The Alpha's mate

Chapter 13

I lay in my bed, still wearing my robe. Xavier was threatning me through the door, though, we all know he wouldn't do anything.

"Don't bet on that sweetheart." I can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Get out of my thoughts you creep."

"One hour Rose, if you're not ready I'll dress you and do your hair." He threatens.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be ready." Some of my anger from the past few days, was starting to diminish. Wheather that is good or bad is yet to be determined.

Now, of course there was no chance of him getting off this easy, no I wasn't like that. I was going to make him pay, then I might think about forgiving him. And trust me I always got my revenge. Flirting with another male was a thought, although it would put someone else in danger.

I get off the bed and make my way to the giant ass bathroom. I had made Xavier get all the shit I use a few weeks ago. I didn't use all of that girly stuff, but I did use vanilla stuff, just because it smells good.

After I take a shower, I go into the walk in closet and put on a black bra and underwear set. The bra was strapless, so it would go with my shirt thingy.

Once I'm done getting dress I blow dry my thick hair. I didn't know where we were going, nor do I care. I just leave my hair straight, I was to lazy to do anything with it.

Most girls would be shitting themselves at their first date, not me though, I'm just thinking about the food. I really hope it's good. Does that make me fat? I pat my flat stomach and shake my head. I'm good.

I put on a light amount of eyeliner and then light pink lip gloss. I wasn't in any mood to do a full face of makeup. Especially considering I had no clue where we're going. Ok I lied, I do care a little about where we're going.

'Try more like alot.' Liv snickers.

I ignore her putting on my outfit. The top was a nude color and I had on some fancish jeans. I was planning on wearing my vans, but after much begging from Liv and Lacey, I went with heels instead.

Lacey also conviced me to get clip on earrings, seeing as how I refused to peirce them.

Once I'm ready I grap my phone and bag and meet Xavier in the living room. He looked good I'll give him that. He always looked good. He had on a blue butto up shirt, with dark blue jeans.

He grasp my hand in his and guides me out the door. He was being sweet, to sweet.

"You look good." He compliments, when we slide into his car.

"Dont I always look good?"

His eyes widen, before he starts stuttering. "Yes, I just ment that you look.. um, especially good," He corrects.

"Well, you look good to."

He rolls his eyes. "I know." Then he pretends to flip hair over his shoulder.

"Don't push your luck, I'm still mad at you."

"Not that mad." He adds.

"Keep this up, I'll raise hell, literally."

"I bet you'd still look good, even in the apocalipse." He kisses up.

Within a few minutes we pull up to a small restuarant. It was italian, by the looks of it, it also had that homy, family business look.

"Emma told me italian was your favorite. The family that owns the restaurant are old family friends." He explains.

My heart flutters, slightly. I wasn't used to anyone trying so damn hard, yet, he was. Not only was he trying hard, he actually did it correctly. I mean I really like itailian food.