Alpha Connor

Six

Indigo's POV

Not knowing what to do, I close my eyes and lay my head on his chest trying to go back to sleep. I feel him snuggle into me. Surprisingly it feels good, it's comfortable to be burrowed in someone's arms, just laying there. Confliction starts to stir inside of me. I don't know if I should jump out of this bed because I don't even know this man, or just to enjoy this moment and see what happens.

Even though this man saved me from the pig of a man, Luke, I can't just stay here. What if he wants to use me just like the other man. I can't just trust somebody for saving me.

Even if I don't want to stay, where would I go? I can't just live on the street. Being here with him is a million times better than on a shady sidewalk. Even if he did want to use me, he wouldn't have to go through much of a struggle. I mean he's practically photo-shopped. His face is flawlessly sculpted. His eyes are the perfect shade of brown that pull you in keeping you there for eternity. His skin sun kissed, nose impeccable, picture-perfect dimple's, he's just what the doctor ordered. I hope he's as beautiful as he is on the outside in.

Why am I deciding if I want to stay here when he hasn't even invited me to stay. He probably just felt sorry for me and decided to take me in for the night. That's it all I am is just a charity case. Its not like he cares. Nobody cares.

But if he's willing to keep me, what's the harm of staying? It's not like I have anything to lose.

I lift my head up from his chest and smile at him. Surprisingly I feel well rested, I don't think I've ever felt this way.

He smiles back at me and cups my face with his beautifully tanned hand, looking me directly in the eye. The look in his eyes are so foreign. They hold this loving look, a look of adoration. I can't help but look away because of how much intensity was held in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asks concerned.

"I'm fine" I say with a small voice.

"I'm Conner by the way." he says smoothly giving me a picturesque smile. I feel my face heat up as he moves his hands to my waist.

"I'm Indigo" i say a bit shy.

"Indigo" He repeats it to himself and smiles down at me.

I laugh lightly and lay on my back looking up at the ceiling, still feeling his arm around my waist. I can feel his eyes on me.

"Thanks for saving me yesterday." I say smiling to myself.

"No problem." He says.

"How did you know I was there?" I asked suddenly curious regarding his whereabouts.

"Uh" He pauses.

"I was in the area and heard a scream." He answers sharply, his tone telling me not to question him about that any further.

"Oh well I'm glad you heard me." I say still looking the ceiling.

"Me too" He says quiet enough so i could hear him.

"So.." I trail off trying to find the right words to form a sentence.

"So.." He repeats lightly laughing at me.

He seems like he's very proper. Like someone who works in a huge building and wears a suit and owns the whole tower. He has this demanding, boss like aura to him. Like he's the man in charge and nobody can question him. Quite frankly that's a huge turn on.

"Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you just leave me to be handled with the police?" I voice aloud.

"Because" He says, authority clearly demanded by his tone.

I have to admit I'm a bit scared now. But what's the worst he can do?

"So when am I leaving?" I ask in a bored tone figuring he'd probably want me to leave soon. I'll just save my humiliation and go on my own without having to be told to leave.

Suddenly he flips on top of me with gritted teeth, hands on either side of my head.

"Why would you want to leave?" His eyes are watery and his fists are clenched as well as his jaw. He's looking me dead in the eyes waiting for an answer.

"I-I don't kn-know" I choke out. He's making me want to cry by just looking at the hurt in his eyes. How can someone feel this way for someone like me. I mean we just meet for Christ's sake.

Out of no where I feel my bladder fill, about to rupture. If I don't leave to the bathroom right now I'm going to burst forth on his bed.

"Uh, can I use your bathroom?" I say in a tiny voice, slightly embarrassed.

He rolls off me and points to a door on the wall opposite the bed, to the left.

"It's right there" He says in a more amused tone.

"Thanks" I say, still a bit shy.

I didn't realize his bed was so high, so when I hopped off the bed I tumble straight for the floor.

Conner's POV

I watch as my breathtaking but unreadable mate stumbles to the floor. I'm by her side in seconds, checking for injury. But that was very hard to do because she just layed there face down, silent. I poked her side once and didn't get a response. Worry coursed through me and I repeatedly poked her side again urgently. She started to laugh and squirm loudly. I couldn't help but laugh and start to tickle her all over causing her to go into a major fit of cute loud giggles. This went on for another 2 minutes until she got really serious and shouted

"OH MY GOSH STAHP IM GONNA PEE ON MYSELF" Breathlessly.

I couldn't help but roll on the floor laughing at how cute she was, even when her mood became serious.

I can't remember a time were I laughed this much. People at my job have nearly never seen me smile let alone laugh, I am a very serious man. They wouldn't even recognize me.