Falling For My Father's Best Friend

Chapter 2: Confront The Fool

Everly's POV

“What the…” I hissed. “That jerk!”

It had been three weeks since the gala. I had been devastated by his sudden outburst and change in attitude.

He used to be excited to see me. But now, he was avoiding me. And worse, I had no idea what I had done.

I grabbed my phone, and checked the screen. It had been a constant behaviour for me to check my phone for hours hoping he would call.

I did the calling but he didn't pick. I tried once more and it went right to voicemail.

“Sorry, the number you're calling can not be reached…”

“Ugh!” I hung up and dropped my phone on my bed. Then pulled at my hair and screamed.

“Why is he avoiding me?”

I glanced back at the phone and I was done. “That's it,” I muttered and picked up my phone.

I walked to the door angrily, opened it and was out. My feet marched on the stairs, and went out of the mansion ignoring the maids greeting.

If he wanted to ignore him then I would be up in his face all day till he begged me to stop.

I still remembered the way to his house. I parked just at the gate beeping my horn like a mad woman without stopping.

The guard came out and I kept at it. He knocked on my window and I didn't stop until I felt it was right.

I let down the window, and stared at him sternly. “Tell your Alpha, Miss Everly of the Black-Tie Moon Pack wants to see him. And make sure to let him know that I don't intend to leave unless I meet him.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

The window rolled back up and he went in. I waited for a minute and beeped my horn when the gates opened.

I drove in, parked and got out of my car. My hurried feet took me forward to the house and not even a guard stopped me. They stepped aside as I got in and climbed the stairs, my heels and jeans parts following my stride.

I went to the top floor, by the open mini bar and spotted him reading a magazine seated in a cushion.

I strolled towards him and pulled the magazine down. “Give me one good reason you have been rejecting my calls.”

He looked up at me. His grey eyes were cold and emotionless. I watched his jaw move then he spoke. “I didn't want to pick. Is that a crime?”

Shit. He had me. “Yes!” I answered.

He sat up, relaxed into his seat and folded his hand. “Really? I don't remember ignoring some child's calls becoming a crime.”

“What is wrong with you? Why are you treating me like a stranger?”

He ran his fingers on his wavy gold hair and watched me with a stern look. “Are you not?”

“I'm not a stranger, Gray.”

“What do you want?” He asked, his deep voice sending sparks to my body. “I'm busy.”

“Can you talk to me like a normal person?” I begged. My voice turned angry, threatening to break into a fit of tears.

“I am talking to you like a person.”

“No, you're not.”

“Everly, say what you want and get out.”

That was it. I walked closer to him and smacked him hard on the face.

He was up on his feet before I could breathe another word and pinned me to the wall.

I closed my eyes, terrified, expecting the worst when nothing came.

My eyes opened and I saw him move away from me. He pointed a finger to me. “Don't you ever hit me again.”

“I'm sorry,” I said.

“Enough, leave.”

“But…” I argued.

“I said leave!” His voice thundered. He had used the Alpha tone on me.

But I didn't move. I wasn't going anywhere.

“I have had it! Screw you to hell. I'm going nowhere!” I spat.

“Everly,” he called.

“Nope. Don't you dare. I was happy to meet a friend I hadn't seen in three years and he's treating me like shit.”

His voice was calmer. “I'm not your friend. I'm your father's…”

I cut him off. “What's the difference? Why are you running away from me?”

His eyes watched me then he breathed out, rubbing his hand on his face. “Go home, Everly. I'm done talking.”

I didn't like the answer and I refused it. I strolled towards him just before he sat down and held his face.

My heart skipped and I felt it. The same strange sensation I got at the gala.

Then my wolf, Lila, whispered. “Lord Alpha. Our mate.”

It finally made sense. The attraction I had always had for him. And if I felt it, then it meant that he…

Was that why he was avoiding me? Hell no. He's not getting off that easily.

His hands touched mine and he started to pull it down when I leaned in and kissed him.

He didn't resist, his lips saying responding hungrily as I deepened the kiss. I gasped, feeling his hand on my waist. It held tighter, pulling me close and wrapped me in. His lips grew hungrier, tasting every bit of me.

His lips went down my neck, kissing the soft spot and a soft moan escaped my lips. My legs became weak, my s*x twitching with every breath I shared with him.

“Gray,” I moaned, my hand wrapping around his neck.

His kiss went lower, tugging at my collar bone. His other hand pulled the collar of my shirt down, exposing the floral design of my purple bra.

His hand slid under my shirt, caressing my breast and…

He stopped and pulled back, panting like he had run a marathon. “No, I can't.”

“You feel it don't you?” I asked. “The bond?”

“This is so wrong.”

“I don't care,” I said.

“I do!” He retorted.

I flinched, then let my anger rise. “I am nineteen. What are you scared of? I am your mate!”

He kept quiet, and walked back but I wasn't letting him slip off my fingers like that.

I took a step forward but he yelled, pushing his hand up in my face. “Stop right there!”