Bound to the Alpha

CHAPTER THREE

Zackary's POV

I was busy making out with a girl whose name I didn't even know. She was on my lap, rocking my world.

I groaned at how hard she was riding me. I slapped her ass and told her to move faster. At this pace, I wouldn't even cum.

I rolled my eyes when she started moaning hysterically. If there's one thing I hate, it's a girl who won't shut up while being fucked.

I wasn't in the mood anymore. It was annoying that she couldn't even satisfy me, she could get it up, but that was it.

I've been so busy with work recently that I forgot to enjoy my life. No matter how much of a workaholic I am, I'm still human—I need to blow off some steam.

Earlier, when I told Azrael that I wanted to drink, he brought me here, saying I would enjoy it.

Except, none of this shit was enjoyable.

Maybe staying up all night and playing Fortnite is more worthwhile than hooking up with chicks who can't even make me cum.

I was wearing a baseball cap and a face mask. I know it's weird, but it's better than being swarmed by girls here.

That's the last thing I don't want to happen.

I felt her hands on my neck, holding on so tightly that it starting to hurt. She's definitely pretty and my type, but if she can't make me cum, that's a different story.

I pushed her away when she tried to take off my face mask. We agreed earlier that we wouldn't kiss and that the mask would stay on. I don't think she got the memo.

She fell to the floor, I must have pushed her too hard.

"What the hell?!" she complained.

"What?" I said, while fixing my pants in place.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" This time, she sounded irritated.

Blah blah blah. I didn't listen to her nagging. Instead, I checked my phone.

She managed to get up and pull herself together. She was mad that I wasn't paying attention to her that she grabbed my phone.

What now?

"I'm talking to you, you jerk!" she yelled, pointing her finger at me.

I stared at her with cold eyes and lifted my hand as if to tell her to leave. I saw the anger on her face.

"Ugh!" She threw my phone to the floor. "I hate you!" With that she left.

What a pain in the ass. I rolled my eyes.

I reached for the brandy on the table and drank straight from the bottle. I closed my eyes as the liquid burned down my throat. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand after drinking.

I leaned back on the couch and crossed my legs.

Where was that idiot?

I hadn't seen him for a while. We were supposed to drink together, but the moment we entered the bar, he disappeared, as if I wasn't with him in the first place.

Speaking of the devil, Azrael walked into the room. He grinned at me and sat down across from me.

"Damn. Man," he said, laughing. "She was mad as fuck."

"Shut up," I glared at him.

"Why?" He leaned back on the couch and took a sip of his drink. "You're so terrible."