Marry Me for Valentine, Dear Alpha

CHAPTER FIVE: Wait a minute, I know him!

HAZEL'S POV

This was one of those moments where I wished the ground would suddenly open up, swallow me, and never spit me back out.

“Answer me, girl!” Aunt Mabel demanded from the other side of the phone.

Closing my eyes, I raised the phone to my ear as I said, “I'll call you later, Aunt May!” my voice sounded high-pitched in a false cheery tone.

Quickly, I ended the call, not allowing her to utter another word.

Great! Just how was I going to explain that?

“Tell me this is a joke.”

The sound of that annoying voice brought me back to my present problem.

Derek stood in front, glancing between us, still expecting an answer.

“Engaged? Were you cheating on me behind my back all this time?” he spat out as he took a step forward.

“All this while, you were playing slut and house-wife,” he continued, “and still, you tried to guilt-trip me?”

My brows twitched in irritation at his words.

Gosh, everything he was saying was just plain annoying.

“Guilt trip you?” I started, “Into what exactly?”

“You said it yourself,” I added, “This relationship was dead a long time ago.”

“It seems like you're not the only one that can play games,” I glanced at his sidechick, then back at him.

Derek wore a small smile, “I can't believe this. You would never, Hazel.” He shook his head.

“I'm sorry, sir, for the embarrassment. This is my ex-girlfriend, and she's just acting crazy.”

“Babe!” His side wh*re cried beside him.

“Hush, love. I'm handling this. This is work.” he shut her up without sparing her a glance.

I turned to look at the man, Derek's boss, as I pleaded with my eyes.

My heartbeat was racing as I waited in anticipation of what he was going to say.

Was he going to defend me or rat me out?

The man tilted his head to the side as he stared at Derek.

Suddenly, with the knowledge of him being a boss, he looked more imposing and dominant.

“That's weird,” he started.

Oh no! He was going to rat me out!

“I always keep my private life as it is— private. I don't recall telling you details of my life, moreover my love life.”

I stopped as I fought not to appear shocked.

Derek, on the other hand, looked like a lost drowned dog who was anything, but cute.

“From what I know…” he continued as he looked at me, “you guys haven't been together since Thanksgiving last year.”

My heart stuttered, and my throat tightened as I swallowed down at his words.

How did—

Did he know? About what happened during Thanksgiving?

About the worst experience I had?

But, how?

“Am I right?” He asked as he waited for me to answer.

No, it wasn't possible.

“Of course, honey,” I managed to get out, “You're right!”

“No way!” Derek thundered.

The mechanic’s smile widened as he released my grip on his arm.

Standing straight, his arms went around me as he drew me close, his gaze dropping to my lips as though he wanted to kiss me.

“I just can't get enough of you,” he whispered, his voice rough and low.

Then, his lips descended on mine.

My eyes closed instantly as all the hair on my body stood straight as his lips claimed mine.

His kiss was deep. It was drugging. It was intense– consuming, yet tender.

His tongue glided over mine, coaxing my lips to open up.

His grip tightened around my waist as my legs weakened beneath me, and as a gasp escaped me, my lips parted for more.

He took full advantage of the opening as he deepened his kiss, his tongue exploring and teasing me.

“Impossible!” A voice drew me back as he pulled away from me.

“This can't be true,”

I blinked as I tried to find my bearing.

What had just happened?

“Then, she's been playing you,” Derek's annoying voice broke through my trance. “I broke up with her just two days ago.”

“What?! You said you broke up six months ago!”

Derek snapped his head towards his wh*re as though he was surprised to find her there.

His mouth opened and closed as he looked at his wh*re, then back to us.

The liar had been caught in his own trap.

Oh, it was a sight to behold.

His sidepiece turned out, fuming as she stormed out of the building.

Glaring at me, he said, “I don't believe this! You better have an explanation for this, Haze!”

Derek bristled, his jaw tightening as he stomped out and ran after her.

“Hahahahaha!” I busted out in a hearty laugh.

“Oh! The look on that bastard’s face!” I exclaimed as I wiped a tear off my eyes.

