💜💜 ALPHA BOYS 💜💜

💜💜ALPHA BOYS💜💜CHAPTER 13&14

  (The•Devil's•Plaything)
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CHAPTER 13&14

By; Jack God'stime.

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"Good girl" he said, and she immediately took her hands away from his arms.

He left the button he undid, and his chest tattoos showcased themselves from there.

She tried to balance her breaths as she sat back on her seat, but his eyes didn't leave her face.

She felt uncomfortable with his eyes on her. What the hell is he thinking of doing in his messed up head again?

She started staring out the window so their eyes won't meet, and she saw the large number of girls surrounding the car, looking madly jealous.

She even heard some of them saying she'd be the first girl to enter Killian's car, and she almost screamed at that, but she bit her lip to stop herself.

Slowly, she looked back at Killian.

He picked up the condoms already and returned them to the safe, so their eyes met.

Dang it! Just what she was avoiding.

"What were you doing with Viktor?" He asked straight.

"He's my seatmate, and a friend" she replied.

"That doesn't answer my question" his brows flattened.

"We were chatting and all that" she replied, avoiding his eyes again.

Those darn empty eyes of his, there's just something about them.

"Friends?" His monotonic question came, and she looked at him to find him scoffing.

What's so wrong with being friends with Viktor?

Oh is it because he's their enemy? The only Russian in school?

He must be kidding if he thinks he can stop her from making her friends.

Maybe boy friends will be better than girl friends afterall.

He drove out of the school park, and that was when she became conscious of the car scent... bergamot again.

It's entering her nostrils, straight to her insides.

It's strong and yet mild. It's like it's mixed with intoxication, and it fits his emotionless character so well.

Come to think of it, she smelled this same scent last night when she was returning from the party, does that mean...

She shook her head immediately, it's impossible. Killian has no reason to follow her.

She slowly turned her face to him again, and the first thing her eyes caught is the small black earring in his ear and his damn sharp jaws, then her eyes went to his lashes.

How can a guy's lashes be that long?

She stared down at his forearms, trying to connect the tattoos there.

1992 was written on his four fingers, one number on a finger, then a spear was drawn on  his right arm. There's a smoky cigar tattoo too, then a candle, and....

She was still counting them when he brought the arm to her.

"Stare all you want. I don't mind" he told her plainly, and her eyes widened.

He's aware that she's staring?

She quickly looked away, staring out the window before biting her lip torturously.