The Alpha's Breeder ✔️ COMPLETE

Thirty One : Out

She had a pretty wide variety of relationships after my grandpa passed away, possibly because she wanted to piss him off for dying before she did.

She had also gotten married to almost 6 other men and women, and divorced them thereafter from relationship complications and screaming another man's name in bed, mainly my grandpa's.

Don't ask me how I know this.

She was bitter and distraught about his sudden death for years and never really got over it.

And I bet my grandpa probably wanted to raise up from his grave and choke her at the absurdity of her grudge.

I would have done the same if I was him.

Finally, in annoyance of my abused door bell, I opened the front door and peeped my head out slightly to keep from exposing myself to the person in the van parked out front.

"Is Emira home?" Lou, my next door neighbor ,asked with this rather calm and composed voice while scanning me from head to toe as if she wasn't the one banging on my front door while shouting like a banshee.

Then I was suddenly reminded that I looked nothing like 'Emira' to her.

Her sudden change in attitude was probably because of my current features, making this an extremely good disguise to fool everyone around!

"Emira's not here." I cleared my throat before continuing with a slightly softer and faker voice, "She's been out of the country for a while."

She scrutinized my words and facial expressions for almost 2 minutes before finally saying, "Yea, well, she had me mail her passport off to some crazy country and I need my money back."

"How much is it? I can go ahead and pay for her," I slowly said, noticing her slight smirk at my words. I have a feeling she's going to try pulling a fast one on me.

"That's going to be five hundred dollars, honey," she said after this slightly prolonged pause until she could calculate how much she was going to charge me.

What the hell?!

Five hundred dollars to mail an envelope?

What kind of blasphemy is this?

My lip twitched and I was tempted to just slam the door in her face. But instead, I kept my mouth shut and gave her this incredulous look with my arms crossed over my chest, and brows furrowed together in disbelief.

Is she trying to rob me under the pretense of 'charitable help'?

"The shipping was expensive, sweetie," she continued to explain after one look at my rather irritated expression.

Don't call me 'sweetie' and ask for five hundred dollars you senile old woman!

"Just one minute." I then proceeded to shut the door in her face, leaning against the cold wood to take a deep breath before I exploded into her face and ruined by whole fake identity as someone else.

With slow and heavy footsteps, I got back into my room and found my stash of cash hidden underneath the mattress.

I counted out the five hundred rather slowly with an unwilling expression on my face.

This was my hard earned money.

It hurts to suddenly hand five hundred dollars to her.

With an exasperated sigh, I went back to the front and opened the door, quickly handing her the money before I could snatch it back and close the door in her face again.