Kitten

Chapter 9: Repercussions

Lily's POV:

"Damn Kitten, how much do you eat?".

Leaning back in my chair, I let my head fall back whilst rubbing my completely satisfied stomach.

"Seriously? It wasn't that much" I grumbled as I stared at the empty bargain bucket.

"Wasn't that much? That was 9 pieces of chicken".

His facial expression said it all as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Matthew in some way restricted me from eating junk food. He was a health freak and told me I didn't need it. The more I think about it, the more I realise how much control he has over me".

"Had" Alexander corrected me and put a huge smile on my face. He was still a stranger, but I hoped that it would soon form into a friendship.

"What an ass. You never mess with a woman and her food. Big mistake".

Before I could reply my phone lit up with a loud ding.

Dad

Hey honey. Dean, Rosie and the kids are here. They're asking for you. We are having dinner in 30 minutes if you wish to join us. X

It had been so long since I had seen Rosie and Dean. They too were complete couple goals. Their relationship was absolutely adorable. Their story wasn't the most pleasant, but the best ones aren't. He saved her and she healed him.

"Hey thank you so much for the KFC. But I need to get going now. Things to do, people to see".

Alexander frowned momentarily but nodded all the same.

"You're welcome kitten. I hope to see you again. Here is my number in case you're getting withdrawals of missing my face and want to see me" he winked making my cheeks flare up in a burning blush.

"Hmm" I mumbled before slipping the piece of paper into my pocket. I watched as Alexander stood up from his chair and stared down at me with a powerful dominating aura instantly turning my legs to jelly.

"Goodbye kitten".

And just like that, he was gone.

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"Hey family. The Queen has arrived" I yelled out to the suspiciously empty house.

"Queen? I think Isabella has that title. But you, you'll always be my little princess- what the hell happened to you".

Dad's face paled as he ran over to me and brushed the loose strands out of my hair to get a better look at the bandage wrapped around my head.

"I'm ok dad. I wasn't looking where I was going and tripped over. Luckily there was a man nearby who knew first aid". Dad stared down at me intensely and frowned.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" he muttered whilst holding up 3 fingers.

"I'm not going to do this with you" I sighed whilst following the scent of deliciousness trailing from the kitchen.

"Dean! Rosie! Lucy!" Running up to my favourite family, I embraced them all tightly mumbling short answers to their questions on how I've been.

"Where's Grace?" I asked whilst pouring myself a drink of Iced Tea.

"She's at her friend's house. But she'll be coming round later. She's keen to see you" Rosie smiled whilst Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and stroked his fingers against her risen stomach.

"Have you found out the gender yet?" I beamed up at Rosie who was already looking up at her husband of many years.

"No. We've decided to wait". Dean's eyes softened and lent in kissing his wife delicately on her head.