If Kisses Should Win

Part six

Hello!! I would just like to inform you that this chapter will start off in Elliot's point of view. I will indicate when it switches back to Dex. Happy reading!
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He smelled of another alpha. It was strong. It was so strong. It made me sick to think that he was touched by another alpha. Why? He's not mine. We had sex a couple times and that's all but the thought of another man touching him makes me want to throw up. I want to snap that idiot alpha that touched him in half. Dex obviously was not ok. He had bites on his neck and it made me furious. Someone hurt him. His eyes were sad and he wouldn't stop picking at his nails.
Once again I made a guess and threw a lavender scented bath bomb into the water of the bath. I sat out a new towel and a shirt of mine along with some bottoms. I sighed. I need to calm down. I have no right to get angry. He's not mine. But that child is. I left the bathroom and saw Dex sitting in the same position from when I had left. He was biting the edges of his thumb nail. Bad habit. It's cute.

Back to Dex's POV
He came out of the bathroom and I took my hand down from my mouth.
"All ready. I sat out new clothes in there for you as well." I quickly got up and walked over to him.
"Thank you." I then went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. It was modern. Just like the rest of his house. It was mainly white with black accents. I noticed the splash of soft green here and there throughout the whole house. It was a very pretty green. Soft and warm. The complete opposite of him. I walked over to the bath and touched the warm water. I sniffed the air. Lavender? I noticed the foam in the bath that the bath bomb must have left behind. How did he know that I like lavender?
I undressed and stepped carefully into the warm water. I sighed in relief as the smell intoxicated me. It reminded me of home.
My grandma always smelled so sweetly of lavender. I smiled and dropped my shoulders below the water. I relaxed in the water for another couple minutes before deciding it was time for me to get out.
I stepped out onto the soft bath mat and wrapped myself in the towel. Soft as well. Everything in this house seems as if it has never been used. I got dressed in the clothes he had left me. The shirt hung low and the pants I had to tighten the waist so they would stay up.
I exited the bathroom looking for Elliot. He was in nor the kitchen or living room. I pondered weather I should go up the stairs. Why the hell not. I stepped onto the cold stairs grabbing the railing. I walked up them looking around as I did.
I have never been up here before. When we had sex we always did it on the couch or at a hotel. I turned the corner and saw a hallway with three doors. The first two were closed. The door at the end of the hallway was slightly cracked open.
I quietly walked towards the door. I peaked inside and saw him standing facing the large window on the phone.
"Listen...I'm not dealing with this bullshit right now. Mother...please. Fine...I'll agree to the arranged marriage but give me some time.
My heart sank at those last words. That's right. He's rich and runs a company. Of course he would marry some beautiful omega who comes from a good background. His marriage would help out his company right? Marrying me would do nothing for him. I come from a middle class family who has no significance in this world. If his parents found out about me they would probably pay me off to never see him again. They would pay me to lie to him about the baby. I know about those kind of people. The people who care about nothing but themselves. It makes me sick.
I fell forward slightly hitting the door. He turned my way but I was already gone. I took off running down the hall. Shit shit shit. I went down the stairs quickly. To quickly. I tripped on the second to last step and fell. I hit the ground hard. I whimpered as the surge of pain went through my body. I heard him come down the stairs fast.
"Are you alright?!" He lifted my head. I pushed him away. I have to end this relationship if you could even call it that.
"I'm fine. I'll leave now." I got up and steadied myself.
"Why? You can stay the night here." I shook my head no.
"It's fine. I'll have someone return the clothes." I began to walk to the door. He grabbed my hand.
"You don't have to leave." I stifled a laugh. Yes I do. You are going to get married.
"Stop. You won't have to see me or this baby ever again. I'll leave you to your marriage and rich life. I'll go and live my normal boring life. Okay?" His mouth hung open.
"You heard the phone call..." He sighed and put his hand over his eyes.
"Look...it's only for appearances. I would like to be apart of this child's life if you keep it." I raised my eyebrows.
"Really!? Well guess what...FUCK YOU! I am keeping MY baby! You can go die for all I care! I DONT KNOW YOU! I DONT WANT TO KNOW YOU! This is a CHILD. Not a dog. It's MY baby. You are a grade A douche. I told you out of respect, that's it. You made me leave and made me feel like ABSOLUTE SHIT! THEN YOU WANTED TO BE ALL NICE! Fuck you Elliot. Fuck you."
He just stood there and said nothing. Asshole. I opened the door but he slammed it shut.
"WHAT THE FUCK! Let me leave!" I turned around to face him. He was pissed. I smiled. Finally he was doing something other than staring off into the distance with a blank face.
"Finally some actual emotion." His hands were placed on either side of my head.
"Please...just stay here for the night." His face became sad. Weird.
"Fine." He looked at me his face brightening slightly.