Daddy, I’m In Love With A Criminal Alpha

Chapter 03

June.

“Ralph.” The word came out of my mouth, in disappointment, disgust, and anger. He didn’t even hear the first time I called, he was still engrossed, and he probably wanted to come.

“Ralph!”

He froze, his face turned pale in an instant, he dragged his pants up, and tied them to his waist with the belt. And Kelvin, he could barely face me. He turned, facing the wall as if something was interesting written on it.

“June, I was going to come to you,” He said out in his pants.

“When?”

He got closer.

“When I arrived, you were with Ariana.”

“Did you bother to come find me?”

“I..I..”

I struck his cheek. “We have been together for two years, Ralph, how could you do this to me?”

Kelvin turned when I had hit him, and he hurried over to Ralph’s side. “Do you know how long we have been together?” He flared. Ralph pushed him slightly. “Stay out of this.”

I chuckled bitterly, I was on the edge of breaking. “So what was I the whole time? A cover-up? A display session, something fake, so you can keep f*****g him!”

“I thought I had something real with you, you introduced me to your parents, and I…” That was when it struck, the reason he introduced me to his parents as his girlfriend. “You bastard.” I hit my fist over his chest.

I don’t mind the tears ruining my makeup.

“You left me in the rain to be with him,”

“We are supposed to be here for Ariana’s birthday together, but you came here with him, the whole time I was calling you, you were with him.” I gritted my teeth and pushed him backwards. “Tell me that you weren’t with him?”

“Did he f**k you good?”

“Better than you did,” Ralph snapped at me, and I was lost for words. I felt his words cutting through me like the edge of a knife.

“I never meant to hurt you, June.”

My lips mumbled. “But you did.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you.”

“You were never going to tell me,”

I sniffed and dabbed my eyes, “I hate you so much.”

“June, let me explain.”

“What are you going to say to me?”

“I’m not going to stand and let you take me for a fool. You deceived me, lied to me, and I even let you make love to me, because I thought…” my voice trailed off. I wiped my eyes, ruining my makeup. I made my way out of the corner, didn’t care that he tried to call me back.

What else does he want from me?

I went back to the party, and the urge to get drunk, I grabbed one of the glasses and chugged it down. Ordered to get another.

“I was looking for you,” Ariana touched me over the shoulder. “What happened to your face? You look horrible!”

I shook my head. Tonight was about her and not about me. I don’t even want to talk about it to Ariana right now, and what I just saw.

“June.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Can we dance?” I said with a small smile over my shoulder.

She raised a brow at me. “You don’t drink, and you don’t know how to dance.”

“But I never said that I couldn’t…”

“Right?”

I stared at her, and the second she rolled her eyes at me, I knew that she agreed with what I said.

I took another drink while she watched me.

“Something is wrong, isn’t it?” She whispered beside me. Because of the dim light that went on and off, she could barely see my face, and getting drunk was the best way not to ruin the night.

“That’s the third drink.”

“It’s your birthday, Ari, can we have some fun, isn’t that what you wanted?”

She placed her elbow on the table with a smug look. “Fine, come dance with me.” She took my hand, I held my glass, making sure I finished it before I dropped the empty glass. Ariana was taller than me. I was around 5 '9, but I don’t think that matters when we danced.

Whatever I took, it was strong, my head was already spinning, and I kept taking more drinks from the servant who walked by and Ariana didn’t try to stop me again. We kept dancing, wriggling our hips. I had never danced outside, but I had watched a couple of dance videos, and had danced when I was alone. I was letting all of it out.

My hands went over my dress, pulling it up slightly, and swaying my hips downwards.

I was covered with everyone dancing around me, but I caught his eyes from the stairs. This time they looked like bronze fire, blazing and burning.

I was hot, maybe by his gaze or the drink.

But either way, I was feeling the burn.

I grabbed another shot and swigged it over my throat. Ariana was dancing with Jimin and Simon was behind me. He wanted to dance with me anyway.

My sight was starting to get blurry, and I was having slight blackouts.

That was when my ex-boyfriend walked in with his boyfriend, he saw me, dancing. But he couldn’t come to me, yet he stared.

I had to take another drink, ignoring his existence.

My feet started to hurt, I didn’t remember eating a slice of cake, but I did feel the taste in my mouth. I was getting out of it, and worse.

I needed to throw up, and my head was spinning. If I closed my eyes, the second I opened them, I wouldn’t know where I was, or what had happened.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” I said to whoever was beside me. The music was still on, louder than ever. I took the stairs, heading back to Ariana’s room so I could make use of her toilet.

I thought I was walking, but my feet weren’t on the ground.

I opened the door, got in, and made my way to the toilet. I knew that I wasn’t alone.

I felt the presence behind me, holding my hair and rubbing my back. I threw up and staggered when I got up, but a hand gripped my waist, made me steady, the strong arm went around my stomach, holding me to his body.

His scent, his hand on my body, was triggering.

I knew it was him even when he didn’t speak, with the way he held me, my backside was against his groin.

He wiped my mouth with the tissue and splashed some water on my face. I spun around in his hold, I could barely stand on my feet with my heels.

I stroke his finger with my fingers. “I want you to f**k me better than he did.”