CHAPTER TWELVE

ALEX

“Stay here,” I instruct Haisley before stepping out to meet the person who knocked.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I just realized we asked Miss Haisley to go into the wrong dressing room,” the clerk explains apologetically.

“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling confused.

“Miss Haisley’s dress is actually in fitting room 5, not 1,” she clarifies.

“Oh,” I respond, understanding the situation. Does that mean I was wrong in my assumption?

“Yes, you were,” Eden interjects in my mind. “The poor girl was innocent, and you punished her.”

“Getting face-fucked isn’t really a punishment, in my defense,” I retort.

“Because she was trembling with need?” Eden counters, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

“Yes,” I admit.

Eden rolls his eyes in response.

“What do you think about her?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I feel the connection, but it was a lot to take after just losing one mate,” Eden responds.

“Same way I feel,” I agree.

“I doubt. Your dick has been in her pussy and mouth in the last hours,” Eden counte