Pimped Out to My Husband's Alpha Boss

Chapter 5 Doesn't That Turn Your Stomach?

"Are you absolutely certain about this decision?" Alpha Damien's cold stare raked over me, his voice devoid of emotion.

Before I could form a response, Catherine brushed past me toward his car. Glancing disdainfully at my feet, she muttered through gritted teeth, "If you have complaints, save them for later. Making a public scene like this is deeply embarrassing for Alpha Damien."

"That isn’t what I meant," I whispered, the words dying in my throat. "I simply don't wish to..."

I bit my lip, the unspoken question hanging between us.

Had his interest in me faded so quickly? Men were so quick to lose interest.

"You say one thing but do another. Stop these theatrical displays to force his hand." Catherine seized her opportunity, trying to drive the wedge deeper between us.

"I..." I began, but the protest died on my lips.

I was just a pawn in their game. And yet somehow, her warped reasoning had successfully framed me as the troublemaker disrupting everything.

Flustered, I caught the sneer twisting her lips.

From the moment she saw me with Alpha Damien, she despised me, plotting to get me away from Damien's side. Now triumph glittered in her gaze.

We were both women. Didn't she have any empathy? Why was she so determined to make me suffer?

The truth hit me. How stupid I had been, trying to prove we weren't different. She gave herself willingly, while I was just his unwilling trophy. We were not the same at all.

"I'm sure," I said flatly, my voice empty.

All I wanted was escape.

As I turned to leave, his next words tore away my last pretense of resistance.

"What about your family?" Alpha Damien's voice cut through me like a blade.

I froze immediately, my feet turning to stone beneath me.

Of course. Liam's promotion. The crushing weight of my family's debts.

Even Catherine noticed my hesitation.

"Hurry up now. Dr. Felix is waiting." Catherine pushed me toward the waiting car, shoving the contract into my arms.

I caught my reflection in the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows. I was decked out in designer everything, every stitch chosen by Damien, down to the lingerie beneath.

Suddenly, I understood exactly how Liam must have felt when he handed me over.

I was just a piece of meat at auction.

If it were only Liam involved, I could have walked away. But with my family's survival at stake, my pride could not bear the weight of that responsibility.

When my foot touched the step of the Bentley, I left my self-respect at the curb.

Dr. Felix's driver hurried to open the car door for me.

Before getting in, I stole one last glance at Alpha Damien.

There was no hint of compassion in his expression, just the silent, smooth roll of his window as it closed. Catherine, however, shot me a victorious smirk as she slid smugly into her seat beside him.

I had no choice but to endure this. Gritting my teeth, I ignored both Alpha Damien's cold dismissal and Catherine's naked contempt.

The moment I entered the car, Dr. Felix's heavy hand landed possessively on my thigh. My skin crawled, and I jerked away, pressing myself against the window.

"Ms. Hayes, have you ever been to the Nancaster Pack before?" He leaned closer, his fingers digging into my shoulders.

I shook my head, avoiding his gaze. "No."

"Perfect timing then. I can show you around this week." His nose brushed against my hair as he inhaled deeply, "You smell absolutely divine."

He smelled like sharp, burning motor oil.

Bile rose in my throat. I clenched my jaw, forcing it back down as my stomach twisted into knots.

My tension only made Dr. Felix smirk wider. His lips grazed my ear as he muttered something vile, words so crude they made my skin prickle. My fists clenched, my nails biting sharply into my palms.

But I couldn't react.

Dread twisted like a knife in my chest as I imagined what would come next. Tears burned behind my eyes, but I swallowed hard, refusing to let them fall.

The car soon stopped at a hotel. Each step I took beside him felt like wading through quicksand, every movement a conscious struggle. None of it was my choice.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close when a feminine voice called out.

"Felix?"

Dr. Felix froze. So did I.

Even before turning, I sensed her presence.

When I looked, his face had gone stiff. He muttered to me under his breath, urgent and low, "Say you are here to discuss Alpha Damien's contract."

I knew instantly. This was his wife, Margaret.

"Understood," I whispered back.

His arm slipped from my waist as he spun around, his face transforming into an expression of fake warmth.

"Darling!" he crooned, all smiles. “What a wonderful coincidence!”

Margaret offered a gentle smile, her fingers naturally adjusting Dr. Felix's suit collar as she spoke. “I was just shopping with Mrs. Smith and the others. Imagine bumping into you here.”

Dr. Felix immediately shifted to a professional tone. "Margaret, this is Ms. Hayes, an assistant from the Ice Moon Pack."

I extended my hand smoothly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Felix. Alpha Damien had an urgent matter come up, so he asked me to bring the contract for Dr. Felix's review. Here it is."

The document materialized from my bag as if by magic.

Dr. Felix's eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting me to produce the contract and defy the usual, unspoken protocol.

Grudgingly, he snatched the pen from my hand, scrawled his signature across the document, and practically threw it back at me.

"Ms. Hayes," he purred, "Alpha Damien has excellent taste in... talented assistants."

I secured the signed contract, "You are too kind, Dr. Felix. Though with such a graceful and composed wife supporting you, it's no wonder your business keeps thriving."

Margaret had initially dismissed me with a cursory glance. But now her appraising gaze sharpened, looking at me with new interest.

"Dr. Felix, Mrs. Felix," I said briskly, "with the contract signed, I won't intrude upon your evening any further. Goodbye."

Dr. Felix's pupils dilated with surprise; he hadn't expected this quick exit. But with his perfect picture of marital bliss watching, he had no choice but to let me go.

"Ms. Hayes," he said tightly, "please give my regards to Alpha Damien."

“Of course. Goodbye.”

My heart hammering against my ribs, I practically flew down the hotel steps, leaped into the first taxi I saw, and only allowed myself to breathe when the door slammed shut behind me.

Fumbling through my bag, I verified Felix's signature on the contract three times before bursting into relieved laughter.

The thought of Dr. Felix squirming under his wife's knowing gaze was absolutely delicious.

I wouldn’t deny it; without her perfectly timed intervention, I wouldn't have gotten away unscathed.

When I returned to my hotel and pushed open the room door, I found Alpha Damien sprawled across the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His cold gaze showed not a flicker of concern as it landed on me.

"Finished so soon?" he asked, blowing a slow, deliberate smoke ring toward the ceiling.

I slammed the door shut behind me, rage burning through my veins.

“Judging by your tone, Alpha Damien, you sound almost... disappointed.”Tossing the signed contract onto the coffee table, I added pointedly, "I have done what you demanded. Now get out. I need to wash the filth of this night off me."

He rose like a dangerous predator, closing the distance between us in two strides. His fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up to his as his lips curled in dark amusement.

"Consider me impressed. I clearly underestimated your capabilities."

Twisting away from his grasp, I stormed toward the bathroom.

Just as the door began to swing shut, he shouldered his way inside. The next instant, my feet left the ground as he hauled me onto the cold marble of the bathroom counter.

"I just came from another man's hands," I spat, my eyes red-rimmed with fury. "Doesn't that turn your stomach?"

Without a moment's hesitation, he began undoing his shirt buttons one by one. Then he cradled my face in his hands and claimed my mouth in a searing, possessive kiss.

"You never made it upstairs," he growled against my lips, "My car was watching the whole time."

His words, an admission of his surveillance, made me burn with a fresh wave of fury. I beat my fists against his chest, but he only kissed me harder, deeper, swallowing my protests.

The bathroom soon filled with steam, the shower walls fogging up from the heat and the pressure of our hands as we leaned against the glass. Even as I sobbed against his shoulder, he took me more ruthlessly, as if this punishing was the only language we shared.