Shirley's POV
I wistfully stared at the garden as the slurry sound of the tea in a cup filled my head.
My eyelashes flicker as I wish he'd walked by, for me to steal a glimpse of him.
After that night in his room, waking up, I found myself in my room. He didn't want me close.
"If you keep staring, I'd believe you're being forced to be here with me" his cocky voice drew my attention to him.
I folded my lips, darting my gaze to and fro. The alpha's very presence embodies masculinity and charm.
He had gulped three cups of cinnamon tea and had a stern look at me like I'd freaked out.
Being strict doesn't make him feared, it's just his victories.
"What are you going to do about Darius?" I questioned, trying to act as though I was present when all I thought about was Larry.
I believe hi
