Her submissive Beta, Her dominant Alpha

Doing the whole couples thing

*Amber*

I wake up to the delicious smell of food, slowly opening my eyes and remembering I'm at Micah's house. Oh lord, last night was amazing. He might be a stuck-up snob most of the time, but he was an absolute animal in the bedroom.

But what now? Is this it? Does he want me to leave now that he's had me? Do I want to leave? Do I want to be in a relationship with him? Can I give up control like that? My head is spinning with questions.

I get out of bed and notice a pair of soft yoga pants, a T-shirt, and a clean pair of panties laid out on a chair next to the bed. On top lies a note written in a neat hand, no doubt from Micah. 'Take a shower, then come to the kitchen.'

I do as the note says - it's just what I need anyway. Taking a quick shower freshens me up, and I put on the clothes before heading down the stairs and into the kitchen where I find Micah nearly done preparing dinner.

He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants hanging so low on his narrow hips it seems like a miracle they haven't fallen off, and an apron, nothing else. His hair is ruffled, and he has a smudge of flour on his right cheek.

As he smiles and his eyes catch mine, I'm pretty certain he has never looked as handsome or as sexy as he does right now. Seeing him like this, stripped of all pretense and glamour, is a whole new experience.

"Morning, or evening, darling. I see you found the clothes," he says, placing some food on the table.

I smile softly. "Yeah, do you just happen to have women's clothes lying around in case your dates need to change?"

"No, darling, I'm not that sly. Those are actually my sister's; she keeps some clothes here for emergencies." He pulls out a chair and motions for me to sit down.

I walk over and sit down, then reach up and gently brush the flour off his cheek. "Just a bit of flour. It smells delicious, Micah. Did you make it all yourself?"

"Oh, it's just spaghetti bolognese, nothing special... but yes, I made it from scratch, even the pasta," he says, smiling, and sits down across from me. Another surprise - I would've never guessed he cooked.

I serve myself some food and start eating. Yet another surprise - it tastes absolutely amazing. Apparently, he's a great cook as well. "This is amazing, Micah. It really is."

"Well, thank you, darling. I'm happy you like it," he says, starting on his own plate of food. A sweet little smile graces his lips, and he looks proud of my praise.

*Micah*

I watch her eat. She looks so beautiful with her hair clean and just falling in dark natural waves down her back, and her face without any makeup. I might find her alluring when she's all dressed up, but like this, I just can't keep my eyes off her.

I hope she wants to keep this up. I'm not ready to let her go just yet; there's so much more I'd like to do with her. I wonder if she's up for it.

The bet hadn't mentioned anything about how long I could keep her or how many times we could be together. I'm setting my own limit for that.

"What are you thinking about, Micah?" She looks at me curiously, a warm little smile blooming on her lips.

I realize I've been deep in my own thoughts and have forgotten to eat, so I quickly take a bite.

While I chew, I flash her my best smile, watching her smile grow in return. "I was just thinking about how exquisitely beautiful you look right now."

"Thank you." She actually blushes. I had halfway expected her to take a shot at me about my fake charm not working on her, but apparently, it works when I'm being sincere.

*Luca*

I pace around my apartment, my heart racing with worry. Where could Amber be? I haven't been able to reach her for two days now, and she hasn't answered her door either.

The thought of going over to Micah's place crosses my mind, but I hesitate, not wanting to see her there. If she's been with him for two days, maybe I'll have to face the reality that I've not only lost the bet, but lost her as well.

Frustration boils up inside me as I think about Micah. Why does everything seem to come so easily to him? It's just not fair.

Though I consider Micah one of my best friends, I can't deny that he's not the greatest boyfriend. And yet, for some twisted reason, women still flock to him. I had thought Amber was different, but it seems I may have been wrong. The uncertainty gnaws at me, making each passing moment feel heavier and more unbearable.