Enemy Basis | COMPLETE

24| domestic goddess

"I'll take you to school. I just have to eat breakfast first."

My heart didn't decrease in pace, but a scoff left my lips again. Everything he said managed to rile me up; I wasn't sure how he was this talented at this.

"How about I get to school now, and you... make breakfast for yourself and then do whatever you'd like because I don't care?"

He didn't even talk back to my snark. All he did was bring his massive paw to my shoulder and guide me to the kitchen. It might've been shock, it might've been his strength, but I just could not do anything about it. He sat me down on a barstool at the kitchen island, before wandering to the stovetop. I sat there, motionless, in shock. I swear I saw his mouth curved in his rare smirks.

"What is wrong with you?" I almost snarled. I found that most of the time, he was too much of an alpha for me to ever enjoy his company.

"Too much, apparently," he replied, before turning around to grab a couple of pans and some ingredients from the fridge.

And that's when I noticed that I could hear none of the others.

"Where are the others," I asked him, not expecting a reply, "Reed, Lennox?"

It was confusing because Lennox would not have left me here - there was just no chance.

"Marcelo told Lennox and Reed that you left and then he took off with Archer."

Indignation huffed in my nostrils as I had the urge to throw something at the wall. Damn Marcelo and his schemes. I wonder how anyone could be friends with him.

"He took off after telling you that I was... mistakenly in your shower," I muttered under my breath, annoyed.

I thought I had whispered that, but obviously not. Dorran had heard and without turning around, in the most neutral tone, he replied, "Let's not pretend that it was a mistake."

His voice was smooth and soft and I could almost hear the obnoxious superiority coming from his lips. His words seemed to rub my skin up the wrong way as another set of goosebumps emerged at the deep baritone.

Entirely annoyed at him, at this situation and how my body was responding, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, which happened to be a red apple, and used all my strength to throw it at his head. At the last moment, he shifted slightly, causing the fruit to thud against his shoulder instead of my actual target, leaving it to tumble to the ground.

"It's a good thing that I can see your reflection, because if that had ruined my eggs, I would've been pissed off," His voice was deceptively calm, yet there was an unmistakable, underlying threat. I couldn't quite understand how he always managed to convey such a potent threat while maintaining an almost casual demeanour.

Still, I was disappointed that it did not ruin his breakfast, no matter how good it smelt, and how much of a waste that would've been. The fact that Dorran could cook was another thing that frustrated me to no end.

After a moment, he grabbed two plates and began dishing up the food that he was making. This almost made me choke. He was making me breakfast?

But once again, I shouldn't have judged too soon. He poured his mixture entirely onto his plate, the steaming pile of eggs almost three tiers high. I could smell the heavenly concoction from here and it made my stomach rumble. But when it came to my plate, he turned and grabbed two slices of bread from the packet, raw, and threw it onto my plate, before sliding it to me with no expression on his face.

"Seriously?"

But he didn't care, and sat down opposite me, not breaking eye contact as he started eating his eggs with a fork.