Filed to story: The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson
I removed my hand from his back, clenched my fists, and forced myself to regain my senses. What the he ll was I thinking? “No, I’m not comfortable.”
Perhaps to punish me, this time, his actions were not so gentle.
It wasn’t until I couldn’t stand it anymore that he let me go.
I thought he would leave after being satisfied again, but he carried me to the bathroom like he had the other night.
After helping me wash up, he lay on the bed with me wrapped in his arms. He rubbed my back with one hand, coaxing me to sleep.
I wanted to ask Greyson what was happening, but he rubbed my hair gently and said, “Go to sleep.”
Why did this doting tone sound like he was comforting his girlfriend?
I looked at him, my eyes searching, peering into his mask, trying to see who he was, but I couldn’t. And it frustrated the he ll out of me.
“Are you so ug ly that you dare not show your face?”
Was he too afraid to pursue me openly? Worried I would immediately turn him down?
“Don’t tell me-you have a lot of zits on your face.”
He remained silent.
Then he grabbed my hand, put it on his bare face.
Nope, no acne. Just smooth and firm skin, and an angular jaw.
Griffon was the only man with such a face.
More and more, I couldn’t help but suspect this Greyson man was actually Griffon. Everything about him reminded me of Griffon. Whether it was the way he touched me or the tone of his speech, he was so similar to the Alpha.
But Griffon had made it very clear that he never wanted to see me again. How could he…
I took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to ask, “You can’t be Griffon, can you?”
The man patted me on the back and paused for a moment, “Do you want me to be him?”
He didn’t admit it or deny it.
I lowered my head and thought about it, not wanting him to be able to see my face. If the man was Griffon and I admitted that I wanted it to be him, he wouldn’t be angry, right?
Given his personality, he would probably be angry if I said I didn’t want it to be him.
I wanted to test him, so I replied, “No, I don’t want you to be him.”
Greyson didn’t react at all. Instead, he snorted and said, “If you can’t fall asleep, I have something to help with that…”
Frightened, I immediately stopped talking.
My body couldn’t take another go round of Greyson’s Sual appetites.
I looked at him, feeling a sense of loss, though.
He wasn’t angry, which meant that he wasn’t Griffon.
For some reason, I was upset, so I turned my back to him and closed my eyes.
I didn’t know why, but although this man wasn’t Griffon, something told me he wouldn’t hurt me, that he would keep me safe.
After she fell asleep, the man pulled her back into his arms.
He held her in his arms and gently caressed her back.
I was so tired that I fell asleep soundly. In a daze, I dreamed of the young man from before again.
In my dream, he raised his foot, aimed at my heart, and kicked it hard.
He also broke my fingers one by one, slapped me hard.
I was lying on the ground, curled up in pain, but I reached out to him and said, “Silas, it hurts. It hurts…”
Her murmurs reached the man’s ears, and the hand rubbing her back froze instantly.
He stared at the woman in his arms for a long time, then pushed her away, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left.
When the man closed the door, Taya muttered softly,
“Griffon…”
I dreamed that Griffon hugged me to sleep and cared for me as if he were caring for someone he loved deeply.
When I woke up, the emotion from my dream lingered, warming me.
It was still dark in the presidential suite. I touched the space next to me and found that it was cold.
He had left. I heaved a sigh of relief, got up, and opened the
French windows.
The moment the curtains slid to the side, the sun shined in, bathing the area in bright rays.
Only then did I realize how big the suite was.
It occupied the entire floor.
The bed we’d been in was a huge round bed, covered in white sheets, pillows and blankets that were softer than anything else I’d laid in.
The tub in the bathroom was huge.
There was even a kitchen and a study.
I’d expected something like a hotel room, but this as far beyond that. And every inch of it was dripping in luxury.
It seemed that Mr. Greyson was very rich.
After exploring the suite, I picked up my phone.
This time, I’d slept until four o’clock in the afternoon! Holy smokes! The day was practically gone.
I quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up and then hurried down to the receptionist so I could check out of the room.
However, the receptionist told me this suite was exclusive to Greyson and there was no need to check out.
Once again, I was shocked. Nightshade was the largest, most luxurious, opulent entertainment resort in Arcadia. How could he have an exclusive presidential suite? Who the he ll was this guy?
The receptionist politely shook her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know,”
Even if she knew who it was, she wouldn’t dare to share information regarding a VIP. I knew better than to ask, but I was desperate.
There wasn’t anything else for me here right now, and I couldn’t ask any more questions, so I thanked the woman and left the hotel.
I grabbed my heart pills from my bag, but the bottle was empty. Sigh. Now I had to make a trip to the hospital. Joy. My favorite thing.
The attending doctor asked about my physical condition, as usual. When he asked about my sleeping habits and I told him, he frowned.
“Ms. Palmer, I’d like to admit you. I’m worried about the state of your heart, and I’d like to run some tests and see if we can’t find a new treatment option for you.”
I refused. Staying in the hospital was just waiting for death, and I wasn’t going to waste the last moments of my life in some cold, sterile room. Besides, what else were they going to do for me? It wasn’t like they were going to magically find some cure for my heart failure.
Thankfully, the doctor didn’t try to persuade me further. So far, this was one of the only benefits to NOT having a wolf- the doctors didn’t prioritize humans, so if I declined treatment, they didn’t push.
He just reminded me to rest as much as my body felt like it needed, and to not overdo it.
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