My son's new daddy is the Alpha Beast

11. Cult

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AVA’S POV

Maybe I was a little prejudiced, but I had certainly not anticipated such a luxurious building for a company in a town. Standing at four storeys, it was the kind of building you’d find in Vegas or Miami perhaps, and definitely way better than my former workplace. When I received the email that I had been accepted during dinner, I was shocked. There was no call for interview. Just a three-sentence email congratulating me on getting accepted and asking me to arrive at the company today a quarter to eight.

So here I was, ten minutes earlier than the scheduled time. I scanned the waiting area on the fourth floor, mesmerized by the golden accentuations on almost every single thing in there, the posh marble floor stretching as far as my eyesight could see and not to mention how it all spelt luxury. Even if I were to save my entire annual salary working as a secretary for Pearson in New York, I could not afford a quarter of everything in this room. Kyle had not called me since I left New York and a huge part of me not only missed him but it was becoming more evident that what I felt for him was more than just a tiny crush.

I liked him-probably a little too much. Pretty corny, right? The single mother, who barely had any s*x life and was hoping to actually work things out with her baby’s father, had actually liked her gay best friend. Who even falls for a gay man? And why the hell did he have to look that hot?

Fucked up, right?

“He’ll see you now, “A deep voice grabbed my attention. I flickered my gaze towards the tall buff man with a rather sinister look and a cut mark running across his right cheek.

I nodded and he pointed at a door on the left with the name Mr. Clayton was written in bold letters outside it. With each step I took closer to the door, the more the anxiety levels kicked higher. The question that was mostly running through my mind was who exactly my boss was. What if he was some creepy old p*****t? Or another Xanax-addicted Mr. Pearson? Right now, I could have used some of the Kyle last minute, very blatant lecture on self-confidence. Taking a deep breath, I smoothed my palms against the material of my dark blue jumpsuit before knocking lightly on the door. A gruff yet somewhat familiar voice ordered me to walk in and I pushed the door open slowly.

I felt all the energy drain from my body when my gaze zeroed on the man sitting in front of me, his gaze trained on a bunch of papers. But then suddenly, he stopped, muscles so tensed you could see the veins on his arms before slowly raising his gaze to meet mine.

There it was again. The flash of green I thought I’d seen before. Wait, was I imagining things now?

“I told you I’m not paying for your damn phone, lady,” his voice was strained, almost as thought he was fighting something internally. Perhaps the urge to strangle me?

“I believe I’m your secretary,” The words felt foreign on my lips. Shock riddled my nerves, my brain refusing to accept the reality sprawled in front me. This guy, the man who literally threatened me when he was the one o the wrong, was my new boss? I’d pick Pearson over him any day.

“What?” He questioned after a few seconds.

“Mr. Tristan Clayton, right?” A part of me hoped he’d deny it, say I’m in the wrong office.

“You are the woman Josh talked to me about,” he stood up suddenly, “I changed my mind. Tell Josh, I can’t hire you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I snapped as he walked over to me and damn me, but whatever cologne he wore, made me want to bury my nose and sniffed him, “Is this about my phone? If it's about that, then we can forget about it and-“

“This isn’t about your damn phone! Its about you and craving running through my veins this very minute!” he snapped, and this time I was very much certain his eyes had changed color.

“Y-Your eyes,” I stuttered. How the hell was that even possible? I had known there was something strange about the air in this town, but eyes glowing green? Had I walked into a cult-ridden town?

My breath grew short and fast, every nerve of my body tensed. His eyes were glaring luminous green, his lips moving, but I could barely hear anything. The blood rush in my brain was making it hard to think, my limbs refusing to move. I barely heard the door open until Josh suddenly stood between me and Tristan, screaming no at him. That shook me out of my reverie, right on time to hear Josh shouting.

“What the hell Tristan? Are you out of your freaking mind? She doesn’t know and I told you that,”

“Know what? T-That you are all part of some sick cult?” My lower lips trembled as I stepped back, my brain screaming for me to run out of this building, pick my son and leaving this town for good.

“Ava? Stop! Where are you going?” Josh ran after me.

My trembling fingers reached for my new, temporary phone, with the intention of calling Palmer.

“Anywhere that’s not here. I d-don’t know what the hell is going on here but I don’t want to be part of it!” I went through my contact list, finally making it to Palmer’s name and at just that moment the phone chose to freeze, “Are you seriously kidding me?”

“We are not a cult, okay?” he snapped, “I’m part of a different world and so are you now. Our son is,”

“D-Don’t come any closer to me,” I said, racing to the elevator not caring I was in some four-inch heels. I needed to get out of here fast and my trembling hands were not doing me any favors.