If how he has been treating me was called being generous, then I was really curious as to what being not generous would look like. But I can say one thing for sure would happen, and that was, I would be dead before the crack of dawn.
My mind drifted to our moment in the living room.
Alpha Ryder towered in front of me. I had my back to the wall, I had no escape. I could do nothing but watch him intimidate me. Normally, I was not supposed to look him in the eye. I was a maid, and I was supposed to be respectful, and that was displayed by never meeting his gaze.
But it seemed lately, I would be considered disrespectful to him because that seemed like the only part of him I liked staring at, which was when I was not drawn to his lips, hair and divinely built body frame. My eyes went to all
