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 I am asking, Kitten? What is Cassian to you?" He blinks,

gaze. Why is he asking me that

only ask once and I want you to be honest” Massimo says, in a low voice.

I utter

a thing for

of sparks down my

him. “I end up blurting, giving away what I

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

is heavier

shirt. I don't want to start panicking. I don't want to think about what

engaged to him. Even after knowing he is not your

have killed myself before mating with him,

pulls his hand away and

repeats the question.” what did he

of ice. He sounds threatening, not towards

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

over his shoulder,

his hands on you like the fucker from last night?” His next words

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

frown settles between his

something to get out

tell you

only blinks. I

Massimo, you should tell me why you hate

fitted suit. Our gazes lock, his eyes

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