RHETT: THE SON OF THE ALPHA

7. Extraordinary fun

CHAPTER SEVEN

FREYA'S POV

Ugh! I hate the cold-no, abhor would be the proper term. Unlike my home, this particular part of the city was much colder; definitely due to its proximity to the endless miles of water that covered the lake. Even still, I do not attempt to go inside the house. Anywhere else would be better than in the company of horny werewolves. Instead, I walked further away from it and much closer to the lake; before sitting down on the sandy shores. Lying down on my back on the sandy shore with my eyes closed, I listened to the calming sound of the waves lapping against each other.

I know for a fact that I'm still very much high and well, after my husband dumped me to probably get some action from the party, I'd resolved to relish this moment of peace. The wolves watching the entrance had barely seen me carefully sneak away; which only proved my point; they were nothing but incompetent creatures.

What a waste of all those supernatural abilities.

The light footsteps padding towards me had my senses up, my eyes still shut but my ears still very much alert. My hidden hand grabbed on a handful of soil, getting ready for anything.

"Before you do anything, its me," Gomez's voice, a little distant, made me relax and I opened my eyes, sitting up while letting go of the sand.

"How did you know I was going to do something?" I asked, watching him walk closer, hands taking home in the depth of his pockets.

"Because I've known you for three years now," He sat down next to me, an amused smile curled on the edges of his lips, "Bored of the wolves already?"

"Not fired yet?" I questioned instead, the amusement unmissable from my voice.

"Well, your brother was certainly not happy about me sleeping with his precious little sister," the smile deepened, " Don't worry, I was planning on quitting already. I just stuck around because well, you were quite a fun company,"

"Just fun?" I teased even though there is a certain distance emptiness creeping inside me.

He extended his hand, treading his fingers delicately along the edges of my face with the same warm smile that should have me running for the hills. His voice tuned into a soft melody filled with a tinge of warmness, "You are extraordinary fun, Freya,"

I move away from the prison of his finger, "And lets keep it that way, "

I'd seen so much of that look in his eyes of late; enough to know where he was headed. The disappointment that clashes into the irises of his eyes served as a confirmation of what is already running through my brain. Deep down he knew I didn't do attachments and yet there was always the distant flair of hope hidden in his eyes. Except there was no changing my mind. He was just a muse to me and that was just it. Nothing less, nothing more.

"Now that I'm not going to be driving the Mafia princess anymore, I'll be helping run my family's bakery with my brother," He said casually,” Its nothing big but quite sustainable,”

"Doing what? Deliveries?" I questioned, certainly amused by this prospect.

"Funny," he shook his head, the same notes of amusement unmissable in his voice, "Driving is not the only thing I'm good at. You should see what I can do with my hands and I mean that in the most non-s****l way,"

"So what can you do with your hands?" I lilt, biting my bottom lips and consequently drawing his attention to my lips. Just like where I wanted him to be.

"Bake," The word rolled off his lips like a mere whisper, our faces close enough to kiss but even still, he didn't make the move. Instead, he suddenly leaned back, standing up while sliding a business card to me, "In case you are ever in the mood for a chocolate raspberry cake, you know where exactly to find me,"

He walked away a few steps before turning around to add, "Never forget Freya, I'm only one call away for anything,"

He benefitted me with a small smile before letting the darkness swallow his silhouette. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath before exhaling; my brain registering the coldness. Once again, I'm back to the gnawing hell of my thoughts with nothing but the night breeze for company. But I liked this better; you know, being alone in a place so calm. It was the only time the pain was too loud and I could cry if I wanted to without anybody witnessing it.