The Alpha's Weakness

THREE

LOTTIE’S POV

My whole body felt sore; I could feel it through my sleep. The soft sheets made me so comfortable, though I didn’t want to wake up. Wake up, Lottie. WAKE UP! My eyes shut open, Christopher sat on the side of the bed with his bare back facing me. I felt a surge of headache and body pain shoot through my body. I should have thought of the hangover before I had all those drinks.

“Good morning, Lottie.” He turned to the side and crawled towards me on the bed. I couldn't help but giggle. In a second, he was right on top of me, kissing and trailing my neck with kisses.

“Hmm, you smell so good.” Christopher looked up to me, and I could just melt in that instant. I couldn’t help but smile and blush in embarrassment at the same time.

“How do you feel?” He looked back at my face. “A little sore. What time is it?” I asked, remembering that I actually slept off.

“Do you want some coffee? You must be having a hangover from all that drinking last night.”

“Ugh, how could I sleep off?” I gestured to get up, and Christopher got off me with a little smile on his face. “3 AM.” I read out loud and looked over to Christopher, who had already stood up and poured himself a drink.

“Well, you might want to blame that on me.” There was a clear smirk on his face. He was obviously feeling proud of himself. I looked around me for my clothes that were nowhere to be found.

“No need to rush, Lott, I'll have my drivers give you a ride back home.” He sat on his chair, clearly enjoying the sight of me panicking.

“Really, thank you.” I wrapped the sheets around myself and walked across the room to grab my clothes.

“You see, I’d love to stay, really, but I have work this morning, the first day, actually,” I said breathlessly, trying to put on my clothes without removing the blanket wrapped around me.

“Lottie, you can lose the act now. I’ve seen all that there is.” He sat right across from me with no shirt and just pants with a drink in his hand and his golden eyes glaring at me. I could disappear at that moment.

“Umm, I'm good… alright, this way.” I finished putting on my last piece, and Christopher did not take his eyes off me, not even for a second.

I turned back to pick up my purse, and somehow he was right behind me, his hand on my waist in an instant and his soft lips on my neck, tracing it with kisses.

“When are we going to see each other again?” He said with such a deep voice that I could take off my clothes again.

“Umm I'm not su..” He interrupted me.

“Don’t worry, I have a feeling that it’s going to be very soon.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by this. He turned me around to face him.

“Just step out, and my driver will meet you out front.” He held my chin and leaned in like he was about to kiss me.

“See you very soon, Lottie.” He sounded like he said that with a smile on his face.

“Goodbye, Christopher,” I said with the shred of dignity I had left. I walked out the door, and he didn’t say anything.

I got outside, and the driver was waiting for me. It made me wonder who Christopher really was. But I couldn’t be more glad about how the night turned out, even if I did something that I wouldn’t have imagined myself doing 20 hours ago. A one-night stand. Lottie Shirely had a one-night stand with a total stranger whom I met in a bar right after getting cheated on. I must be going insane.

“We are here, ma’am.” The driver said that I didn’t even realise that we had reached my apartment.

“Oh, yes, thank you, please extend my appreciation to Mr. Christopher.” I got out of the car.

“Mr. Knightly will hear of it.” The driver responded right after I stepped out, and he drove off. Hmm, Knightly, I thought to myself, walking upstairs, maybe I might have heard wrong.

9:00 AM

I stepped into the glass-like building and stared to my right, where a mirror was placed. I wore a white cooperative shirt with a short, tight black skirt and black net high socks. I packed my blonde hair into a high ponytail, put on minimal makeup, and a red lip gloss. I spotted someone who looked very familiar. I had seen him during my interview.

“Miss Shirley, I’m glad to see you here.” Well, it seemed like he noticed me first.

“Thank you. Umm…” I totally forgot his name.

“Lucas.” He said with a smile.

“Sorry, Lucas.” Well, I’m glad he didn’t take any offence at it.

“So I was supposed to take you to your desk where you will begin your work, but I received word this morning that you are to be reassigned,” Lucas said, and I couldn’t help but be as confused as ever.

“Oh, okay, what will be my work now?” I asked to clear my confusion. He took a long look at the ipad that he held.

“You are now Mr. Knightly’s Secretary.” “Hmm, unlucky you,” Lucas added.

“Oh, who made this transfer?” I asked

“Hmm, Mr. Kingsley himself.” Why on earth will Mr Knightly make me his secretary? Why does he even have any interest in me?

“Thanks, Lucas. I would appreciate it if you could lead me there.”

“That will be the last floor, I can’t take you up there, you see Mr. Knightly doesn't allow anyone to the last floor without his permission, and he said that you should be sent up there the moment you clock in.” Fear washed over me.

“Okay then, thank you,” I said, trying to hide the shake in my voice.

I took the elevator to the last floor, and it opened up. I noticed how much quieter and less busy it was than the other floors. I stepped onto the floor and saw a desk that was right outside an office, and I assumed it was mine. I walked over to it, and a nerve of familiarity washed over me, one that I couldn’t explain. I turned on the computer and his schedule popped up on the screen, and I got to work. The telecom went on, and then he spoke.

“Lottie, get in here.” My heart dropped. His voice sounded familiar, too familiar. I got up and straightened my dress.

I opened the door and stepped in. His chair was turned backwards, so I couldn’t see his face.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“Introduce yourself properly.” Was it him? No, it can’t be! That is not just possible.

“My name is Lottie Shirley I…”

“How old are you?” He interrupted me.

“I’m 23 years…” He interrupted me again.

“How often do you go to the club?” He turned his chair around, and my heart dropped. It was him, Christopher. The man I had met at the bar and had a one-night stand with was Mr. Knightly. My boss.

“Huh.” That was the only thing I could get out. He got up from the chair that he sat on and walked in front of his desk, leaned on it, and crossed his arms, and I got flashbacks from last night. He was dressed in a black shirt with two buttons left open and a black suit. He stood about 6 '3 tall, towering over me.

“You look even more beautiful than last night.” I looked away, I couldn’t dare to look at him in the face, embarrassment had me in a chokehold. “Come a little closer, let me take a good look at you.” I stood still.

“Lottie, come closer to me, don’t make me repeat myself.” His voice was deep, intense, and commanding. I took a few steps towards him.

“Keep walking, don't stop until I tell you to.” I took a few more steps until I was inches away from him.

“Stop, look at me, Lottie.” I looked up to him and met his eyes

“I bet you weren’t expecting this, but no need to be so awkward about it. I tend to keep my personal life away from my work.” His eyes, which were too busy scanning me, were saying otherwise.

“Although Lottie, after last night, that rule might have to change a little bit.” My heart was beating so fast it must’ve stopped at some point, I’m sure of it.

“I mean, with a girl as pretty as you sitting right outside my office all day, you don’t expect me to have full control over myself, do you, Lottie?”

“Well, we have a lot of time to figure that out. You can step back out. I’ll call you in when I need you.” Those last words echoed to me as I stepped out without saying a word. I couldn’t even say a word, even if I tried to. I was breathing heavily as I returned to my desk just right outside the office. I wasn’t afraid that he'd force me into doing something that I don’t want to, but I was afraid because I wanted him to touch me again, to slide into me, and to ride him nonstop. I was afraid because I wanted to have s*x with Christopher again. I don’t even care if it was going to be on his office table, chair, or floor. I just wanted him… badly.