The Alpha Kings Teacher

7

"So, it has been two weeks, and you haven't scheduled a date?" Kylie groaned at me through the phone. I was loading the dishwasher and yawned.

"Well honestly I can't tell if I actually feel something towards him or if it's just wanting to bone. He just doesn't seem like the kind of guy who is looking for a fling and I am not looking to just move from one relationship to another."

"Girl then freaking fling him. Bone him a few times, get your fill and dip."

"No, I'm not doing that to him Kylie."

"Why does it even matter Liv, it's been how long since you have seen anyone. You are obviously not to interested in having too much fun or else you would be having it." I stopped and glared at her.

"I was working on me." I seethed and hung up. I don't need to be judged for not texting tall dark and steamy. Me not wanting a relationship isn't the end of the world. Like not everyone needs to be in something. I have enough toys and stuff to satisfy myself I definitely don't need some man to fail at getting me there. I mean he definitely succeeded that once but still. I went to the cat bowl to fill up their bowls and realized I only had enough food for one bowl. Awesome. My phone buzzed and I saw it was a text from Angel. I clicked my phone off and rolled my eyes. Probably trying to apologize for Kylie. Just not in the mood. I grabbed my keys, giving pickles a pat before I left.

I walked around the store for way longer than I anticipated. I got a bottle of wine, ice cream, a dozen snacks that probably aren't necessary, some fruit, and a large thing of cat food and litter because I forgot to check to see how they were doing in that aspect. My phone buzzed and I ignored it. Kylie can wait until after I have drank this wine and eaten this tub of ice cream. It went off again and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was an unknown number texting me.

?: Isle two has snickers two for five dollars.
?: Damn throwing a party or get your heart broken?

What the fuck. I looked around and saw a familiar face holding a grocery basket standing in the frozen section. I shook my head.

Me: How did you get my number? Are you stalking me?

I closed my phone and walked off to another isle.

?: Oh yeah most definitely. I definitely didn't text myself when I had your phone at the club a few weeks ago.

Oh, crap I forgot he did do that. So, he could have been texting me this entire time if he was truly interested? I see how it is. I closed my phone and left him on read, heading to the checkout counter to pay. The cashier and I stood there in silence as she bagged my items, and I headed out to my car. I put my bags in the passenger seat and headed around to the driver's side.

"Are you ignoring me?" A cocky voice appeared from behind me.

"Apparently not good enough." I spat not even looking in his direction. I heard his footsteps stop.

"Okay then sorry. I thought it was a playful banter kind of situation, but the tone says otherwise. My bad I thought we had a vibe back then, but I guess it was just in the moment. Sorry."

I turned to him.

"Seriously? Are you seriously going to be mad at me?" I asked genuinely shocked by the tone he used.

"Look, like I told you before I'm not trying to waste my time. Clearly you aren't as interested in me as I thought you were. Or as much as I'm into you so I apologize and won't reach out anymore." My jaw dropped. Did he seriously just say that?

"Are you fucking serious right now? You had my number for two weeks and NEVER reached out to me either. I have been trying to decide whether what I felt was real feelings, lust, or just plain alcohol and I just don't know okay? I don't want to hurt you if I can avoid it and genuinely, I don't know how I feel because I haven't felt it before so screw you." I stood up slamming my door and crossing my arms. "If you think I'm just some little horny ass girl who throws herself at any hot ass man who walks by you have another thing coming for you. I DON"T NEED ANYONE ELSE EXCEPT ME." I glared.

"I never said you were. Do you honestly think I'm that shallow? To set you to those standards? Do you really think that little of ME?" He gestured to himself, and I rolled my eyes. "For fucks sake look at me. I have been throwing myself at you. Of course, you aren't like those women because you are the one everyone should be throwing themselves at and believe me, I am trying. I don't know what I feel either." I stared at him. Not knowing the words to say in response. "I do know, I can't stop thinking about you."

"This is just so much happening right now. Greyson I'm not looking fo

oking for but I do no you are too good to sit around wondering. I just don't know if I felt real feelings or not and its not fair for me to play with your emotions to find out for my own selfish gain."

"You want to know if there is a real spark? A real connection?" He asked crossing his arms to match mine. "Tell me this, did you think about me at all since that night?" I looked at him. Of course I did. Constantly. But why the hell would he think I would tell him that?

"Does it matter?"

"What do you feel now?"

"I don't know Greyson. This is just infuriating and confusing me more." I took my hand and put them on my head before turning around to get in my car and leave. I'm so done with this. Suddenly a hand softly but firmly grabbed mine and spun me around. Lips hit mine and I froze at first before melting into the kiss. It was soft, warm, home like. My heart sped up as our lips became intertwined with each other and his finger lifted my face closer to his. So soft. So passionate. So much different from the steamy ones we exchanged that Saturday night. He slowly pulled away, taking my breath with him as he did so. I was drowning in his ice blue eyes.

"How about now." He said softly and I felt the warmth of his words against my lips. I was speechless. "I know I want you. I need to know if you want me too." +