Teach Me How to Please, Alpha

(9) ENJOYS GIVING LESSONS

Isla

“And I thought I was the only one throwing myself a pity party at the beach tonight,” a familiar voice said.

I’d ran for a long time until I was panting, out of breath and incapable of thinking when I noticed that I was at the grassy bank of the beach and the party was now far behind me.

I dropped into the patch of overgrown grass, lying flat and facing the sky, staring at the stars. It was so beautiful, my ugly insides felt betrayed.

That was when I heard her. It was dark so even with the aid of the brightly lit sky, it took me a while to make out her silhouette.

She was on the grass too, but she was sitting cross legged and facing the ocean, a cigar hanging between her fingers. It glowed briefly then flickered.

“I’ve always loved watching the ocean. Its vastness always makes me feel weightless, insignificant… It was here before I was born, it’d be here when I’m gone. It’s eternal,” She tilted her head to the side, “That always makes my problems feel minuscule. But tonight it doesn’t have the same calming effect. I want to run right to the shore and growl back at it.” Laughter spilled from her lips. “Goddess, I’m a mess.”

I closed my eyes. “You want to talk about it?”

“Will that help?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said, patting the grass beside me.

I opened my eyes at the whiff of her peachy scent and nicotine. She was now beside me, sitting.

I waited but she remained quiet so I watched her.

She had on wide leg pants and a fitted tee, her face was free of makeup and I could see the smattering of freckles on her nose. It made her look young. Reminded me that a year ago she was my age.

She threw her cigar and crushed it with her sneakers, before looking up to meet my eyes. I wondered what she saw, but she satisfied my curiosity seconds later when she blurted out:

“Is that Ryder’s hoodie?”

There was a beat of silence and all I could think of was the sneer in his face when he had called me a coward.

“My boyfriend broke up with me,” I said instead. “I mean he calls it a break, but he is cheating on me and he thinks she is his mate too so,” I shrugged. “We’re done, I guess.”

“Want to talk about it?” She asked and so I did.

Told her about my history with Jason, the fact that we had planned to imprint on each other when I turned twenty next month. I also told her about finding out that she was not in fact his mate and it was a con. Yet, I couldn’t talk about Ryder.

How could I talk about something I didn’t understand myself. One minute he was making me smile while serving dinner and the next, I could barely contain how much he made me hate myself.

“This is where I say good riddance and tell you that he doesn’t deserve you,” Amy said, “But you don’t want to be rid of him, do you?”

“No,” I whispered, then took a deep breath. “Does that make you disappointed in me?”

She lies down next to me. “Disappointed that you’re acting like a teenager who is sure that her first love would be her only love?” She laughed. “You’re acting your age, Isla.”

My voice was soft and sad when I added, “I hate the way it makes me feel.”

“Like s**t,’ she agreed. “But at least now you know how he was stolen, you can easily get the fickle cheat back.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“Your boyfriend.” She clarified. “You might have to toss the oversized sweaters and maxi skirts though. Throw in a mini pleated skirt, pop a button or two of your shirt,” her eyes zeroed in on my chest. “I think one might do the trick.”

Even though I was sure that I was still wearing Ryder’s hoodie, I looked down just in case.

“Relax, Isla, your double d t**s are not showing,” she teased. “But they should if you want to get your man back.”

I peeked at her before closing my eyes and since I’ve already spilled my gut to her, what was one more secret? “Well, I can’t.”

“Of course you—” she paused and I realized when it dawned on her. “Oh, Isla.” I hated the way she sounded. “If you haven’t done it until now, I don’t think you should give it up just to prove a point.

“I only kept it for him.” I replied. “He wanted to wait.”

“I can make her break up with him you know… or him, her. I can be quite persuasive with a brass knuckle duster.”

A corner of my lips lifted. Ryder and his friends were birds that had the same feather.

She nodded slowly, “Now that I’ve said it aloud, I can hear that it is a terrible idea since you love him after all.”

“Yeah,” I said slowly, then grimaced and kept quiet.

“I wish I could give you pointers. But, I’m hopeless at things like that,” she said. “Wonder how Ryder finds it enjoyable.”

I frowned, wondering why she was mentioning him. “Finds what enjoyable?”

“Oh, teaching women how to act in his bed,” she rolled her eyes. “I guess it is a s****l kink. Most of the girls he had been with in the academy would not shut up about it. Hopefully, we end up in different colleges and I could finally be free from hearing about Ryder’s sex...”

But I was no longer hearing her anymore as my head had snagged at her words or rather some of her words and won’t let go.

…teaching women how to act in his bed.

Teach…

I needed to seduce my boyfriend, but with zero experience and little or no idea on how to go about it, I needed a little nudge from someone who knew what they were doing if the cries that woke me up every morning could be deemed testimonials.

And even better? He enjoys giving lessons.