The Alpha's Challenge

Ch.3 A Home Away from Hovel

Gin

I woke up in a daze, the birds were chirping and the sun was washing my room with pale morning light.

I stretch out arching my back like a cat, sluff off my clothes and jump in the pleasantly hot shower.

While closing my eyes and massaging the shampoo into my scalp all I can think about is Emery, like he's haunting me.

I couldn't get over the way my body reacted when he touched me. Sparks of heat and electricity coursed through me as soon as his skin met mine.

Once all the soap and shampoo is rinsed, I step out onto the cold vinyl floor and brush through my wet hair. I finger the shallow bags under my eyes and use some caffeine serum to plump them back up.

I brush my teeth and get dressed. I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans and an army green loose fitting, billowy button up, my black bra cheekily it slightly visible through the shirt.

I return to the bathroom and give my eyes. simple cat wings and brush some peachy blush over my cheeks, finishing with some basic chapstick.

I shuffle through the carpeted living room my socks making satisfying friction against the beige carpet.

I take a seat at my desk lined with papers housing nonsense scrawlings and the occasional sketch.

I pull out a notebook I store in the top drawer and begin writing.

It's a hobby I've had since childhood. I mainly write stories of fantasy, occasionally science fiction or horror.

As the words flow freely from my ball point pen I loose track of time, lost within a world of my own devices. I am startled by a loud knock on my door. I peer over to the clock on the far wall and noticed the hands gracing noon.

"There's no way in hell, he is actually here, is he?"

I pad over to the sterile metal door covered in dents and reach to my tiptoes too look out the peep hole. Sure enough there he stood, I level my sock barren feet to the floor and slightly open the door.

"Why are you here?"

His eyes turn down to mine with a slight smirk.

"I told you, we have a date."

I roll my eyes and stupidly let him in.

"Sit down I need to get shoes and my wallet."

At least he does as told and takes a seat on my sage green sofa.

"No, need for a wallet, everything is on me."

I huff silently while still sliding the slender brown leather billfold into my back pocket.

I slide on some black sandals and walk back out to the living area to find him leafing through some stray story plots on my coffee table. I quickly rip them from his hands and throw them onto my desk.

"You write?"

His alluring eyes draw me in, scanning up my body till they meet mine.

"It's a hobby. Now let's go, I don't need you finding my box of murder memorabilia."

I giggle at my own joke like a vapid party girl. What the hell is this man doing to me?

He chuckles darkly and stands grabbing my hand, making my eyes widen.

He was staggeringly handsome. Beside his flaxen hair and icy gaze I was already accustomed with, his tight white tee and black jeans exemplify his insane muscles. His arms are covered in tattoos and his hand devours mine.

I pull us out the door and lock it behind me, clipping my keys to my belt loop out of habit.

He watches my actions and unclips my keys shoving them in his front pocket.

"That's a good way to have someone swipe your keys Gin."

His words were stern and almost demanding, they scared me a tiny bit, but more terrifyingly thrilled me.

He leads me to the same large black truck and opens the passenger door for me. I look to where a step should be and find nothing. It's a lifted truck how did he expect my 5'2 ass to get in here. Without thinking I leap throwing myself onto my stomach inside the truck.

He sputters out a laugh and lifts me upright in the seat.

"I see I will have to get you a step, noted"

As he easily slides into the driver's seat I peer over at him.

"You act like this is going to be a regular thing."

He smirks while starting the engine and making sure I am buckled, then peels out of the Village.

"It is, going to be a regular thing."

I don't question where he is taking us till we exit the town.

"I knew it, you're gonna kill me. Well at least do it in style, I want to be your most popular kill."

He furrows his brow in shock and confusion and glances over at me.

"s**t, you're a weird one."

He pulls off down a dirt side road, in turn making the truck juggle me about.

"Thanks, are you historically this talented at making friends?"

He shrugs, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Normally I don't have to try so hard they just come to me."

I roll my eyes and look out the window at the surrounding nothingness.

"Demanding and complacent, you must be a real winner with the ladies where you're from."

I don't look but I can feel his eyes gawking at me.

"I guess you could say that."

He pulls off into the grass and drives the car up to a singular, massive RV.

"You really are fantastic at instilling confidence in others."

The words slither out and he lifts me down from the truck standing me on my feet.

"Come on, follow me."

He unlocks the RV door, leading me inside. The entry way was larger than my apartment.

"Taking a girl home on the first date, quite brazen aren't we?"

Before he can reply my feet begin wandering through the mansion on wheels. Taking in the kitchen with a center island and marble counter tops. Next, was the living room with a large gray sectional and startlingly large flat screen. Last, was a large bedroom with a king size bed and an attached bathroom with a garden tub and shower.

He walks up behind me resting his hand on the small of my back, sending waves of warm sparks up my spine. I shiver slightly and he softly grins down at me.

"So what do you think?"

My astonished gaze meets his, clear surprise written in my features.

"I think you may have more money than the King of England."

He curls his fingers gently against me, alighting sensations I try my hardest to hide.

"Well, its yours now. Your new home."

I furrow my brows and look up at him confusion staining my features.

"You're pretty confident to think I would just move in with you no questions asked."

He laughs and scratches the back of his neck with his free hand.

"No, I don't live here Gin. I just hate that you live in the Village, you deserve so much better."

He turns around to the front of me, letting his fingers lightly trace the side of my stomach before sliding the keys to the RV in my front pocket.

Loosing all sense of reality my eyes close and I bite my lower lip at his touch. My toes curl slightly as well. Until my brain takes over and I attempt to step away but his resting hand on my back breaks my balance and I stumble backwards onto to bed. My eyes grow wide as he approaches and leans over, resting his hands on either side of me, trapping me to the duvet cover. His hungry eyes taking me in.