The Alpha King's Obsession

Chapter Seven

Esme's POV

I knew I drank too much when I saw Zeke walk through the small gate to the pool the motel had around it. I forgot I called him when I came out here earlier, then fell my fat ass in the pool. Well, more like walking right into it.

"Come on cutie. Your boyfriend is here to take you inside." Athena helped me stand as she tucked another towel over my shoulders. I wanted to correct her but I did call him here, that's what I called him when she asked me if I knew him.

Once Zeke got to me, he pulled me to him tentatively and I allowed him to. I was always more loving and needy with him when I was drinking. He pressed my head to his hard chest and I took in his warm earthy scent. He always smelled like nature to me. Almost refreshing.

He did that thing where he makes his chest vibrate because he knows I love it, so I wrapped one of my arms around him as we began walking to my room. I pointed to mine, then dug the key from my pocket and gave it to him.

He unlocked the door and led me in. He sighed at the state of the room and the empty bottles of beer on the floor along with the empty vodka bottle and half empty bottle of whiskey.

"Where is your medication at?" I shrugged my shoulders, knowing full well I put it in the mini-refrigerator last night after I got out of the bath.

I got out of his embrace and went over to my bags. I went to sit on the floor but ended up falling. I laughed because it made me make an 'omph' sound.

I went digging through my bags while Zeke went over to the refrigerator like I knew he would.

"Ezzy, you know I don't like it when you drink like this. You don't monitor your blood sugar like you're supposed to when you are drinking." He scolded me like my mother used to when I was a child or a teenager over my blood sugar levels.

He went and grabbed my purse after he had what he needed from the refrigerator and came and sat beside me on the floor. He pulled out my dexcom, but when he turned it on and it read 'no sensor found', my cheeks heated up and I looked away from him.

"I don't even want to know where you lost it or how!" He muttered. "Did you bring your meter with you?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Just because it says no sensor found doesn't mean I don't have more. Besides, I took it out the night before last." I took my purse from him and moved a few things around before I found the small box I always keep my transmitter in that goes into my sensor that reads off my blood sugar levels on the receiver in Zeke's hand.

"Here mom!" I said and gave him the box and the unopened sensor along with two alcohol wipes. I was too inebriated to do it myself.

"You're all wet. Let's get you dried off and changed into warmer clothes. Then we can do this!" He smiled at me and my heart swooned a little. It was still broken over what I saw, that was the only thing keeping me from falling for his smile right now.

When I didn't return his smile, it slowly disappeared. He picked up the clothes that I had in my lap and my medication and set it on the bed. He then leaned down and put his arms under mine and lifted me up like I weighed nothing, which I knew was a lie. My waistline tells me that everytime I go shopping for new clothes.

"Get out of those clothes. Who knows who or what was in that pool? On second thought, maybe you should shower." He cringed visibly just thinking about it. Him doing that made my stomach roll and I wanted to hit him. He knew how sensitive my stomach was when I drank too much.

I cleared my throat and swallowed in hopes it would help, but I think it made it worse. Maybe me thinking about throwing up is making me want to throw up more. I stumbled past Zeke and staggered my way over and into the bathroom.

I don't think my throat has ever felt like molten lava, ever in my entire life, as it has right now. I really need to learn not to mix liquors or go from clear to dark the way i did. When I was done, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and flushed the toilet.

"Feel proud?"

"Do you?" I asked him.

He looked at me confused. I rolled my eyes at him, just like a man. They never accept their own faults. Oh, but if a woman does something? Don't get them started.

I shook my head and got up. I went over to the sink and grabbed my toothbrush that I left on the counter last night and began brushing my teeth. When I was finished, I splashed some cold water on my face.

Zeke moved some of my hair behind my shoulder, I placed my hand on his that stayed on it and looked back at it through the reflection in the mirror. He smiled again, I looked down and slid his hand off of my shoulder, then turned around and walked past him and back into the room so I could change.

"Why are you being like this? You called me?" He snarled at me.

"Maybe I shouldn't have!" I mumbled more to myself.

I knew he heard it because he growled; "What is that supposed to mean?" I just ignored him. I undressed slowly and I slipped on a pair of booty shorts and was about to pull my oversized shirt on when Zeke grabbed my arm tightly and turned me around to face him.

"What? I was drunk, Zeke! You should have expected nothing less when I began to sober up. I'll re-block you after you leave."

He wasn't even looking me in the eyes as I spoke to him. This asshole had the nerve to keep his eyes glued to my naked chest. I put my t-shirt on to keep his eyes in check but anger flashed across his face when I did.

"Who were you with?"

"Excuse me?"

He came over to me and grabbed the neckline of my shirt and ripped it right down the middle. "ZEKE!" I shoved him away from me, only he didn't budge. He took my shirt and pulled it off of me completely.

I backed up to the bed and he followed me. My legs met the bed and I ended up falling to a sitting position in front of him. He pushed my shoulder and forced me on my back. He hovered over me as he grabbed one of my boobs, the one that was really sore too, thanks to Xavi-

Xavier!

...oh no.

I looked down at his hand, he only pinched my n****e really hard, sending shockwaves throughout my nervous system.

"Who did my angle screw, hmm?" He used the other hand that was propped up on the bed next to my head, playing with my hair. "Who did you share that p***y with so I can beat the life out of them for putting their hands on what isn't theirs to touch."

If this was a different scenario and he hadn't cheated on me... I would have fallen for that. But I'm not his property anymore to lay claim on. He can go and do that with my step-sister if he wishes.

"None of your business!" I whispered into his ear.

That animalistic growl that he seems to do when I piss him off flowed freely from his throat. I went to move from under him but he dug his nose into my neck and began....smelling me?

Like I mean taking huge deep breaths of air as he sniffed me. I know some people have odd kinks but I didn't think he smelled me like that. Did he sniff me when I wasn't looking? Or while I was asleep?

Now I'm irked by my own thought process.

He jumped off of me and went for the door. He said nothing when he opened it, then stormed out of it and slammed it behind him.

I sat up on my elbows on the bed slowly and just stared at where he stormed out. I knew calling him here was going to bite me in the ass.

I let Zeke's weird actions go and got up to get another shirt. He must not have slept well or something. I knew the love bites that Xavier left behind were still going to be visible for a few days, at first. I was going to brag about finding the first guy I could hook up with and flaunt all the marks, but when I get drunk I get in my feelings. So that's why I turned my back when I got dressed.

I got my phone from the middle of the bed and deleted all the calls I made to Zeke, then blocked his number yet again. "No more drinking Esme. It makes you too damn emotional." I scolded myself.

I then grabbed my medical supplies and sat down on the bed and did what I had to do to counteract all the sugar the alcohol had in it with my insulin. Then I reattached my new sensor and made all the preparations it told me to do. Now all I do is let it warm up for two hours before it can begin reading my levels again.

I was hungry but I also knew my sugar was high, but I was also exhausted, so I just decided to crawl into bed and flicked the light off. I didn't mind the bathroom light being on. Those lights made me feel less scared in a place I wasn't familiar with. Sleep came minutes later.