An alpha story. Human mate for an alpha figure. How does that turn out and would Isabella ever submit? Or will her submission be coerced?
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I reached the end of the terrace and realised that I had to jump to the nex...
The next morning went in a complete blur. Christopher went out again, God knows for what. And I didn't understand why I couldn't leave thr hotel, guess he didn't trust me to go anywhere else. He did, however, give me the freedom to roam around the hotel. But he also warned me that he had men around watching me so I couldn't escape. So instead I aimlessly entertained myself in the endless room service, the kind-hearted Netflix availabilities as well as the astonishing view ahead of me.
My pointless morning explained why I was currently sitting upside down on the sofa and why my head was lopsided as I aimlessly flickered through the channels.
I didn't even realise that Christopher had walked in since my focus was so distant, in that bored way.
"What are you doing?" He suddenly asked in a curious yet weirded out way. Yep he clearly thought I was weird. Not particularly weird, just different to him.
The sudden presence almost caught me off guard, making me almost fall over in the process. But me being composed, I coolly sat up on the sofa facing him. Yes Isabella, smooth.
"Nothing" I muttered.
"Anyways I apologise if you were left bored but I've got something they would keep you company now" he said slightly brightening up. Was this thing supposed to make me happy?
I perched my eyebrow at him, curious to what he got in store for me.
"Damon's having a party tonight. And we, the new couple have to be present there" he said promptly.
Was this supposed to be my entertainment? I hate parties well not that my 17 year old self has been to a proper party anyways. But from what I've seen on TV, I doubt I would fit in. With the drinking and grinding, yeah not my forte.
"Do I have to go?" I asked, not bothering to conceal my whining whingy tone at the end.
He widened his eyes at me, daring me to say no. Well that's the end of that discussion. Guess I'm going.
"I've got clothes for you in here" he muttered and I suddenly noticed that he had a bag on him. Perhaps my full outfit. It was kind of cute that he went through the effort but I guess he kind of had to, since making this couple thing believable was his burden. I was simply playing along. Plus I bet he forced or charmed his way through to some unfortunate girl to pick out an outfit. No way would he have the patience.
"Anyways be ready by 7. It's going to take us a hour to get to his place" he said as he walked out again.
It was just me again here.
--------------- I guess I had to make a appearance. So I made use of the clothes which Christopher had selected. Undeniably it was a good outfit choice; skater leather skirt with a baby green top and heeled boots.
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