Chapter 8 Smoking Hot Stranger
1029 Words
It’s hot. Too hot.
Alicia felt slightly smothered from the overbearing heat. She reached out to remove the blanket, frowning slightly at how different it felt. Unlike the thin, worn blanket she was used to, the material was soft and thick, like a duvet. Still groggy, Alicia tossed it back, feeling a little relieved, exposing her back. Yet she was still overly hot.
Blinking through her sleepiness, Alicia halted her stretch, and her heart burst in her chest at the naked stranger she was clinging to! With her leg wrapped around his, half her body folded onto his solid eight-pack, hand resting on his chest.
Who was he? Where was she?!
The smoking-hot stranger with a killer body and looks pulled her closer to him. Wait, his arm was wrapped around her waist. And now her head was resting on his chest again. The steady beat of his heart was comforting, and boy, he was nice to look at both his strong jawline, black tousled locks that brushed against the top of his head, and not to mention his defined body. Her eyes dropped and sprung wider at the extensive outline of his groin underneath black boxers.
He was… really well-endowed. Having this man beside her made her mouth suddenly incredibly dry. At least he wasn’t completely naked. Alicia flicked down at her body and gasped. But I am!
She scrambled off the man, finally coming back to her senses. So, what if it felt nice to be cuddled like this! She didn’t know him!
The sexy stranger shifted again, this time his eyes opening, landing on Alicia immediately. With a relaxed smile that made her heart almost stop and forget how to breathe, he propped himself up on his elbow and hand. “Good morning,” he greeted, his voice husky with sleep.
Alicia clutched at the duvet, holding it to her chest, even though she wanted to melt right there from the sound of his voice and the picture of ease and sexiness he conveyed. For some reason, it made the panic within her sizzle out, though she was still cautious.
“Morning,” she replied, internally cursing herself at how breathless she sounded. Pushing her thoughts and embarrassment aside, she let her eyes wander from the piece of art in front of her and stray to the bedroom they were currently in.
There was nothing revealing any personal touches, no picture frames other than some modern art on the wall. Upon closer inspection, she realised it wasn't his residence at all but rather a hotel room. A sleek phone rested on the bedside table, accompanied by a pamphlet containing the room service contact information.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but what happened?”
She almost grimaced at that. It was quite obvious what happened- if their naked bodies and the slight throbbing between her thighs were anything to go by.
Alicia’s eyes flicked back to his when he didn’t respond. “Last night, you were in a car accident. I came to help and discovered you were tied up.” Slowly, her memory returned with flashes of her meeting this man.
He was so vicious. Yet, she didn’t feel anything about those kidnappers. Those men that she’d been handed to by her fath- by beta Fred.
“I took you back here, and I assume you know the rest…”
Oh my goddess! I asked him to stay! I asked Rowan to stay!
More memories of the previous night played out in her mind. Some causing her cheeks to flush at how confident she acted. Now, with the morning sunlight filtering through the sheer white curtains at the other end of the large bedroom, that confidence hid with the darkness of last night and was replaced with shame.
“Hey.” Alicia almost gasped at his tender touch, steering her chin to look at him again. “Don’t be ashamed. Unless you’re embarrassed by me-”
“No!” Alicia blurted out immediately. “Me embarrassed of you?!” She wanted to laugh hysterically at that. If anything, it should be the other way around. It was all too apparent that this man was an alpha and she was a weak omega.
He smirked, deep blue eyes sizzling as he stared at her and dropped his hand back to his side. Clearing her throat, and restraining herself from waving her hand in front of her heated cheeks, Alicia held her hand out towards him. “Why don’t we start again? I’m Alicia Meyer.”
Rowan arched his eyebrow at her hand, another smirk forming on those sexy lips, lips that dominated her own last night, lips that had been between her thighs… Oh s**t. Alicia’s gaze flicked back up to meet his, inhaling quietly after forgetting to breathe again, especially with the knowing expression on his face, as though he knew exactly where her thoughts had turned to. His eyes had darkened, causing her body to heat. Under his gaze, she tried not to squirm from the intensity and the commanding presence that only an alpha could emanate.
“Little late for that, Alicia.” Rowan’s gaze flicked down to her other hand, still clutching the duvet to her chest, but he didn’t comment further on it and followed her lead.
His hand pretty much enveloped hers, his fingers long- fingers that had been inside of her- his hands large and making hers feel tiny in comparison. The warmth of his hand and the feel of callouses reminded her of how softly he touched her.
Pulling her hand back, she ignored the racing beat of her heart. “Thank you for saving me yesterday. I honestly don’t know where I will be today.” Her thoughts darkened to what her alpha wanted her to become and how beta Fred drugged her and allowed those men to take her away.
“Tell me what happened.” Rowan’s icy voice snapped her out of the betrayal and heartache washing over her again.
Alicia’s stare was caught in Rowan’s again. She was unable to look away from the dominant alpha, who seemed willing to hear her story.
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