Fearing Love from the Alpha
Chapter 25
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Sasha~
“Okay Summers I want you here every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night from 7pm to 10pm.” Nodding at my boss Hardy I walked out into the bar. My uniform had to be the most revolting thing about the job.
My shorts came up to my thighs revealing too much, the tank top was tight fitting and was too tiny. Shaking off the disgust I walked to my first table with a pen and pad. “Welcome to Kacey & Daisy’s. May I take your order?” I was glade that Xavier had forgotten I started to work at a stripper’s bar today.
Probably with the things going on in the past two days. It warmed my heart when I thought back to him asking me to be his girlfriend. “I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to find you on the menu.” Said the old man with a thick Russian accent.
I could feel myself start to get mad. “I’m sorry sir, but if you could please just order a drink.” My grip on my pen started to turn my fingers white. All his buddies just laughed along with him. Through out the night that was exactly what happened.
I have been groped, touched and even almost pulled into the men’s bathroom. Tired and worn out I made my way out the bar. “Excuse me.” I sad passing by a broad figure at the exit. “Sasha?” A familiar voice asked. My head snapped up to see Carter starring at me with a questioning look.
Covering myself up with my long jacket I looked at Carter the same way. “What are you doing here?” We asked at the same time. “How’s the coffee?” Carter asked as we sat at a small diner. After our little meet up, Carter brought me here to figure things out. “It’s good.”
His bright green eyes blazed with curiosity. Finally loosing patience I asked, “What were you going at a strip club?” He snapped out of his daze with a raised eyebrow to me. “I could ask you the same.” Covering my face with my hands I could feel my cheeks flame.
“Promise you won’t tell Xavier?” I pulled my pinky out to him. He gave me a humorous stare as he hooked his pinky onto mine. “I work there.” His eyes widened in shock. I realized what it sounded like. “Not like that, I’m a waitress!” I quickly said afterward.
His shocked face slightly dimmed, but not by much. “Does Xavier know?” I looked away in shame. “I’m not rich and neither is my father, the money could help.” I mumbled out. Suddenly I felt two warm hands on top of mine.
“I understand how you feel.” His eyes held sadness and understandment. I looked at him confused to what he was talking about. “Both my parents were killed in an incident.” Realization drawled to me as to what he was talking about. “I’m sorry for your lose.”
He looked down at the linoleum green table. “How long has it been?” I asked in a small voice. “Two years.” His response broke my heart a little. “Almost eleven years since my mother and twin have passed.” Reaching over I squeezed his hands.
“I wasn’t doing so well until I met Lacey.” His face light up as he spoke about her, like she was his angle. Smiling at him I couldn’t help, but feel like we were closer than I thought. “Please don’t tell Xavier yet about any of this.” His nod told me all.
“Thank you Carter.” I couldn’t believe I could talk to someone about my mother. “Your welcome.” His warm smile gave me a happy feeling, as if we were brother and sister. “Why were you in the club?”
I asked with amusement. I knew he would never cheat on Lacey with the way he talked about her. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as he spoke, “My friend was wasted and needed a lift.”
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My phone rang at midnight as I was getting ready for bed. Carter and I talked about our passed love ones and other things for a while at the diner. I could now say Carter and I were closer then ever now. “Hello.” My voice came out a grumble.
“Sweetheart what you up to?” The voice that spoke was as smooth as silk. I groaned in frustration. “Not now. I am tired.” “What were you doing? Studying your heart out?” Guilt struck me as Xavier spoke. “U-um yeah, you know me.” I let out a fake laugh.
“What’s wrong Sasha?” I am such a terrible liar. “Just feeling jittery.” Climbing into bed I pulled the covers over my head. “Why did you call?” I tried not to make it sound rude. It was his turn to stutter as he spoke.
“I-I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep.” My heart beat was starting to go a mile a minute. “R-real-really?” I couldn’t help the blush that took over my cheeks. “And how does my voice sound?” I couldn’t help but tease.
He let out a long sigh. “Well your voice sounds like honey and sugar mixed in a pot of chocolate.” My nose crinkled up as he described my voice. “Ew are you saying I sound like a diabetic.” Xavier let out a loud hardy laugh.
It soothed me to my sleep. “Goodnight Xavier.” My eyes started to fall. “Goodnight my little mate.” As I was drifting off I said, “What are you, British?”
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“No Xavier that substance is clearly blue.” I gave him a hard look. We were in Chemistry class working on a lab. It was based on our scenes. “Sweetheart it’s clearly purple.” He gave me his world famous crooked smile.
Being the stubborn person I was I wrote down blue on the lab sheet. Suddenly I was lifted of my stool and placed on Xavier’s lap. I gasped in surprise. I let out a harsh whisper “Xavier! What do you think your doing the teacher might see!”
All he did was leave butterfly kisses down the base of my throat. I shivered at the contact of his lips on my throbbing pulse. I wondered if he could feel how much my heart rate went up every time he touched me.
Quickly I jumped off his lap and sat down on my own stool. Pointing at him with a glare I said, “Never again.” Flipping my black hair to one side I worked on our lab. Through out the whole class Xavier would somehow distract me with his lips.
Either they were on my cheek, neck or fingers I would shiver in delight each time. As we were let out of class I couldn’t help but say, “I wonder how you got the principle to change all your classes to the same as mine.” His shrug told me nothing.
Walking to my locker my stuff was scooped out of my hands. “Hey I can carry my own things!” I said with my hands on my hips. Students around as sent us humorous stares along with shaking their heads. Since Tuesday all he ever let me carry was my phone.
Everything from my book bag to my notebook he would hold. Scowling at him as he opened my locker I glared. It was sweet of him to do all this, but it felt like I was taking advantage of him. “You’re my boyfriend not my maid.”
Popping my locker shut Xavier grabbed me by the hips as slid me toward a locker, locking me in place. “I know, but I want to earn your trust.” He said as he kissed my wrist, the place where I had cut myself. My face softened.
“Your body.” He said with a mischievous smirk as he kissed my collar bone. “And your heart.” He said right before he smashed his lips on mine. By now all the students were in class leaving Xavier and I in an empty hallway.
He pulled away from the kiss leaving me breathless and yearning for more. “I don’t deserve you.” His eyes held pain and sorrow. Brushing my cheek with his thumb he leaned in and placed a kiss on my forehead. Closing my eyes I couldn’t help but feel the sting in my eyes.
“You’re wrong.” I couldn’t help but say. “You deserve so much more.” He deserved a beautiful girl who could please him and make him happy. “But you’re all I want.” He said with a soft smile. Leaning in we kissed.
It wasn’t urgent or possessive, just a simple sweet kiss. As we pulled away from each other I couldn’t help but smile. It was like a fairytale ending. Hand in hand we walked to our next class late. Eight more days.