“That was so fun,” I said as I turned towards the man.

Gulping, I took a step back from him as he watched me silently.

My hands went to my lips, touching it slightly.

I could still feel the tingling sensation from the kiss.

“You didn't have to go that far,” I started.

“He wouldn't have believed it,” he stated, his voice deep as he glanced at my fingers that were touching my lips.

I nodded as he continued to watch me.

“Thank you, for, you know….”

“... playing along.”

“Hmm, I don't know about that.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.

He straightened his stance as he began prowling towards me.

“You don't remember me, do you?”

“Huh? Well, I asked if we had met earlier, and you just shrugged it off!”

He watched me without saying anything.

“Well? Have we?” I pressed, determined to know where we had met.

I wouldn't have forgotten such a handsome face.

Titling his head, he answered, “First, you show me a boob. And next, you claim me as your fiancée.”

“I think we're moving a little too fast, kitten?”

“I mean, you don't even know my name,” he finished.

My jaw dropped at his words as a faint memory came back.

The handsome man with the chiseled jaw and brown hair.

The two men looked different because of their outfits and hair, but–

Was he really the handsome stranger at the restaurant restroom?

The one that had seen my–

“Oh s**t!”

“Oh s**t is right,”

My eyes widened as I realized I had cursed out loud. I could feel my face growing hotter by the second.

I opened my mouth to speak, then I closed it.

There was nothing to say.

I had embarrassed myself in front of him, not once.

Certainly not twice.

Raising my chin, I relaxed my facial muscles as I tried to cover up my panicked state.

I shrugged as I said, “Well, you did say they looked nice.”

Without waiting for a response, I grabbed my bag and turned around as I headed for the exit door.

A deep chuckle sounded from behind him.

Without looking back, I hastened my steps.

“Hey! Wait up!” he called.

No way!

I hurried out and hailed a cab.

No way in hell. No way!

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I bit my lip as I ended the incoming call for the upteenth time.

I was currently in my pajamas, trying to work on the project and forget about what had happened yesterday.

My three aunties were blowing up my phone, but—

What was I going to say to them?

Ping!

That was the sound of an incoming message.

‘Please don't be anything upsetting,’ I prayed as I picked up the phone to see the message.

‘Your car is ready for pickup,’

What the–How did he get my number?!

Ugh! I still needed to go back!

There was no way to avoid this. I created this mess, I had to be the one that resolved it.

Standing up, I rushed to my room to get dressed.

It was time to meet my fake fiancée.

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“Thank you,” I said to the taxi driver as he dropped me off in front of the auto shop.

It looked busier than last time.

I sighted my car and began to head towards it.

“Can I help you?”

I turned to look at the man standing at the front desk.

Walking towards him, I answered “Oh, uhm, I'm just here for my car,” as I pointed towards it.

“Just a moment. I'll cross-check your details,”

“Don't worry about it–” another voice interrupted.

“She's here for me.”

“Sure boss,”

The mechanic, or rather, Derek’s boss, strolled in, with a smirk on his face as he walked towards me.

This time, he had no grease stain on his hands. He was still dressed in all black though.

“I'm actually here for my car,” I said as he was within talking distance.

“What?” He asked, with a chuckle in his tone, “You're not here to see your fiancée?”

“I'm kinda hurt,” he added as he faked a pout.

With those full lips of his.

Great, he was making fun of me. Just what I needed at this point in my life.

Crossing my arms against my chest, I narrowed my eyes at him as I asked, “How did you get my number?”

He arched a brow at me, “I didn't.”

“I got a message saying my car was ready.”

“Yes, because your car has already been registered on the system. That wasn't my personal number, love.”

Right.

I had forgotten one detail– There was a reason this was the only auto shop I knew.

That was because Derek had brought my car in for repairs to this particular shop in the past.

My face flushed at the nickname.

“Whatever,” I lamely added.

He had seen my boobs, I had no shame.

“We need to talk.”

“Aren't we already talking?” he asked, his tone amused as a sexy smirk played on his lips.

“Privately.” I added, my voice firm as I held his gaze.