MY CONTRACT WITH THE SUPREME ALPHA

Chapter 06

I spent the rest of the day at the company tidying up so that I wouldn't have to deal with any overtime. My father loved to do that to me as if I didn't do my job well. I imagined that Edmon would tell him about seeing me with Arvel but judging by how excited my father would be about it, he shouldn't have. Edmon was the part of the family that didn't like the revenge against the Kain, not because he didn't hate them, because he certainly did, but because I was the one involved. Edmon was too protective of me and didn't want me to get involved. Of course, no one cared much about his opinion, even if he did get the Alpha position.

“I think it would be fair for you to choose where you want to have dinner,” Arvel texted me. He then sent a few emojis. “If you want, it could be at your place,” he sent back shortly afterward, followed by more emojis. I hated being attracted to men who were funny on purpose. The problem was that at that moment it was an enemy I had a contract and revenge to fulfill.

“Is your wolf uncontrollable again?” I replied, not wanting to escalate the conversation. I wasn't going to f**k him again, not really. “If he's out of control, there's nothing I can do,” I told him straight away.

It took Arvel some time to send another message. I thought I wouldn't be able to reply, but unfortunately, that wasn't the concern. The issue was much bigger. “I'm down here; come soon,” he typed. My heart froze. Arvel Kain didn't seem to understand the meaning of discretion.

I picked up my cell phone and pressed call. “What do you think you're doing?” I asked loud enough for him to understand what the f**k he was doing, but low enough for the others not to get involved. “You can't come here,” I emphasized as I ran to the window, looking for his car.

“Don't worry, Anna, I'm in one of the rental cars; nobody knows that license plate,” he said, completely calm, which made me even angrier. “If it's all over, I'll wait,” he said.

“How inconvenient,” I said, while still looking for a suspicious car. “You don't think I'm going out to dinner in the same clothes I've been wearing since early this morning, do you?” I said, stating the obvious. Sometimes men seemed too stupid. “Besides, I stink,” I mentioned, indicating that his odor was still present on my clothes.

“No problem, we'll stop by your place,” he said casually as if we were close and this was a regular occurrence. A cynical cockney. I asked him how many times he must have acted like this with other women.

“There is no us; there is only me,” I said, almost shouting. “You can follow me and leave the car blocks away; my family doesn't care about the Kain,” I said. On the other end of the line, Arvel laughed.

“Anna,” he said, still laughing, “I know you live alone and far enough away from the Avilla. Do you want to avoid me so much?” he said, still laughing. Angry, I wanted to hang up, but it was too early for that.

“Right, Arvel. Are you with your driver, or are you driving?” I wanted to know. He said he was driving. “Well, you'd better hold on,” I said, hanging up without saying another word. Without thinking twice, I ran to the elevator with my things and down to the parking lot, where I ran to my car. Then I hit the gas. “You'd better keep up with me,” I said mentally as I left the place.

Minutes earlier, through the window, I had seen a suspicious car, which I was sure belonged to Arvel. So, as I left the parking lot, I passed him quickly, making eye contact while smiling. It was him. If he wanted to play with me, then we would. I continued driving at high speed while looking in the rearview mirror to see if he was still with me. He seemed to be enjoying the game. It was the first time anyone had been able to keep up with me for so long.

I parked my car in my garage. I had already understood that I wouldn't be able to lose him, and he already knew that I lived alone, so there wasn't much I could do. On the way, I wondered if it would be a good idea for us to go together in the same car, and after weighing it up, I concluded that it would be good to leave my scent on something of his.

I got out of the car, watching as Arvel parked his. “Wow, I didn't realize you were a racing fan,” he said. It seemed like he was surprised. Somehow, that boosted my ego. I loved being recognized for a quality, and that was one of them.

My good manners prevented me from leaving Arvel outside. I invited him in, and he readily cooperated. I made him feel at home and went up to my room to shower and change.

“Look, I don't mind going out with you with my smell exuding,” Arvel shouted from the floor. “By the way, I love your house; it's just missing a masculine touch,” he said. I wanted to shout at him, but if I did, I'd end up giving on dinner.

“I'm passionate about not stinking, thank you,” I said, getting out of the shower. The less he stayed in my house, the better.

When I went downstairs, ready with my makeup on, I found Arvel in the kitchen, nibbling on a jar of peanuts. “I love this brand too; they sponsor me,” he said, conveniently licking the spoon. I took it from his hand.

“Are you eating, since we're going out to eat?” I asked, licking what was left on the spoon. I saw myself as a teenager giving an indirect kiss. Then I threw the spoon in the sink.

“Shall we?” he asked. I agreed. Then we left my house. Arvel gave me a sincere smile when he realized that I wasn't planning on going in separate cars. His surprise was even greater when I sat in the driver's seat.

“If I choose the place, I'll take it too,” I said, as I asked for the keys. He smiled, defeated by the argument, and handed them to me. Then he sat down on the seat next to me.

“So, where are we going?” he asked, interested.