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.

about Cassian and me? “That's what

Why is he asking me

ask once and I want you to be honest” Massimo says, in

guts twist and I utter right

never have a

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

him. “I end up blurting,

does something to my heart, makes it

is heavier than the

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

engaged to him. Even after knowing he is not your fated mate, you- -

before mating with him, Massimo.” I interrupt

pulls his

the question.” what did he do to

seems like I am treading on a thin layer of ice. He sounds threatening,

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

me from over his shoulder,

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

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

“A frown

with something to get out of this

to tell you everything?” I

I

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

eyes filling with ice. The air shifts and the little

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