The Alpha's House Pet

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

I glared at my reflection as I stood in front of the small mirror mounted on my bureau on the eve of my eighteenth birthday reluctant to move from my spot.

I was dressed up in a little navy dress that clung to my curves and was rather sliming with vanilla scented lotion on giving my milky arms and legs a silk like appearance that I adored. I was physically prepared to face Declan once more, yet not mentally. If I had my way I wouldn't be having to see him again, but no, my parents could simply not allow me to fly under the radar until summer's end when I could leave for college and avoid both the Thompson boys indefinitely.

Yesterday's scene spent the day playing on repeat in my mind like a broken record and no matter what I did to distract myself it continued to reappear and haunt me, I remembered the heated and passionate moment that almost made me forget what contempt I held for Declan's arrogant and painfully self righteous demeanor. I also remembered the fight that had ensued afterwards, never had I fought with someone to that degree that I had only known such a short time and I did admittedly regret many of the things I had said in the heat of the moment and knowing that I was going to see him again tonight after all we had both said yesterday sent my stomach into flips and I filled me with uncontrollable nausea.

Today had been a quiet day in the O'Connor household however and I had to admit I didn't mind a break from all of the ruckus that had been following me around since the moment I left school. My parents had taken the day off of work and spent the entirety of it locked away in their room, giving me no explanation as to why they were here, and my asking why was only met with a firm yet harsh:

"Why do you always ask so many questions that rarely involve you?"

"Ashly O' Connor!" my father's voice rattled my ear drums, "If I have to call you one more time I swear to God." Letting out an exasperated breath I trudged unwillingly down the stairs to greet my father's fiery gaze awaiting me in the kitchen. As I walked into the room his attention was averted from me and focused on his sleeve as he casually rolled it up to his elbow, "did you play dress up with my clothes? One of my shirt smells like a wet dog."

"Last I recall father I don't smell like a wet dog, perhaps it's just you." I lied in place of explaining my debacle regarding Declan to him which I had up until this moment not necessarily been concerned with. However mention of the subject brought up the recurring image of his bare rear end and it flashed in front of my eyes causing me to stumble as I walked past him.

"How is it you got to be so unpleasant?" He sighed shaking his head in disappointment as I walked passed him with a scowl printed on my face.

"You wouldn't know would you?" I sniped waiting by the doorway to the kitchen for my parents to get themselves in order and accompany me to the car. "Let's go, the sooner we get there the sooner we leave." I rushed them and was prepared to go outside and wait for them there until I felt a stabbing pain shoot up my leg and run the course of my body momentarily making my knees useless and I collapsed to the floor in a heap with no sound but a soft yelp in pain.

"David," my mother rather than assisting her fallen daughter addressed my father with a look of concern written across her features. I peered up at the two through my hair as they made no move to help me and grumbled standing myself.

"I'm fine by the way." I dusted my skirt and adjusted myself before marching outside silently followed by my parents who still had not inquired why I had fallen or if I was okay. I honesty wouldn't know how to answer them if they had however, the pain had been so sudden and inexplicable there was nothing I could do other than brush it off.

"Here." My mother called out to me before I could reach the car grabbing me softly by the arm and halting me as I self righteously stalked down the driveway. She slid a string of black pearls around my neck and clipped it under my hair adding a touch of elegance to my other wise mildly provocative outfit. "You look beautiful." She beamed at me through eyes with a artificial contentment plastered over a deeper concern welling up within her. Nodding I brought a hand up to hold the pearls in between my forefinger and my thumb and roll them around.