Alpha: Devil's Rose MC #3

Chapter 19: Persephone Estrada

Nothing was ever this gentle, this sweet, this kind, this gracious, this light. Nothing has ever been so easy, so flowing, so beautiful. The nature of whatever this is, I'm sure. The light from the low burning candles bounces off his sharp jawline. 

There is nothing left of the dessert that we had devoured only moments ago, the lingering taste of cherry and whiskey still sitting upon my lips. The waiter comes back with a small smile gracing her bright pink lips, strands of her black hair puffing out of the messy ponytail she sports.

"Is there anything else the two of you would like tonight?"

Alpha - King, I mean - flicks his eyes to me. I shake my head in return.

"No, thank you. Just the check."

"I'll be back in a few."

He nods his head back to her, reaching into his pocket to pull out his tattered wallet. I reach into my purse. Well, more like try.

"Yeah, no."

"Please. 50/50."

"No, not happening."

"Okay, um, I'll get the tip."

"No."

"King. I wasn't asking a question."

"But I-"

"Let a girl pay."

"Is this worth my time arguing over?"

"Not on a first date, no."

"Alright, then. I'll pay for everything else tonight and every waking moment after that."

"So, say I'm in a coma. You'll make me pay for my breathing machine and everything?"

"We both know that if your coma lasts more than two weeks, you want me to pull the plug."

"You've got to stop making me sound like a person who wants to die."

He chuckles, sliding his credit card into the clear pocket. Just as we are about to leave, I put thirty bucks on the table, sending a quick thank you to our professional and kind waiter. My goodness, I would not want to have her job. 

King slips an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side, and lays a kiss on the top of my head as we walk out the French restaurant doors. A yawn escapes from between my lips, and I nuzzle deeper into his warmth.

"Are you tired?"

"A bit. But I would be okay if we wanted to do something else."

"I could be out all night with you, no problem, but you are tired. Let's head home and watch a movie or something."

"Really? I don't want to take away from whatever the plan was."

"The plan doesn't matter if you're tired. It's been a long day for you. You need rest."

"But you-"

"Let a man take care of you."

"Is this worth my time arguing over?"

"Not on a first date, no."

I can't begin to imagine how cheesy we look right now. He slides the motorcycle helmet back on my head, making sure it's tight enough on my head before lifting me up on the seat. He knows I can do it by myself. He's just like that. 

I wrap my arms tightly around his muscular torso, the front of my body pushing into his back. I wouldn't mind it that much if my boobs weren't getting crushed. I don't know when my heart decided that I no longer have control of it.