Escape

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sean smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of neck as I glared at him, "It’s bad enough having to live here but I have to go to school as well?" 

"At least you won't be bored, right?" He asked smugly. 

"Don't use my own words on me; I refuse to go to school." I whined. 

"I don't think my dad will take that compromise." 

I groaned and left my bedroom, storming down the stairs and repeatedly shouting, "Dame, where the hell are you?!"

"Is this how it's going to be all of the time because if it is I'm locking you in the dungeon." Alpha Dame, or as I can now call him my Alpha, walked out of a giant doorway that I'm guessing led to his office. 

"I have to go to school?!" I stomped my feet and pushed through the door that led into his office. Dame growled lowly and sat in the chair behind the desk. The room was designed to perfection: bookshelves surrounded the walls, giant wooden desk with an office chair on one side and two lounge chairs on the other. Overall, it looked like the average Alpha office. 

Which reminded me, "oh, and since I practically live with you now, we should be on a first name basis."

I plumped down into the soft lounge chair and adjusted my feet onto the dark wooden desk, making myself comfortable. "Uh, we are."

"I don't know your real name." I stated. 

"It's Michael," he replied. 

"Michael..."

"Baxter. Sean is my son you know." Michael smirked, typing on his laptop. 

I smiled, now I don't have to call him Alpha Dame anymore. "Back on topic," I'm surprised he hasn't told me off for putting my feet on his desk, "I have to go to school?!"

"You need an education Holly." He aimlessly said whilst typing away. It's infuriating me that he isn't paying attention. 

“But I don’t want to go to school Michael.” I put on my best puppy dog face but, obviously, he didn’t notice because he was ignoring me!

“You have too, now are we done here.” Finally, he looked up from his laptop and knocked my feet off of his desk, intertwining his fingers together, looking at me as if he was bored of me already. 

“Fine, how am I getting the clothes fitted?” I asked. 

“Sean is taking you to the uniform shop.” Michael replied. 

“You trust me to leave the house?” 

“I know that your family are currently on a plane back to America, so you can’t see them. I also have a special way of you two travelling there and guards in the shopping centre in case you make a run for it.” He smugly said. 

“I’ll take that as a no.” I stood up and walked over to the door, resting my hand on the doorknob. “Michael?”

“Yeah?” He was already typing on his laptop. Is that all Alpha’s do?

“I need to buy underwear; can I have some money for that too?” I asked politely. Hell, I am not living with dirty underwear for the rest of my life. 

“Sean has my card, buy whatever you need to.” Michael waved me off and I left the room happy. 

I can buy whatever I want, hm? I’ll take that as a challenge. 

A limo? His ‘special way of us travelling’ there was a freaking limo? I looked at Sean to realise he was as shocked as I was. To be honest I thought he’d just get a car with blacked out windows but noooo he goes and gets a limo.