My Young Alpha

A sweet morning

The next morning, I woke up to find Zayan’s spot empty. “Did he leave so early? Why didn't he wake me up?” I thought.

Just then, the door which led to the bathroom opened and he came out drenched. His wet curly brown hair weighed down each strand, wrapped in a clean towel and ruffling his hair.

"You awake?" He asked as he walked toward me.

"Uh-huh." I replied getting off the bed. "Are you leaving already?" I continued, a bit concerned yet sad.

"Yes, I have to go back to the hospital to say my goodbye to Mr Garza and his daughter," he softly responded while dressing up. Immediately, the towel wrapped on his waist loosen and fell on the floor causing me to yell.

"HEY! You can't dress here. Go back to the bathroom," I yelled on top of my lungs. Thankfully, he wore a pair of boxers.

"What? You've already seen this". He chuckled.

"Just get the hell out," I was flushed.

He scoffed as he made his way back to change in the bathroom. I quickly made my way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for us. I made the usual English breakfast that Jayde taught me when Zayan also came into the kitchen.

"Breakfast?" He asked as he tried to hug me from behind luckily I turned leaving his hands mid air.

"Let's eat." I said while placing the dishes on the table.

"Juice or coffee," he asked looking very closely at me. I hate coffee but I wouldn't dare say that knowing how British people are with their coffees.

"Juice please, " I answered. He took an apple juice from the fridge and served me a glass and did same for himself. Seeing him serve himself a glass of juice I was inquisitive as to why he didn't prefer the coffee.

"I thought you would prefer having coffee. I mean... it is cold and you need a bit of warmness", I shyly said fidgeting.

"What Syd wants, Syd gets." He said so casually making me splurt out the juice I had already filled my mouth with.

"Oh my, I am so sorry," I quickly apologised. He grabbed a tissue and gently wiped himself without saying a word.

"You have to change ~ again. I said moving away from my seat. Do you have to call your...what's his name again? I turned to ask him.

"Dave." He answered.

"Yeah, Dave. Do you have to call him for a new set of clothes? I realised the clothes you were wearing were definitely not mine," I laughed at my own clothes. (It's because I can't afford them even if I were to stop buying Starbucks every time).

The door bell ring which got me frightened; I was not able to hear his response by then. I tried to make my way towards the door but he stopped me and pushed me toward the bathroom.

"I'll get that," he muttered already at the door.

"So cute," I thought.

...............................

I came out and found him sitting pleasantly on the couch in new clothes; eyes fixated on his phone. As I walked quietly behind him, my eyes brightly shone as I saw three big shopping bags casually sitting on the table like the princes they are. My eyes slowly darted to Zayan scanning him from top to bottom looking splendid in his black classic fit suit with a black Radlett polished leather shoes.

"Wow, this guy is so dashing." I thought. I grabbed my old converse from the shoe rack to complement my outfit and my bag from the study desk.

"I'm ready," I said wearing my most expensive perfume, Creed Aventus. He turned to look at me and smiled. He got up from his seat and walked toward the door leaving those goddamn shopping bags and as I walked towards them, my jaw dropped and my eyes widened. These were super famous men's brand....Polo, Burberry and Reiss. Wowww!!!!

"Zayan?" I called out to him while pointing at the shopping bags.

"They are yours," he smoothly said and left leaving me staying there ~ dumbfounded.

"Huh!" I subconsciously blurted out. "What? Who the hell does this for someone they just met? Did I hit a jackpot or something? WTF!!! I could not believe it. In this present economy?

I followed after him and we took the stairs to the main entrance of my building where I saw Dave, who had already ignited the car for departure.

"Get in, " Zayan ordered as he made his way to sit.

I seriously had no time to argue and gracefully sat down in the car as Zayan instructed since we were going toward the same direction. It was a quiet ride although Dave and the driver, whom I've seen before, stole glances at us. I decided to focus on the person sitting beside me but then again, he had his eyes on his phone, head down.

I never got the chance to ask him who he really was and why he was here in Oxford. So I gave it a shot.

"Zayan." I said so calmly but he pretended not to hear. "Zayan, I called out again but no response.

"My.....my.....da.... all eyes were on me as I was trying to form the words in my mouth. I went against my own gesture and sat quietly in the car.

I got fed up of the deep silence in the car and Zayan not paying me any attention. I went for it again ~ I must get a response from him this time. I took a very deep breath and uttered this words.

"My darling Zayan," I said feeling very stupid and embarrassed. I could feel the stares on me ~ so strong.

"Yes, baby," He replied with a big smile. I rolled my eyes at him for ignoring me previously but answering to this kind of appellation.

"What do you do? What kind of job do you do? I repeated. Again, he did not give a definite answer instead he said:

"Very soon. You'll find out when you come to London," he glanced at me.

His hazel eyes which I became mesmerized in, staring down at me was filled with so much love that I didn't care whether or not he told me about his occupation cause I believed him and that he wouldn't lie to me. I did not realise when he came close to me our lips begging for each other but I needed to control myself ~ no, we needed to control ourselves especially having other people around us.

Before our lips could touch, I covered his mouth with my hand which he ended up kissing fluttering my heart. We deeply looked into each other's eyes as if our eyes could communicate whatever the other was feeling. He slowly nodded allowing me to release my hand. He planted a kiss on my cheek in a smooth manner my heart thumping behind my chest and its sound I could hear in my ears; my cheeks became so hot from blushing that I thought it would explode.

"Are you blushing?" He said with a smirk written on his face.

"No, I'm not!" I said, holding my cheeks so tightly.

Those eyes again ~ Dave and the driver, continued to stare at us with a cute smile on their faces while secretly hiding it from their boss.

We arrived at the hospital and I leisurely got out of the car only to see Jayde and Alex right in front of me with a questioning look. At this moment, all I wanted to do was to let the ground swallow me and save me from my friends rather than to answer their tons of questions and their dead stares.