Chapter 16

Zara POV

The alarm blares so loud it reminds me of an air horn. I’m so tempted to smash my fist against it as soon as I wake up, or even better, toss it out the damn dodgy window that doesn’t even lock.

At least this morning, I could sleep in a little even though I can hardly call my sleep anything close to restful. My skin feels like it isn’t a part of me anymore, as if it’s crawling and the bed beneath me is alive.

Sitting up, I shudder with disgust as violently as ever. Yep, it’s definitely clear that I need to take another shower to get rid of the bedbugs. I’m sure that the dirty stairwell beside the Plaza would have been a cleaner choice to spend the night than the bug infested bed of the shitty motel room I had to pay money for. So much for thinking anything would be better than the streets. The streets would definitely be better than this.

After rummaging through the little number of toiletries I own, I hopped in the shower and scrubbed my skin so hard with my loofah that I’m surprised I didn’t scrub off a dozen layers of my skin. With the strength I have to use, I might as well just scrape all of my skin off. If only that helped eliminate the awful feeling those bed bugs left on me.

As I finally focus on scrubbing the shampoo in my hair, which I’m sure is now infested with the bed critters from the seedy bed I slept in, I hear my phone ring on the nightstand next to the bed of nightmares and despair.

I let it ring out, fully aware that I don’t have to be at work for an hour. Instead of running around the motel room like a lunatic to pick up the phone, I close my eyes and rinse the shampoo from my hair. Then, I turn the taps off and step out of the shower.

retrieve a towel, but once I notice the state of it, I drop the idea and opt for my yesterday’s clothes and use them

again while I struggle to dry myself, and I figure out that using clothes isn’t the most effective

bathroom and snatch my phone. Dread pools in my stomach, and

bringing the phone to my ear with a wildly shaking hand. “Which part of being a personal secretary did you

scare me like this during a phone call, I fear what he

as well notice that. As for his question-I didn’t understand the personal part. I signed up for a damn foyer position, not to become an Alpha’s personal, perfect little

answer as politely as possible, while in reality.

to wait for the mailman out the front,” Thane snarls at me, sounding far more pissed off than he was a moment ago. There goes the give and get principle- I give him kindness, he

I ask and slowly lower the phone from my ear to check the time. Well, that’s not all. I also do that to avoid the high risk of this Alpha asshole screaming so loud

waiting for has to be signed. If I have to collect it from

screen in disbelief until the numbers finally make sense, and dread fills my gut. Fuck! I have barely

the office building is only a street away. I race around the room, grab my clothes, and dismiss the ironing board I set up before jumping in

them on, clothes sticking to my wet skin, and I barely manage one clasp on my bra

tablets right before spraying the descenter over every inch of me. I toss the can in my

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