CHAPTER 51

Chapter 51

Angela

“Can I help you, Miss?” Darius’ receptionist who also happened to be one of the pack’s warriors stopped me as soon as I marched out of the elevator.

I didn’t plan on speaking to anyone else except Darius.

“What?” I asked him. That was when I turned to see he was a kid, maybe eighteen or nineteen and instantly, I felt guilty talking to him that way.

“Do you have an appointment?” He asked, scrutinising me. His eyes were on the computer and at the same time on me. With his stance. I knew he was ready to block the door to Darius’ office if I ever tried to enter.

“Since when do we need an appointment before seeing the Alpha?” I asked back..

Although the question was rhetorical, I still expected some answers since I was genuinely curious.

“Since forever, ma’am,”

“The last time I was here, I didn’t need an appointment,” I answered.

“I’m sorry about that ma’am but I can inform him immediately that you’re around and if he wants to see you…”

“If?” I interrupted, stopping him.

“His rules, not mine,” he explained.

I took a deep breath. There was no need tryin

to disgrace myself any further, I’m sure Darius wouldn’t let me in, talk less of talking to him. The plan was to barge in unnoticed so I could give him a piece of t

my mind..

“Don’t worry about it,” I waved the boy off. “Thank you,

His eyes held many questions. I could feel.my shoulders slumped and my anger deflated like a ball pierced with iron. The boy said something but I’d already tuned him out as I dragged my feet towards the elevator.

As I was about to press the elevator button, the door opened and Azalea walked in.

“Madam,”

I raised an eyebrow. “What?” I asked. Did he just call me Madam Or did I hear wrong?

“Are you here to see Alpha Darius?” He asked.

I nodded. “I was told I can’t see him without an appointment,”

He gave the boy a stern look, threw his hand in his pocket and gestured for me to follow him

“You don’t need an appointment to see him,”

Azalea knocked on Darius’ door and waited for about five seconds before he opened the door and told me to go in…

“Thank you,” I muttered

“Yes ma’am,”

Darius was focused on a document. Busy as usual. Was there any day I met him not busy? I stood by the door, with no

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intention of going close to him. I don’t want to be accused of stealing information or cracking the code to a safe that I don’t even know exists.

For what seemed like an hour but just ten seconds, I waited by the door for Darius to acknowledge me.

“What do you want, Angela?” My heart aches everytime he calls me by my name. I didn’t realise how much I loved hearing him call me Nibbles even though I hate the name.

“Took you long enough, I mumbled under my breath. He didn’t even look up at me.

“Your scent is all over the place. I knew it was you, just waited to hear you speak.”

“Fine

I began walking to the sofa so I could take a seat but his next words made me stop in my tracks.

“I’m busy. I have just two minutes to spare you. Don’t waste

I scoffed. I clenched my teeth in anger and disbelief.

my time,

Although I came to see him for just one reason, I decided to make it two since he was hell bent on annoying the patience out

of me.

“I saw some

guys working in a room at your home and I saw my nameplate on it. What’s it all about?””

I asked, feigning ignorance. I wanted to hear him say it.

“They didn’t tell you about it, did they?” I shook my head.

“I was told to ask you I lied. I clenched my toes so badly I could feel the pain.

“Something to keep you busy. It’s an artist workspace Get busy and throw out any plans to ‘escape from this hellhole” he laid emphasis on the last stemanet

I furrowed my eyebrows. “So, you think I wanted to leave because I was jobless,”

He shrugged. “You wanted to leave because of your lover. Now, that he’s gone, you’d be jobless,

“F*ck you, Darius,”

p to meet mine and we both froze.

His eyes sprang up

“Don’t play with fire, Angela,” he growled.

I pushed my hair backwards and stared at him. I realised he wasn’t giving me attention but resumed writing.

“I don’t want the workspace. The thing is, I don’t want that room in that house. If you’ll keep it, keep it locked or thrash it:

out. I would rather sleep on the bare ground, in the wilderness than stay in a house with a workspace,

His hold on the pen froze and his eyes were calculating.

“You hate it,” he asked rhetorically.

“I loathe it,” I responded, through gritted teeth.

“Why?”

I took a deep breath. “Cos it’s ugly and it’s none of your business/

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He stood up from his desk. “That’s not the answer that I want. I know it’s not ugly because the guys aren’t even done and I know how much you loved drawing, painting and all that stuff. What changed?”

“Like I said, it’s none of your business,” I spat.

His strides we’re so quick that within a few steps, he was right in front of me. I walked back, hoping to get away from him but he didn’t stop until my back was against the wall.

His eyes were fixated on my lips, drinking in every word to the extent that the words that came out of my mouth didn’t even

make sense to me.

“What happened, Angela?” He asked softly.

“Nothing happened. I don’t want the workspace. Lock it up.”

He c*cked his head. His fingers danced on my shoulder, dangerously close to my neck.

“People don’t wake up and suddenly hate something that they once loved. Something happened, something changed them,”

“You should…” he placed a finger on my lips, stopping me.

“If you tell me it’s none of my business again, I’ll kiss you till your lips go limp and it’ll be the sweetest thing you’ve ever

done.”

I placed my palm on his chest to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he camped me between his large. monstrous body as if I was a child,

“Now, tell me…” he asked softly, his hand cascading through my hair. “What happened? Who am I murdering?”

“You told me seven minutes ago that you have just two minutes, you should go back to your work because it’s none of your f*cking business,”

He smirked. I felt as though I just walked into his trap willingly.

He wrapped his palm against my throat so gently I let out a st*pid moan.

“I warned you” he breathed against my lips.

His lips danced so close to mine and before I could say another word, his lips moulded with mine, making butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

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