Ruin Me, Alpha

The Devil's Invitation

When I got back, my hand was shivering as they hovered over the door to knock. I take a deep breath and knocked.

He opened the door himself, shirt sleeves rolled up, looking effortlessly handsome. Sick bastard. “Irene. Come in.”

I brushed past. “Make it quick.”

He guided me to a table, food laid out. “Eat. Talk.”

“Are you going to poison me?”

He chuckled darkly. “Trust me, if I wanted to killed you, it wouldn't be poison.”

I glared and sat stiffly. “What's the real game? Why me?”

“You're special,” he said, serving himself. “Potential. And... intriguing.”

I grabbed a wine and downed the whole glass. “So, what part did you f**k that night? The one with potential or intrigue?”

Was I drunk already?

He paused, spoon of spaghetti hovering in the air. “I f****d the sexy and breathtaking Irene Harvey.”

I swallowed, watching as he proceeded serving my plate.

I felt nauseous. This dinner. Sitting with Alpha Devon, inhaling his cedar scent. I bit down on my lips. I didn't belong here.

“Why are we having this dinner?”

“Consider this the real interview since the first one this morning did not go quite well.” He sat after serving our plates, and sipped from his wine.

“You started it.”

“You spat on me.”

“You were an asshole.”

“I was respectful enough.”

I sighed, grabbed a fork and stabbed the shrimp. “Listen, Alpha Devon,” I probed the shrimp into my mouth, chewing, “One more sentence of your voice and I'd throw up on this table. Your sight makes me want to puke please, go straight to the point.”

He grabbed his fork and swirled his spaghetti. “Strange. The last time I checked, you called me an handsome stranger.”

“Because I didn't know who you were.”

“Doesn't change the fact that you think I'm handsome.”

I poured myself a cupful of wine and took a long sip. I was going to get drunk at this point. “To be honest, I won't deny that you are indeed handsome but you are a monster to me. And all monsters are meant to be ugly.”

“False,” he countered, a small smirk playing on his lips, as if he was enjoying this. “There are handsome monsters.”

“So you agree? That you are a monster.” I shoved a fork full of spaghetti into my mouth.

"I don't mind being called a monster by you."

I slammed my fork on the table and got up, the chair scraping.

“Tell me why I am here or I am leaving.”

He looked up at me, “Sit Irene Harvey.”

“I won't unless you—”

He cuts in, voice sharp and intimidating, “Sit Irene. Don't make me repeat myself.”

I did. Settling slowly on my seat.

We began eating in silence before he breaks it again after a few minutes.

“You smell nice.” He said, sipping from his wine.

“Do you except me to say “thank you”?”

“Absolutely not. I'm simply pointing out something.”

“Pointing what out?” I glared up at him, abandoning the food in front of me, focused more on the wine and how I had almost finished my second bottle.

I swear if I get drunk...

“It's Miss Clara.”

I frowned. “What?”

“You are wearing Miss Clara perfume. Specially worn for seduction.”

Wait, was that what Brielle was trying to say??

“Don't get the wrong idea. It was my best perfume brand.” I dismissed.

He smirked behind the rim of his glass as he takes another sip. “It's the same perfume you wore that night.”

Realisation dawned on me.

Oh shit...

I bent my head to sniff my dress. It was really the same perfume I had worn that night we had sex...

How had I not noticed?

“You want to know why you are here, right?” my head snapped up at him.

I glared. “Yes,”

“I brought you here because I have a request.”

I relaxed into my seat and downed the rest of the wine. “Shoot.”

“I want to f**k you... again.