Railed By The Alpha

Chapter 49

Micheal dropped me straight at Faye's house without any questions asked. "You can go back to Christopher. I'll be fine here. Her parents are home as well." I told him while stepping out of the car.

He agreed and drove off, cutting his stalking shift short for tonight. I mean, there wasn't much threat anywhere for me. No one asides from Christopher and his own people had stalked or approached me. If I needed protection ever, it was from him.

I placed my hand over my head and quickly walked into the building before the rain got any heavier. Some parts of my hair got wet while the rest of me was still dry. I entered the floor and headed up to Faye's apartment. She lived with her parents, like most of us but she was planning to move out soon, just as she was done getting her law degree.

I was greeted by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Leonard who were still awake. They were watching television when I let myself in through the front door as I had the key to it at all times.

Before I could say more, Faye rushed out of her bedroom and dragged me back to hers. I had a couple of drinks before coming here and neither of her parents were aware.

"Are you drunk?" She asked, eyeing me from the top to the bottom.

"No!" I exclaimed, shaking my head and resting my bag over her bed. "Why would you think that?" I felt a bit tipsy but that was all. A few drinks couldn't get me drunk.

"Your eyes are red."

"My parents got divorced, Faye. Of course, my eyes are going to be red." I reminded her with a faint chuckle escaping my throat. Slowly, this all was turning into a big bad joke.

"Oh, shit, yeah. You feeling okay?" She was concerned, to say the least.

"Yes, I'm going to be fine. I just don't want to talk about my parents or their divorce. Tell me something else—anything else. Are you dating someone? How's law school? When are you going to graduate?" I quickly asked while slumping down over the couch beside her bed.

I just didn't want to think about my parents, at least for one night.

Her eyes followed me, "Soon. How did you come here? Didn't you just leave like five minutes ago?" She folded her arms across her chest, wondering what speed got me here.

"I didn't drive!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. "It was Micheal, he was outside my home and I told him to give me a ride here. He drives very well."

"Why was he outside?"

"To—to make sure I don't—" My brows closed as I tried to think of a reason why Micheal was outside my home. "I don't know exactly but I think he was there to protect me. It's a long story. You don't want to hear. I don't even want to hear it again."

I didn't want to think of Christopher either. He rose different emotions within me and it was difficult. He just held all this influence over me and it was hard to break through with it. With my previous relationship with Adam, I didn't really have to think much about everything—what lipstick was I wearing, what underwear I had on, did I shower, and all those silly little things.

It was easy with Adam and after he cheated on me, it was even more easier. I could just go to him whenever I wanted to whine, eat or have sex and he wouldn't ever have a problem.

With Christopher, everything was hard. I had to be cautious with everything I did even though he was the evil one here.

It was like I craved his attention—him.

"This is some good fucking cookies and cream," I mumbled while letting the ice cream melt into my mouth.

Faye watched me as I shoved another spoonful of ice cream down my mouth. "That's the second tub, Bek. You're going to get diabetes if you continue at this pace." She joked, lightly taking some of the ice cream with her small little spoon.

"So are you." I smiled at her and swallowed the cold ice cream.

It was the only thing that rested my mind asides from the series Faye played on the television. We had been in here, cooped up with each other for more than just a few hours. She had found my wine bottle and replaced it with an ice cream shake, banning me to drink on a weekday and get drunk.

"I'm going to go check on Mom and Dad and find something else to eat asides from ice cream." She jumped off the bed and soon wandered outside the room.

I remained over the bed, the blanket draped over my legs and chest while I had a bucket of ice cream resting over my stomach.

The phone on my side of the bed rang. I stopped shoving ice cream down my throat and quickly jumped up straight when I saw the caller ID flashing on my screen.

"Fuck. Now?" It was the middle of the night. What did he want with me now? He knew I had to be sleeping at this point.

I wiped my mouth clean and waited for a few more rings. I grew more hesitant to pick up the call but just before it got missed, I picked it up and said, "Hello."

"Took you a while to pick it up." Christopher said, his voice dreamy and doing all the wrong things to my body.

I cleared my throat and replied, "I was eating food."

"Is that so?" He knew well whenever I lied or had any kind of bluff in my voice. "I spoke with Micheal. Is something happening with your family? He told me you seemed upset, Ciccio." He asked with concern lacing in the back of his tone.

"Yeah, my parents got divorced." I instantly responded without even giving it a thought. Only after I realized I shouldn't have said that.

"Oh, that's terrible. Are you alright?"

"I am—now." I nodded to myself while looking outside the slightly opened door. Faye was going to walk in any second with food and I needed to cut the call then.

"Good girl. You'll be okay." He said, sounding a bit soft. It was hard to believe that he'd have any concern for me without a reason but he did. "Let me know if you need anything."

Yes, you.

"I'll be fine." I leaned back on the bed and only his deep voice rang in my ears. Only if I could be with him, pour out my heart, and forget everything. But I didn't want to act desperate or needy. I did once and I found him killing someone in his courtyard.

It was starting to make a lot more sense about his reasonings—why he needed to kill and what he did behind the red curtains. Those visions helped a lot.

I still needed a little more time and he was waiting for that—for me to accept him, to let him in, to let him mark me. Without my acceptance, he wasn't even going to be near me and this past week had been torture alone.

I guess I did enjoy all those times he kidnapped me.

"I'll be going to sleep soon," I whispered, pressing my legs together and forgetting about all the things he could do with me if I wanted him.

"I could fuck you over that bed you're lying on."

Suddenly, all those thoughts returned and I sighed, closing my eyes, "I'm at my friend's." I told him as my brows furrowed in disgust with the imagination of Christopher taking me on Faye's bed.

"Don't care. I'll still fuck you on her bed, Ciccio." He said, his voice so intense it rose feelings I had been trying to bury.

"All words, no game," I replied with a smile playing over my lips.

"All you have to do is tell me what I want to hear. I wouldn't even hesitate. You know that well." He continued, without taking a breath or letting me take one.

I ran my fingers through my hair and asked, "If I don't tell you what you want to hear, then?"

He growled in warning, it was deep and low before I heard silence from him. I let out a soft breath while still waiting for his response.

A growl wasn't one.

"Then goodnight."

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