Bound to the Alpha I was meant to Hate

Chapter Three: Not Mine

Thomas'S POV

Strange feelings coursed through my veins as I stared at the lady before me. Her hair was packed in a bun and she looked pretty. She had always been pretty, or was I just noticing it now?

"I think we both know why you're being paranoid," I saw her freeze on her steps immediately after I said those words.

I smirked. Her actions alone were proof that she knew what happened between us that night. That night seemed to be an unforgettable one for me.

"Don't we, Diana ?" I probed further.

She turned to look at me and then walked back to my car, placing her hands on her hips.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Thornton. And if this is your way of taunting me so I can sell our company's information out to you, you should quit cos it ain't gonna work." Glaring at me, she walked away before I could say a word.

I watched from the rearview mirror as she entered the bus which had just arrived, going to sit at the back.

"Diana ," I groaned, tapping my forehead lightly.

It's been two weeks since that night, yet it's still stuck in my memory. I couldn't forget the kisses, caresses, the lovemaking. How could I forget someone as sweet as her?

"Damn you," I grunted as I resumed driving to my company.

I arrived at the company in no time and headed inside. The staff greeted me to which I replied with a simple nod.

Getting to my office, I met my assistant already waiting for me.

"Good morning, Mr. Thomas," Aiden greeted me.

"Morning, Aiden," I replied, dropping into my chair. "What's my schedule looking like today?"

Aiden consulted his tablet, his eyes scanning the screen. "You've got a packed day, sir. Marketing meeting at 10, followed by a conference call with the sales team at 11. Then you're free for a bit until your lunch meeting with the Smiths at 1."

I nodded, my mind already shifting into work mode. "Anything else?"

"Just a reminder that the Johnson account is due today, and your assistant from the New York office is arriving at 3 for a briefing," Aiden added, his brow furrowed in concentration.

I nodded again, taking it all in. "Got it. That's all for now, Aiden."

He nodded and turned to leave, but not before saying, "I'll be outside if you need me, sir."

As soon as the door closed behind him, my mind began to drift. I couldn't help but think of Diana . I found myself smiling, lost in the thought of her. It was like my mind was a magnet, constantly drawn back to her.

My gaze drifted out the window, my thoughts a million miles away. I was so caught up in my daydream that I didn't even notice when Aiden popped his head back in to remind me about my meeting. "Sir, your 10 o'clock is here."

I nodded, still lost in thought. "Thanks, Aiden. Send them in."

And with that, my day officially began. But my mind was still with Diana , and I couldn't help but wonder when I'd see her again.

As the day drew to a close, I packed up my things and headed out of the office. The drive home was uneventful, my mind wandering to the usual thoughts of work and deadlines. But as I approached the intersection of Main and Elm, my gaze drifted to the supermarket on the corner. That's when I saw her - Diana , walking through the sliding glass doors, her figure illuminated by the store's bright lights.

My heart skipped a beat as I slowed down, my eyes fixed on her. She was dressed in a lightweight tank top and jeans, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. I could tell she had come from home, maybe picking up some groceries for dinner. I felt a smile spread across my face, my mind replaying our last conversation.

"Diana ," I whispered to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. What were the chances of running into her here, in this mundane setting?

I considered stopping, going in, and saying hello. But something held me back. Maybe it was the fear of interrupting her alone time, or maybe it was just the reluctance to break the spell of this chance encounter. Whatever the reason, I kept driving, my eyes lingering on the supermarket until it disappeared from view.

I've always been drawn to Diana 's confidence and poise in business settings. Her ability to tackle challenges with grace and professionalism is incredibly attractive. Diana Harper was a great and ambitious woman, something I've always loved in a woman.

That night, we were both drunk and we let our guards down allowing our desires to take over. Even though I was drunk and not fully present, the memories of our passionate encounter lingered - the kisses, her moans, the way our bodies connected.

But when I woke up the next morning, she was gone. No note, no explanation. I was left with unanswered questions and a mix of emotions. Did she think I took advantage of her? Did she regret what happened between us?

The past two weeks have been a blur of non-stop work, leaving me little time to process my thoughts. But seeing her yesterday brought everything flooding back. I tried to approach her, but she fled, leaving me frustrated and confused.

"Damn, she's driving me crazy," I mutter to myself, standing under the showerhead, letting the water wash away my tension.

Diana 'S POV

I walked into the house, exhausted but relieved to have gotten the groceries we needed. Rachel looked up from her laptop, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Hey, did you get everything?"

I nodded, dropping the bags on the counter. "Yeah, got it all."

Rachel apologized, "Sorry to stress you out, Em. I know you were still recovering."

I brushed it off with a laugh. "Two weeks old, Rach. The baby is still in the honeymoon phase. What could go wrong?"

Rachel smiled, returning to her work. I paused, my mind wandering to my encounter with Thomas. Should I tell Rachel about it? I hesitated, weighing my options. After much contemplation, I decided to tell her what would be the best.

"Rach, I need to talk to you about something," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She looked up, curious. "What's up?"

I took a deep breath. "I saw Thomas this morning."

Her eyes widened. "What? Are you serious?"

I nodded, my heart racing. "Yeah. He offered me a lift, but I declined."

Rachel's expression changed from surprise to concern. "What did he say after that?"

I went ahead to explain everything to her, sighing deeply afterward.

"I think he remembers what happened that night, Rach. What should I do?"

"Nothing. If he keeps showing interest in you, then you have to tell him about the baby. You can't keep hiding it from him for long, he's the father anyway."

I read Rachel's words over and over again, and one thought lingered on my mind. What would Thomas' reaction be when he finds out I'm pregnant with his baby?