The Ebony Alpha

Chapter 5: Laila's View

Michelle and Chase’s silence was beginning to annoy me. My annoyance only increased with the moaning coming from the fallen phone.

I started to walk toward them, and Michelle was the first to break out of the trance. She quickly grabbed the phone and stopped the muffled orgasm that was beginning to come from the speaker.

“Why are you here?” I asked Michelle quietly. I don’t know why I feel an angered heat start to roll through my body. As I literally try to shake it off, Chase speaks up.

“She brought your things from the office,” he said cautiously before adding that he asked to see the video.

I immediately turned to him. And as if my body was possessed, I raised my hand, ready to slap him. Chase was once again quicker than me and grabbed my arm before my hand made a connection with his face.

“Laila!” Michelle yelled out.

Horrified expressions were now facing me. I tried to pull my hand away from Chase, but he wouldn’t let go. Once again, a wave of unexpected anger started to course through my veins.

With a firm grip still on my arm, Chase told me that it was us in the video. His face was hard to read as he delivered the news. It was one of concern, but it seemed to just contain a slight look of anger. The detected anger was oddly turning me on.

“What do you mean it is us?” I snapped as I yanked my arm from his grasp.

Chase snatched the phone from Michelle's hand, who seemed pissed by the action, and handed it to me. He slid his finger over the cracked screen and pressed play. My grinning face appeared before the camera.

“Last year, you were drunk and recorded us having s*x in my dad’s office,” Chase said roughly. “I don’t know who is in the grainy part of the video, but clearly, someone put these two videos together to make it look like you.

I looked on as the video played and looked up at Chase before seeing Michelle. She nodded her head and gave me a small smile. I suddenly felt lightheaded.

“I don’t even remember recording this. Are you sure? Why would someone have this video? Who are the other people?” I started blurting out frantically.

“We don’t know. It is some girl with a neck tattoo, and the guy has a back tattoo that isn’t the same as Chase’s,” Michelle responds softly.

I swipe through the video, trying to find a clear shot of the couple. There are about 5 seconds in the video where both of their tattoos are clear. Despite watching the video multiple times today, it felt like my vision was working for the first time. The world felt like it had suddenly disappeared, and my skin began to crawl.

“I know who they are,” I started to whisper. Michelle and Chase both looked at me with a mix of shock and curiosity.

I held up the phone for them to see, as I told them, “It’s Darren and Ragen.”

“You got to be f*****g kidding me!” Chase shouts as he punches his fist through a wall. I was speechless as I saw him pull it back. In all of the years that I have known him, Chase has never shown this kind of anger. At least he never showed it to me.

I’m still staring at Chase as he paces the room, mumbling to himself. He seems only to be making himself angrier, and I am confused as to why. I knew he got Ragen pregnant last year, but I never thought he had feelings for her. I thought it was a drunken accident.

Was he seriously upset about her having s*x with Darren? There was a tightening in my chest, and my vision started to get blurry. It was becoming harder to breathe as the seconds ticked by.

“Laila, how do…” I could hear Michelle start to speak, but it sounded far away.

“Would you rather it was you f*****g her?” I screamed out loud. Chase stops pacing and looks at me. His anger fades away and is replaced by a lost expression.

“What?” Chase and Michelle say at the same time.

My body starts to shake uncontrollably, and I fall to my knees. I suddenly felt a splitting headache come over me. There was screaming, but I don’t know if it was me or someone else.

Then there is darkness. I am surrounded by nothingness except for a faint purr. The purr sounds like it is coming from something large, and it scares me.

I tried to scream, but the sound seemed to be swallowed by the nothingness. Am I dreaming? I don’t remember falling asleep. The purring stops right before I see two eyes staring at me. The gold color is piercing in the blackness. I feel myself fighting to escape them, but I can’t.

Eventually, the nothingness fades away along with the eyes. My body jolts to sit up. I looked around, and the room was dark. What happened? How much time has passed?

Once again, I am almost naked in the bed, drenched in sweat. Am I having deja vu?

No, this isn’t deja vu. I can feel eyes on me again, but they aren’t hungry. I turned and looked down at Chase lying in the bed staring up at me. He gets up without saying anything and walks to the bathroom.

All he has on is pajama bottoms. I can just make out the definition of his back as he disappears. He returns with two towels in his hand and climbs into the bed. I can feel him lift the hair off my neck, and he gently wipes the cool, wet towel along my back. He does the same to my front before switching to the dry towel to wipe away the water.

Neither one of us said a word. Chase runs the dry towel up my throat, and I can feel him squeeze the top of my neck and turn my head towards him. He stares at me with an intensity that causes an incredible sensation between my legs.

“I love you, Laila. There is no one else for me,” Chase says to me in a strained whisper. His intense stare suddenly changes to something painful to look into, and I try to look away.

Chase kisses me on my forehead before lifting my head to kiss me on the lips gently. I immediately want more, but before I can do anything, Chase lays back down, pulling me down with him. Without effort, he turns me to my side, facing away from him, and wraps his arms around me.

I want to jump out of bed and scream at him. I want him to f**k me. I want to ask a billion questions about what happened today. But while my mind is very awake, my body is exhausted.

When my brain can’t fight it anymore, I finally go to sleep. The buzz of confusion finally slipped away from me for the night.