The alpha’s plaything

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

SHANTEL’S POV

He was gone. The tall, dark-haired hero was gone. The rays of the sun piercing through the curtains alerted me that it was midday. I was late for work.

I ran around the room looking for my belongings when I found a note.

“Everyone deserves to be punished for their mistakes, but with this, I forgive you, signed R.”

I re-read the irritating note and let out a scoff.

I had just given my body to an asshole, and the worst part of it was that I did not regret it.

Flashbacks from the night before made me tense. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach, and the soreness I felt reminded me of how much of a good time I had. But I could not surpass the thought of how I was treated like a call girl.

I searched the walk-in closet and found my outfit hung there. It looked like it was taken to the dry cleaners. Soon after taking my bath, the doorbell rang.

Surprisingly, Mr. Asshole had ordered me breakfast. Unfortunately, it was lunchtime. Besides this breakfast, I had a lot on my plate. I had just been queried at work last night because of him, and today I’m late because of him.

I asked if I could have it packed to go while I rushed to the lobby. I checked out of the hotel and headed to the bistro.

“Good morning, sir, I had an accident,” I said to myself.

“No, what if I have an actual accident,” I said, disagreeing with my first lie.

“Okay, I had a family emergency,” I said to myself.

“But what if he asked why I couldn’t leave a message,” I sighed in defeat, coming to the conclusion that I would just have to come clean.

“Good morning, sir, I’m so sorry I’m late. The thing is that…” I was cut short by the manager.

“Miss Shantel, I did not expect to see you here. Mr. Rio dropped by and requested we give you an off since you helped him out with a big job last night. He claims you were worth it from such a good job.”

His words sent lightning bolts down my spine. I got flashbacks that made me uncomfortable. Flashbacks that made me want to do things I never envisioned doing to myself.

“Oh yes, but I just decided to stop by and see if you needed my help with anything,” I said with a sheepish smile.

“Oh no, he would be furious if he saw you working. He doesn’t like to be disobeyed,” he said.

“So run along, see you Monday, enjoy your weekend,” my manager replied.

Everything was happening so fast; I stood there dumbfounded. How could one man have so much power? He had the power to control everything. First, it was my body, then my job, and now my heart.

I went home to take my day off. Going home was the last thing I wanted to do. I hated that I inconvenienced my sister's family. I couldn’t wait to get my own place.

Walking down the alley made me think back to the whole events that played out yesterday. At some point, I was scared if Mr. Briggs would show up again. Fear consumed me as I doubled my pace.

As usual, I got to my sister's apartment with her husband who hated my guts and was irritated by the fact I existed.

“Hey, I’m home,” I said walking into the living room. My sister sat there feeding Max.

“2 more hours and I was about to call the cops,” Kate said.

“Well, you could have tried texting first,” I said to her.

“Where were you?” Kate asked me. I froze. I was not good at lying, and when I did lie, it would only take a few minutes of logic to figure it out, but I still lied.

“I fell asleep in the locker room at work, I got into trouble, so I got extra hours, was so tired I slept off,” I said, taking a huge gulp of orange juice to surpass the part where I slept with a really hot stranger that rescued me from a pervert. Mind you, he also got me drunk and put me in that position.

“So then why are you back so early?” Kate asked, looking back at me. “Doesn’t work close by 6 pm anymore?” Kate added with one brow raised.

“Well…hmmm… I don’t know, maybe it’s because…. Because my boss felt sorry for me and decided to give me the weekend off to refresh myself and think about my actions. Yes, that’s why,” I said to her in a rush.

I hurriedly began to leave the kitchen to my room before any more questions followed.

I bumped into Denver.

“Sorry, good day,” I said, terrified. I prayed so hard to avoid his path. We aren’t what you’d call the perfect pair.

“I thought you had finally left,” he said with disgust in his voice.

“Not yet, but I promise soon,” I said to him.

“If I were you I wouldn’t make promises I wouldn’t keep,” he said, brushing his shoulders against mine.

I stomped to my room in rage. I wanted to get rid of the anger I felt. A bath would be nice. I undressed and stepped in front of my mirror.

I hadn’t really noticed my body since last night. My mind wasn’t settled.

I had bruises. Bruises I liked. And I wanted more. I craved for more so bad. I wanted his hands, every inch of his body imprinted on my skin. But then what if he wasn’t thinking of me this way?

I traced my fingertips around the marks, and they felt good. Over my areola felt like he was right in the room with me. I let out a moan in response to how good it felt. I loved that I was fantasizing about him. It made my v****a tingle.

I walked into the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror once more, looking at my naked body envisioning what havoc he would have caused me if I was with him, right now, or better still where he would have tortured me. He irritated me for making me feel like a call girl, but he cherished me. He gave me what I had never tasted, and now what I crave.

I traced my hands around the dark marks on my neck. The hickeys he gave me were beautiful.

I grabbed my vibrator from the cabinet and ran the bath. An orgasm would really ease up my tension.

Masturbating helped me get my mind off stress, and thinking of him stressed me. I was confused. I did not like what he did to me, but I enjoyed every bit of it.

I rubbed my c******s as hard as I envisioned him doing whilst rubbing my n*****s. I placed my hand in my mouth to taste myself; I still tasted him. This brought a sudden rush of wetness to my v****a. I slipped in one of my fingers; I was warm. I went in and out, up and down till I reached just deep enough slipping in one finger after the other till I was full. Three seemed to do it.

Circling my v****a walls, playing with my c**t, I could feel myself about to c*m but I wasn’t ready.

It was marvelous. I felt sparks down my spine. I felt my tensions getting eased up.

It felt like he was right there. I moaned and moaned as loud as the pleasure took me.

I wished he was here. I bit onto my lips as I felt the rush of blood gushing to my brain.

This was it. I was about to c*m. I grabbed onto the island with my last strength, all of it.

Weak from orgasm, I collapsed on the floor. It was exactly as I fantasized. Struggling to catch my breath from what had just happened.

I hopped in the bath and relaxed my body. I was weak but it wasn’t him. I still wanted him. I wanted to taste his lips on mine. I wanted to feel his warm body on mine.

I wanted his hardness pressed against me. I wanted his soft touch and his hard glare every time I moaned loudly. His commanding voice, his choking presence. I wanted all of that.

I needed to see him again. I needed to find him.

I wanted to feel like how he made me feel.

I leaned across the toilet island and used my vibrator