____________________ Just when I am about to refuse, the door of the booth slams open and Micah walks in. He is wearing the same clothes I saw him in the morning. But unlike how he was at the office, the top buttons of his shirt are undone, his sleeves are rolled up and his disheveled black hair f

“I told you to leave. Why didn’t you leave?” He asks me but there is no heat in his words. “I couldn’t leave.” I tell him truthfully. “I won’t leave.” I promise him honestly. He smiles but it’s so sad that it makes something lurch within me. “What happened to you Micah? Are you in pain?” He give

And then, a hand snatches the phone away from me. Furious, I whirl my face upwards to find Micah staring down at me with concern clear on his face. His hair is wild from my hands roaming through it, his eyes still hold a drowsy look and his shirt is unbuttoned down to the navel. “My phone... My pho

Most of all, I just want that damn expression off her face. Even if I put it there. "How dare you?" she whispers, her voice a mix of sadness and wounded pride. "How can you humiliate me like this? You think so little of me?" I shrug, but my attempt to appear indifferent seems fake even to me. "Ac

"I want hidden equipment installed throughout the area, especially around the perimeter. This is a delicate operation, and we can't afford any slip-ups." Mark nods, taking notes on his phone. "Understood, Alpha. I'll make sure the security force is highly trained and discreet." As Kieran is done w