“Melanie, don’t!”
“Nicoooole!”
“Melanie!”
I laughed as he continued chasing after me.
“Melanie!”
“Melanie!”
“I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man!” I yelled back, laughing.
I was almost to the stairs when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me again his chest. He chuckled as I struggled to break free.
“I caught you, darling.” He whispered in my ear before planting a gentle kiss on my neck.
“Cheating asshole.” I huffed.
“I’m an asshole, but not a cheater, in anything.” He stated.
I sighed, “Fine, I won’t tell her. But…”
“But what?”
“You have to cook breakfast tomorrow. You owe me anyways.” I smirked.
He sighed and let go of me, “Okay, okay.”
I groaned as I laid on the couch in his office. Short had spotted Jefferson along the borders, but the bastard disappeared before he could catch him. Now, Edgar refuses to let me out of his sight.
He told me that he didn’t want me to go through what he went through. He didn’t want to imagine me being in that much pain. That I already went through enough abuse as it is.
So, here I am, stuck on the couch. I looked up to see him narrowing his eyes at my phone. I regret lending my phone to him, because he’s going to wonder who certain contacts are.
Specifically, Lucas, who is my gay cousin. This is going to be fun when he sees his name, if he’s going through my phone.
“Who’s Lucas?”
Bingo.
“My gay cousin.” I sighed, bored.
“Oh…oh, okay.”
“Why? Jealous?”
“Yes. You’re mine.”
I smirked at his possessiveness. Unlike other alphas, he isn’t overly possessive. He lets me hangout with other guys as long as they don’t touch me inappropriately or flirt with me. None of the guys do, they already know who they will have to answer to if they did.
I stuck my tongue out at him before staring at the ceiling again.
“Very mature, Melanie.” Edgar spoke.
I grinned, “I am, aren’t I?”
He scoffed at me, I just laughed in return. I laid there for another few minutes when Short burst through the office doors.
My eyes widened at the sight of the blood on his shirt, the paleness of his skin, and his struggle to breathe. I immediately ran over to him, wrapping my arms around him so I could support his weight.
“Short, hey, what happened?” I asked, laying him down.
He groaned in pain as Edgar applied pressure to his wounds.
“J-Jefferson, he’s-
-back, bitches. Missed me?”