Hiding the Alpha’s Baby

Chapter 110

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I groan, shifting onto my back and opening my eyes. My body aches in strange places.

My eyes stare at the familiar ceiling. It looks to be Massimo’s room back home. The sheets over me also smell like him.

Confused, I glance to my right and find him sitting on the bed, his back facing me. He is wearing a black suit, and his hands are busy fixing his cufflinks.

The memories from last night pour in one after another. My cheeks heat, and I pull the sheets to my chin.

I had sex with him. It felt so- - -good. My lips pucker out. Oh, Goddess.

What now?

How did I seduce him and throw myself at him numerous times?

“You slept for half the day. I was wondering if you have slipped into a coma.” Massimo's deep voice fills the space.

“You tired me out-- -" I blurt, and squeeze my eyes shut the next moment.

Such a good way to embarrass myself more.

I can sense him shifting in the bed. The heat of his gaze warms my face, making me pull the sheets higher, to my nose.

“What's with you and Cassian?” He asks.

My hands freeze. I open my eyes and meet his gaze. It's different from last night. He is cold now.

and me? “That's

gulp and avert my gaze. Why is he asking me that

I want you to be honest” Massimo says, in a low voice. “do you have a thing for

guts twist and I

have a thing for

fingers land on my chin, sending a wave of sparks down my back and he

end up blurting, giving away what I

me, with those deep and assessing eyes. It does something to my heart,

The next question is

as I lower my gaze to the open collar of his shirt. I don't want to start panicking. I don't want to think about what Cassian used to

Even after knowing he is not your fated

would have killed myself before mating with him, Massimo.” I interrupt him

pulls his

question.” what

am treading on a thin layer of ice.

“I- - -can not tell you right now. Don’t ask

glances at me from over his shoulder, regarding me cooly

like the fucker from last night?”

try to deny it, but fail miserably. I should lie. I should tell Massimo a story. But as he stares into my teary eyes, I find myself tongue-tied. I can not bring myself to lie to him. “He liked to- - -make fun of my weakness.

“A frown settles between

up with something to get

tell you

only blinks. I nod at

want me to tell you everything myself, Massimo, you should tell me why you hate my Dad

under his fitted suit. Our gazes lock, his eyes filling with ice.

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