Alpha's Secret

Chapter Eleven: The Wait

Emilia had been thinking of Elijah nonstop since their last encounter. She couldn't shake off the feeling of his lips on her cheek, the way he made her feel like she was home. She wondered if she would ever see him again, if he felt the same way.

Just as she was starting to lose hope, her phone rang. She picked it up, her heart racing as she saw Elijah's name on the screen.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and husky. "I got your number from Sarah. I hope that's okay."

Emilia's heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, that's fine," she said, trying to sound casual.

They talked for hours, catching up on each other's lives. Emilia felt like she was floating on air, like nothing else mattered except this connection she had with Elijah.

As they talked, Elijah asked her to meet him at a gallery opening the following night. Emilia agreed, her heart racing with excitement.

The next night, Emilia arrived at the gallery, wearing a flowing black dress made of silk, her hair styled in loose waves. Elijah was already there, looking dashing in his tailored navy suit, his dark hair styled perfectly.

As they spent the evening together, walking through the gallery, Emilia found herself stealing glances at Elijah. She admired the way he moved with ease, the way he spoke with passion about art.

As the night drew to a close, Elijah walked her home, his arm around her shoulders. Emilia felt safe, like she was exactly where she was meant to be. They stood outside her apartment, lingering in the moment. Elijah looked at her, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I've really enjoyed getting to know you, Emilia," he said, his voice low and husky.

Emilia smiled, her heart racing. "I've enjoyed it too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the night drew to a close, Elijah smiled and said, "I'll drive you home."

Emilia nodded, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of being alone with him in the car.

They walked to the parking lot, and Elijah led her to a sleek black sedan. He opened the door for her, and Emilia got in, feeling a sense of luxury wash over her.

Elijah got in behind the wheel, and they pulled out of the parking lot. As they drove through the city, Emilia couldn't help but steal glances at Elijah. He was focused on the road, his eyes intent on the traffic ahead.

But every so often, he would glance over at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. Emilia felt her heart race at those moments, feeling a sense of connection to him.

As they drove, they talked, their conversation flowing easily. Emilia felt like she had known Elijah for years, not just hours.

Finally, they pulled up to her apartment, and Elijah turned off the engine. He turned to her, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I really enjoyed this night, Emilia," he said, his voice low and husky.

Emilia smiled, her heart racing. "I've enjoyed it too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elijah leaned in, his face inches from hers. "I'll call you soon," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

And with that, he leaned back, and Emilia got out of the car, feeling a sense of wonder at the connection they had shared.