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.

heart sinks as I lower the sheets back to my chin and squeal. “what about Cassian and me? “That's

gaze. Why is he asking me that

want you to be honest” Massimo says,

guts twist and I utter

have a thing for someone

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

him. “I end up blurting, giving away

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

is

collar of his shirt. I don't want to start panicking. I don't want to think about what Cassian

to him. Even after knowing he is not

mating with him,

stiffen over my chin. He pulls his hand away and

repeats the question.” what

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

and my chin wobbles. “I- - -can not tell

from over his

his hands on you 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 can not bring myself to lie to him. “He liked to- - -make fun of my weakness. “I mumble, my cheeks burning with

frown settles between

to come up with something to get out of this helpless

want me to tell you everything?” I choke

only blinks. I

Massimo, you should tell me why you hate my Dad so

eyes filling with ice. The air shifts and the little connection

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