Alpha Bite:He took her free will. Now she's fighting back. [Book One]

Chapter Two

Two

 

At 9.55AM I was in the kitchen filling my water bottle getting ready to head out on my jog when there was a knock on the door. My mum called that she would get it. A few short moments later she walked into the kitchen closely followed by Eric.

'Morning. So I see you figured it out?'

'Of course I did It wasn’t hard, all I had to do was check your Facebook page.'

'Wait you searched for me on Facebook to get my address?'

'Yeah, I noticed you didn’t share your personal information, but two nights ago you did check into “my warm inviting bed” and it pinpointed your location.'

'Nice work Sherlock.’ My mum giggled.

'Yeah nice work, but you could have made the whole thing much easier for yourself and looked at the business card I gave you the other day. After all it does have my address on the back.’ I laughed.

'Are you kidding me?' Grabbing his wallet for his back pocket he pulled out my card and checked the back. 'Son of a-.' He stopped himself as his gaze fell on my mum. She and I could do nothing but laugh, it was priceless.

'Not to worry, you found me in the end,’ I told him still laughing.

Placing my water bottle in my running belt I gave my mum a hug ‘Well I’ll be back in a bit, just going to see if this one can keep up.’ I grinned pointing to Eric.

‘Have fun, don’t be too hard on him.’ She chuckled following us to the front door closing it behind us.

After a few minutes of stretching to warm up my muscles I took a sip of water and we headed off on our jog.

 

Three miles later and I had long lost Eric so I decided stop outside the café on the corner of Phillips street. It was a lovely small rustic Café that I stopped at every Saturday after my jog for some breakfast. They did the best pancakes in town. The only pancakes that even compared were those my mum made.

Taking a seat outside on the patio I waited for Eric who had challenged me to a race on the last mile. Needless to say I won.

And before long a waitress approached me and asked for my order. I asked for a glass of orange juice and a stack of pancakes. While she was taking down the order Eric collapsed in the chair opposite me. I laugh as he struggled to regain control of his breathing.

'Oh wow dude, I think you do need my help,' I teased ‘You alright there?’ I asked he gave me a nod .

'Are you ordering anything Sir?’ The waitress asked Eric pointing her pen at him as she spoke.

'Water please and a full English with all the extras and,' Eric glanced at me and cleared his throat. 'Just the water and full English please.’ Scribbling down his order she looked between us and asked if that was all, we both gave a nod and she left us to it.

'Now you have seen my poor performance, would you reconsider coaching me?'

'Well I guess.' I replied hesitantly. Eric picked up on my hesitance.

With a tilt of his head he asks ‘Why do you seem unsure?’

'I just feel,’ I paused trying to find the right words to use. 'I mean come on look at you, you are clearly a fit guy, I can't help but feel you may have thrown the race as an excuse to spend more time with me.' I gestured to his incredible physique.

'I see and what would you say if I had?'

'You did didn't you?' Eric averted my gaze ‘I knew it, you bloody did, you threw the race.’ At that moment the waitress came with a tray in hand and placed it on the table, placing the correct things in front of us. We thanked her as she left us to it once again. I took a sip of my juice as Eric replied.