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.

the sheets back to my chin and squeal. “what about Cassian and me? “That's what

avert my gaze. Why is he asking me

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

twist and I utter right

have a

me.” His fingers land on my chin, sending a wave of sparks down my back and he forces

end up blurting,

those deep and assessing eyes. It does something to my heart, makes it beat faster, and harder in

The next question is

clench around the sheet 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

engaged to him. Even after knowing he is

before mating

over my chin. He pulls his hand away and

what did

am treading on a thin layer of ice. He sounds threatening, not towards

my chin wobbles. “I- - -can not tell you right now.

at me from over his shoulder, regarding me cooly

on you like the fucker from last night?” His next words have me flinching in

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

“A frown settles between

to come up with something to get out of this helpless

want me to tell you everything?”

I

everything myself, Massimo, you should tell me why you hate my

fitted suit. Our gazes lock, his eyes filling

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