The Wrong Number

I woke up in Alfa's arms. We had fallen asleep while watching Naruto, and now, his eyes were already on me before I even opened mine.

"Staring is rude," I muttered.

"If staring at you is a crime, I don't mind being the most wanted." He smiled, and I nudged him slightly in the stomach.

We were so tired yesterday that we slept in our clothes. Now, I wondered what I was going to wear today—and when we were going back.

"So, what would you like for breakfast?" he asked.

"I can make the fried rice that was so difficult for you."

"I just got pepper in my eyes," he denied, and I scoffed.

"Keep telling yourself that." I tried to get up, but he held me down.

"Let's stay like this a moment longer." He cuddled me tighter, and I wasn't complaining.

After a while, he decided to carry me to the kitchen. I couldn't believe how much of a kid he acted like sometimes.

"I can barely feel your breasts against my back. They're small," he teased.

I gasped. "Pervert!"

"I wonder how small they'll feel in my big palm. Can I really gobble them up?"

I tried choking him while still on his back. "Baka! Put me down!" I yelled, though I wasn't really trying to get down.

"I never knew you were into BDSM." He laughed. "Don't worry, I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Baka," I muttered with a silent smile.

"We're here, so you can get down now."

"As punishment, I won't get down. I'll be your guide while you cook."

He chuckled. "Anything for you, Bunny."

I thought he would refuse, but he didn't.

"Won't you get tired?" I asked.

"You weigh even less than a feather, so no, I won't get tired. Tell me what to do."

I directed him through everything, and he did splendidly. Truly, he understood things faster than a normal person.

After cooking, we decided to freshen up before eating. He led me to a very fancy room.

"This is your room—or would you prefer to share mine?"

I shut the door in his face. I heard him laughing.

Looking around, the room was huge—big enough to be a full apartment. On the bed, a white gown and matching white underwear were neatly placed. A note rested on top.

Wear it after bathing.

It was from Alfa. I smiled. He had everything planned.

Rushing to the bathroom, I was in awe. I had only seen such luxury in movies. It was so comfortable that I could sleep in it.

He had even prepared my toiletries. I picked up the soap and smiled, remembering how I once told him the brand I used. He had remembered.

I took my time, soaking in the bathtub for the first time in my life. I enjoyed every bit of it.

"I got the right size, it seems," Alfa remarked as I came downstairs.

I was surprised—even the underwear was a perfect fit.

"You freshened up well," he said. He was dressed in a white shirt and white trousers, looking effortlessly elegant.

Our meal was already served, and luckily, I didn't get lost finding my way to the dining room. The table wasn't so long that we had to shout to talk to each other.

"Let's be civilized for once and eat like high-ranking citizens," he teased.

I smiled. "We'll try."

We started eating. It was delicious. He had done everything himself—while carrying me on his back. How cruel of me.

"You did good," I praised.

He chuckled. "I'm just a natural."

I smiled as I picked at my food. "So, I saw a portrait of you with your parents. I thought your mom died during childbirth?"

He glanced at me before replying. "Yes, the portrait is fake. I had an artist create it so we could be a family—even if only in art."

I looked at him with pity, but there was no longer sadness in his eyes.

"Easy on the meat, Bunny," he teased, watching me attack my chicken.

I had no idea why I hardly hid anything from him.

After dessert, we washed the dishes together, which was oddly special to me. Later, we decided to take a walk around the compound. It was huge. He must spend a lot to maintain the house and grounds.

"How long do you plan to keep me, Mister Kidnapper?" I teased.

"Kidnapper? Wow. Well, I wouldn't be a kidnapper if I told you." He smirked and began stepping closer. His intense gaze was impossible to hold.

"Why are you creeping toward me like a predator?" I asked, stepping back each time he advanced.

"Because I am a predator—and you're my favorite kind of prey. Besides, everything about you invites me in."

I opened my mouth to respond but lost my footing and fell—straight into the pool.

"Where did this pool come from?!" I gasped, swimming back up.

"It's always been there." He laughed before stepping in to join me.

"Look, I got you all wet, Bunny." His voice was deeper now—smoother, sexier.

We drifted closer, and goosebumps spread across my skin the moment his fingers touched me.

"Ah..." I moaned softly.

"I don't know what good thing I did for God to send you my way." He kissed my neck, making my eyes flutter closed. His nails grazed my thighs, sending tremors through my body.

"I've had dirty thoughts about you since the moment I saw you," he whispered, nibbling my ear.

"You're killing me," I managed to say. It was the only thing I could utter before he sealed my lips with a kiss.

His hands played dangerously near my underwear, igniting a fire inside me. The cold water, his warmth, his touch—it was all too much.

"We're outside," I whispered, the last string of my restraint holding on.

"No one will come here. Don't worry," he murmured against my lips, kissing me again.

Alfa was going to be the end of me.

He slowly removed my gown, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I felt no shame—only an aching need for him.

He stripped off his shirt, and for a moment, I admired his physique.

"Like what you see?" he smirked.

"Shut up." I pulled him into another kiss, this time more ferociously.

He unhooked my bra, squeezing my breast gently, sending another shiver down my spine. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him move—was he carrying me, or was I floating from the ecstasy?

He carried me out of the pool, and I had no idea which room we entered.

We were too far gone to care. The only thing on our minds was each other.

Alfa was showing me a side of myself I never knew existed.