My Possessive Alpha Mate

Chapter 2

He was obviously crazy. A crazy sexy beast of a man. That's what he was. I couldn't even concentrate I was so confused. What the hell was wrong with him and why did I feel this way? I should want to leave him. He was a madman.

"You don't understand. I get that. You're just going to have to trust me." He said, nonchalantly.

How very, very cliche. I bet that's what all the drug mule recruiters said. It was probably part of their training. Well he was very mistaken if he thought I was dumb enough to fall for it and trust a complete stranger who could bench press at least three times my weight. 

"Is that so?" I asked, pissed. He took my hand in his large one, making me feel tiny. I knew I should be resisting but I couldn't help it. I wanted him.

"You can't honestly tell me that you don't feel it too?" He asked, challenging me. Oh my god, this guy is ridiculous. How am I actually falling for this?

"Feel what?" I asked with fire in my eyes, challenging him back. He knew more about what I was feeling for him then he was letting on and he just admitted that he felt it too!

"Feel like you'd do anything for me, feel like you want me to always be happy and safe. You like me, Arabella Petrov." He told me with conviction, his eyes smoldered and his face pulled up in what made for the sexiest crooked smile I'd ever seen in my life. I felt my breathing stop, and I'm pretty sure my heart skipped a beat. That's when I knew I had to run. I leaned in, indulging him for a moment. His smile widened and when he relaxed, I yanked my hand out of his and jumped into my car before he could process what was going on.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled back to him. I couldn't-no, I wouldn't-let myself fall in love with him. I didn't need him or his sexy eyes. Or his voice. Or anything else. He was clearly something illegal and even if he wasn't, he was acting way too forward. 

Call me old fashioned but I think a man should at least take you on a date before asking you to relocate and move in with him.