Kidnapped by the Alpha

Chapter 4: Home Alone

By the time Isabelle pulled up to her beach house, she was in a somewhat better mood. She couldn't deny the attraction she had felt toward the handsome stranger, but just thinking of what he had done still pissed her off. Abby sat in the passenger seat, a bit frazzled by the angry driving of her best friend and happy to be home.

Isabelle grabbed her few bags that she had thrown into the backseat and hopped out of the car. Determined to be in a better mood and forget about the happenings of the day, she skipped up the drive to the porch steps and looked back at Abby. The blue-eyed girl was struggling with her load of bags and couldn't get the car door shut. Isabelle laughed at her and called in a teasing voice, "Looks like I beat you this time, Mrs. Shopaholic."

Abby slammed the car door with force and turned to Isabelle, a scowl etched deep onto her face. "So? I have so much more stuff than you do. What do you have, a shirt-and-jacket combo? I have an entire wardrobe. Give me a break." With that she huffed and adjusted the twenty or so bags that hung on her athletic arms.

"You shouldn't have bought so much, then!" Isabelle said with a laugh as she walked in the house. Abby had a nasty habit of overdoing the shopping thing, and Isabelle was waiting for the day that her friend bought more than she could handle.

Isabelle sat her bag with her shirt in it on the bed and made her way back into the kitchen. She dug through the bag of chocolate goodies on the counter and pulled out her cookies. Just as she perched on the barstool, Isabelle saw a winded Abby walk through the door with her many bags. "Took you long enough," she said with a grin.

Abby rolled her eyes. "It takes a while to gather everything up, you know. I'm not like you, only having a few bags."

"That's your own fault," Isabelle said with a mouthful of cookie. "You shouldn't have bought so much."

"I can't help it," Abby said in a fake whine. "There's just so many things in the world that need to be bought. Who better to buy them than me?"

Isabelle shook her head. "I worry about you sometimes. You don't need all those things; you just don't like wearing the same outfit twice like normal people."

"Well not everyone is a goody two-shoes like you, only having four outfits for every week. I actually go out and have fun; I can't help it if I don't like people seeing me wearing the same thing over and over again."

"See!" Isabelle said laughing. "You want the stuff, you don't need it. If you could control your urges then you wouldn't always be broke."

Abby rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to put the fruit of my urges in your room." She puffed out her chest and sashayed into Isabelle's room, the bags hitting the sides of the doors along the hallway.

While Abby was in the room hanging all the clothing, Isabelle silently sat at the bar eating her cookies. The chocolate served as a reminder of the incident earlier, and her mood instantly turned sour. It irked her to no end how the man had behaved, but what bothered her most was her reaction to him. She had practically drooled all over the guy.

She was still frowning down at her remaining cookies when Abby walked back into the kitchen. Abby's mouth turned down at the corners when she saw her best friend's expression. "What's wrong, Izzy?" She asked hesitantly.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and handed one of her remaining cookies to Abby. "Nothing much. I was just remembering the guy from earlier. Why would he do that?"

Abby shrugged, nibbling on the treat. "I don't know, but you didn't have to react like that. He was just trying to be a gentleman and pay for your food. What's wrong with that?"