted his head and gave me one of those long, thoughtful looks.
"What?" I muttered, starting to feel uneasy under his stare.
"What’s going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"This whole alpha-marking-his-territory act with the Sanderses. You running around cooking for Kay, hovering outside his room like a guard dog. It’s a lot. And it’s kinda funny,considering you scolded me for even suggesting you might court him. Now look at you. You're totally doing it."
Flustered, I leaned against the counter. He was right, of course, but I wasn’t keen on admitting it, duh!
"I’m just being decent! He’s in a vulnerable spot, and I want to help. What’s wrong with that?"
Adam eyed me for a second, then bit his lip, a smug spark in his eyes. "Nothing. You won’t hear me complaining."
"What I’m doing is pure instinct. He’s an omega who needs help, and I’m an alpha, but—" I cut myself mid-sentence.
Damn!
Lying to myself hurt more than I expected. And lying to Adam? When he was already on my side? Pointless.
"But? Come on, man. The good stuff always comes after ‘but’," Adam said, grinning.
"Shit. Okay. It’s still really early. It feels dumb to even talk about it. But maybe what you said earlier, it could… possibly head in that direction." After a pause, I added, almost too quietly, "If he lets it. I wouldn’t mind exploring more options for our… interactions."
Adam just stared at me, mouth slightly open.
"Wow. Seriously? Your resilience amazes me. He’s a jerk to you, and you’re still thinking about something more? Maybe it really is just instinct, man. I mean, unless you’re into pain kink or something."
