Trishal’s POV
Did someone just open the door to hell? Because I can feel the fury all the way.
How do I apologise sincerely when I was sprawled on his lap like a clown? Wait, on his lap? I immediately tried to get up but was pulled right back down.
“My apologies, Lord Alpha. We just took it for a wash,” I couldn't even give a credible lie.
“Damn, Trish, you really deserve to be s*****d. I can see you dressed up for the date too,” he spoke gently, softly, as if he was holding back his anger.
He had many cars, for crying out loud. He should be happy we helped him drive just one out. I never thought him to be this petty. I felt his eyes rove down my body, stopping at my thighs, which were currently on display.
I should not feel guilty or embarrassed. It wasn't like I did anything wrong,
