The Alphas Thick Mate

THREE

Ione P.O.V

So we went to my penthouse.

I guess my landlady was right. I had trashed everything, I never really saw it like that because I was here all the time and I just thought it needed a clean and a tidy.

The sofa was all torn up and has alcohol spilled on it; the bathroom was stained with makeup,the mirror was cracked and had pieces falling out while the shower didn't work at all  and the cold tap for the bath didn't work; the kitchen had pizza and other takeaway cartons and boxes everywhere; my bedroom has to be the worst. There was a broken bed in the middle off the room, a bedside table one side and a draw from the broken one the other, my walk in wardrobe had clothes strewn on the floor.

I was terrible at looking after things and being tidy.

I really hope he doesn't judge me.

As we started packing my stuff the doorman came into the room.

"I'm sorry. Your banned from the building. I cannot let you be in here. I'll get fired" he said in his thick Spanish accent, reaching his hand to his shoulder nervously.

"Oh well thank you. You've been so nice to me over the years. I don't want you to loose your job. Your wife and children need someone to supply for them" I sighed in defeat and grabbed Xavier's arm, ignoring those intense sparks, and stormed out of the place.

Mentally saying fuck you to my LandLady.

Letting go of his arm I wiped around and waltzed back in calmly. I knew what I needed to do.

"Sir, I need to ask you to do one thing for me please. All my stuff is up there. I don't care about my furniture, it's all broken anyway. Can you please just have everything else delivered to the place I'm staying next? It all cost me a lot of money" I begged. Looking at him with pleading, puppy dog eyes.

"I sure can sweetie, where are you going to be staying?" He questioned pulling out a notepad and pen.

I snapped around to Xavier.

"What's your address?"

Glancing around me to Mr Zander, my old doorman, he replied "32A Forest Park Avenue"

I gasped, that was one of the most expensive neighbours hoods to live in, in London.

He cocked his head to the side and stared at me.

Confused?

Snapping out of it, I cast my eyes down from his deep pits.

"We should get going now" his deep voice echoed through my bones and made me shiver once again.

What is going on?

"Okay" I replied and said goodbye to Mr Zander, he really was a great man.

When we got into the car I asked him the question I had wanted to know the answer to the most.

"Do you have a girlfriend" I blurted out using the  last of my confidence.

I needed the answer before I kept feeling these feelings for him, not that I would do anything about them anyway.

He glanced at me before quickly glancing away. "No I don't"

"Oh how is that even possible? Your so amazing and good looking I mean I totally would!" I was shocked to say the least.