Alpha, My Dear Alpha

Chapter Four- What is Happening

Laria Jenkins (POV)

I go to get three more beers for table seven and close my eyes taking deep breaths. Why do I feel strange when I am around the one with dark hair and silver-blue eyes? He is beyond gorgeous and so muscular. And tall well over six feet give or take. I would actually believe him to be at least six feet four. The others with him are tall also and good looking but there is something about that one. His aura is strong and when we touched, I felt sparks all over, and not in a bad way either. It makes me feel good and warm. I almost want to run into his arms and feel his strength. I want to kiss those sexy full lips. I want to…Wait. What am I thinking? I can’t go there… I am engaged. Granted he is holding me as a prisoner, but I owe him so much money and all he wants is to marry me as payback.

Taking another deep breath, I took the mugs of draft beer and headed to the table and set down the mugs. I could feel the eyes of Mr. Sexy watching my every move. God, I wish I wasn’t in the situation I was in. I would gladly slip him my number if I were free. I can feel the chemistry between us, and it feels strong. But I have to ignore it.

He was the last one I set the mug in front of when he reached out and slipped a business card into my hand sending tingles up my spine.

“If you ever need someone to talk to don’t hesitate to call me.” He said as I frowned at him.

“Why?” I whispered.

“I can’t help but feel you could use a friend.” He answered.

I felt my eyes water with his sweet words. Then it hit me. He was the same man that other night that left the three-hundred-dollar tip for me.

“It was you.” I began, “You were the one from the other night.

He gave me a big smile then. And my world tilted when he did. He was beyond gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. What is it about this man that seems to draw me in? We just kept staring into each other’s eyes and I could swear I feel connected to him.

I slowly shook my head to clear the effect, “I…um…have to get back to work. Is there anything else you need?”

“Not at this time. And my name is Drake.” He says letting go of the hand that he was holding.

I slipped his card into my pocket before repeating, “Drake.” The name suits him. It was a strong name for a strong man. I smiled and turned and walked away.

An hour later Drake and his party left and again He left me a heft tip along with a note. ‘Please call me sometime when you need a friend.’

I stuffed the tip and note into my pocket and continued to clean up the table for the busboy to come and wipe it off. I can’t help but smile as I do.

After work, I get back to Carl’s as I cannot call it home and I shower, straighten up the place and begin cooking before he gets back. I was just setting the table when he walks in. He suddenly grabs my hair and pulls me away taking me by surprise.

“Ahhh…What are you doing?” I scream at him.

He punches me in the face blinding me in the right eye. “WHO.IS.HE?” He screams back at me as he punches me again, making me fall to the floor.

“WHO?” I scream with my arm up to protect my face.

“The man at the restaurant…Slut. I saw him flirting with you.” He kicks me on the same side that is already bruised.

“I don’t know…Just a customer. You were there?”

“I was meeting a client when I saw you.” He growled out.

“I promise I don’t know him. He is only a customer.” I said as tears fell down from my eyes.

He gave me a few more punches and kicks before he adds, “I am going to take a shower. You better have dinner on the table when I get out.”

Then he left me there bloody on the floor crying in pain. I am pretty sure I have a few broken ribs this time as well as a black eye. How am I going to cover my injuries this time? I still have work tomorrow.

I slowly get up when I hear the shower run and go to the kitchen sink and rinse off the blood and clean the cuts on my face from the punches. Then I go and finish the dinner while groaning in pain. I hear the shower turn off and begin serving the food as he comes out in a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt.

After dinner and after I cleaned up the table and kitchen, I excused myself and took another shower in my bathroom in hopes of soothing the bruises and the pain.

I put on a large tee shirt and crawled into bed in hopes that I would get some sleep. I was so achy and sore that I let tears fall onto my pillow. I woke to the sound of Carl getting ready for work. He usually wakes me to make him breakfast, but he didn’t this time. So, I just lay there listening to him leave out the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. I ended up falling back to sleep and woke to my phone alarm alerting me to get ready for work. I slept all morning which is unusual for me. I have to be at work by two PM. I get up slowly and wash my face the best I could and looked at myself in the mirror. My right eye was swollen shut and there was a cut above my eyebrow. The bruising was so bad that I could not take time off work. I will have to come up with an excuse. At least the other injuries will be hidden under my clothes. Just the one on my face will be showing.

I get dressed in a long sleeves shirt and loose jeans and put my hair up in a messy bun. I walk out of my room and see on the table a note. I pick it up and read it.

Laria,

I better not hear about you flirting today or it will be worse. You are mine and you owe me. Even in blood.

See you tonight, Carl.

He left me a threat. I wasn’t flirting with Drake. We spoke a few words but there was no flirting. I go into the kitchen and take a can of breakfast shake as that is all I could handle right now and grab my car keys and purse and walk out the door locking it behind me.

I get to work and put my things in my locker and grab my apron and tie it around me. I cannot say it isn’t painful to walk because it is, but I have to hide it. I walk out to the kitchen and the staff and Rosie the other waitress stare and gasp when they see me.

“Oh. My. God. What happened?” Rosie asked me.

I smile and said, “I was clumsy in the shower. I got out not seeing the wet spot on the floor and fell hitting my face on the counter.” I guess things like that could happen.

She looked at me as if in doubt, but I kept on smiling. Shaking her head she says, “You need to be more careful. Floors can get pretty slippery.”

“Yeah, I learned that the hard way.” I take my pad and pen and head out onto the floor to begin work.

I was working three hours when I recognized a man at one of my tables.

“Hey, can’t get enough of the food here?” I say with a smile.

He looked at me in shock with his green eyes and mouth open. “What happened, Lu…I mean Laria?”

“Oh, a silly accident in the shower. A wet floor and a mean countertop.”

He nods his head and looks at the menu. “So are your friends going to join you tonight?” I asked.

“Nope, just me.” He said looking over the menu then looking up he says, “You can call me Lucas,” He smiles at me.

“So, what will you have Lucas?”

“I will have a draft beer and the steak and potato plater.” He says.

“And how do you like your steak, sir?”

“Rare. I like it mooing.” He laughed.

I just smile. With the threat from Carl playing in my head, I have to treat Lucas as a normal customer. For all I know, Carl could have a spy in here.

“Coming right up sir.” I turn to go get his beer and place the order with the chef. I am just hoping I am wrong about the spy but in case I just have to smile with no flirting and do my job. God Help me.

A/N

This was hard for me to write as I felt like I had to get inside the mind of an abuser. I know there will be more scenes like this. There will be a c****x scene later in the story that is brewing in my head. It will be exciting and hopefully on the edge-of-your-seat kind of suspense. I know Laria does not deserve this kind of life when all she was thinking of was saving her sick sister. I hope you are enjoying this story. It is interesting writing it.

Abbie