MY ALPHA
602 Words
BELLA’S POV
He stared at the door Edward just walked through and muttered:
"Mess with me... and you'll pay the price."
I was flipping through a checklist behind the reception desk, checking items we needed for the upcoming tourist event.
Just then, the storage room door creaked open.
Edward stepped in.
I looked up, startled. "Did you change your mind and come to help us?"
He leaned against the wall casually. "Didn't you want me to come here?"
I frowned, "I didn't ask you to come."
Click.
I turned the knob.
It didn't budge.
I twisted harder. "Wait. Did you lock this?"
He blinked. "It's probably your uncle."
I sighed and leaned on the door. "I get it, okay? You don't want to help. But why are you trying to drive a wedge between me and my uncle?"
I clenched my jaw. "You know what, I'm just gonna..."
Edward walked past me, cracked his knuckles. "Let me kick this door down."
"Wait!" I rushed in front of him, blocking the door. "Somebody's gonna come! And I don't have money to replace a broken door."
He sighed and leaned back. "Fine."
I slid to the floor and rested my back on the wall. "We'll just wait..."
Edward sat down beside me. Our shoulders were inches apart.
"Don't come closer," I said quickly. "If someone walks in, they might think we're... like, together or something."
He smirked. "Relax, tough girl. I'll stay in my lane."
But he couldn't help but look at me, arms crossed, pouting, pretending I wasn't freezing.
"You know," he murmured, "if you're cold... I can consider hugging you."
I gave him a side-eye glare. "Nope. That won't be necessary."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Even just a little?"
"No!"
He chuckled. "Alright. You're a tough girl. Got it."
A few moments later, the temperature dropped.
I shivered despite myself.
Edward noticed, his teasing smile fading. Quietly, he shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it over my shoulders.
I hesitated, then leaned slightly against him.
Within minutes, my breathing slowed, and my head gently dropped onto his shoulder.
I was asleep.
Edward stayed still, heart pounding—but peaceful.
That is, until...
Click.
The door opened.
My uncle stood there.
His eyes widened at the sight of me sleeping on Edward's shoulder.
My eyes shot open.
I sat up instantly. "Uncle! Wait, it's not what it looks like!"
But Mr. Basil was already gone.
As we stepped outside the hotel, Edward glanced at me. "Okay. I'll take over organizing the hotel's travel festival. Is that enough?"
I looked at him, touched. A slow smile formed. "That's more than enough."
He added, "Now... let's get drinks."
We went out and drank until I got drunk.
We stumbled in through the door, laughing and swaying slightly.
I leaned against him, giggling. "Hey, handsome."
Edward chuckled. "I think you drank a little too much tonight."
I poked his chest. "Hey! I've been working for years, I never had a boyfriend... never had a vacation... and now?"
I grinned. "God finally sent me a handsome man."
I looked into his eyes, suddenly softer.
I trailed a finger down his arm. "You make me feel safe, even when I don't know why."
Edward swallowed hard. "Bella..."
But I suddenly yawned and leaned on his chest. "So warm..."
He guided me to the couch gently.
"Let's get you to sleep."
I mumbled, "You're so lucky I don't jump you right now."
He froze mid-step. "What?"
"Hmm?"
"Nothing..."
He covered me with a blanket.
But just as he was about to step away...
I pulled his wrist. "Stay."
He hesitated.
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