His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

2. A Shopping Trip with Sinclair

EVANGELINE.

It was an hour later, and I had picked up everything Grandmother Philomena wanted me to get. Sinclair watched me, following me into every store I went into, not once did he complain when I took my time in the shops, and he was ready to take all the bags from me.

He really was a good person. It was these small things that made me feel all happy and fuzzy inside.

“All done?” He asked when I hurried out of the bakery, taking the bag of freshly baked croissants and scones from me.

I nodded, blushing faintly.

“Mm, all done.” Sinclair smiled, taking the bags in one hand and draping his other arm across my shoulders, and tucking me closer. His lips skimming my forehead before he presses his lips to my temple.”Great, then it’s my turn.”

I nodded; I was a little worried that Grandmother Philomena might get angry that I was late, but I couldn’t refuse Sinclair either.

“Where are we going?” I asked, tilting my head as I walked alongside him, at six foot three he was an exact foot taller than me.

He dips his head, brushing his nose against my cheek. “Patience Angel.” he whispers, pulling away, and I turn my face peek up at him.

Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. That was a nickname he called me when we were alone.

“Sorry.” I apologised meekly, trying to pull away from him when he tugs me back in place before stopping.

He smirked slightly, reaching down and brushing my black locks off my face.

“Don’t apologise, and don’t hide behind your hair.” he growls before grabbing my hand in his, he kisses the back of my knuckles before giving them a squeeze, lacing his fingers through mine.

I chew my lip, my cheeks burning as we continued in silence. We came to a stop outside a florist, and Sinclair reached down, taking a single red rose, and handed it to me.

“Befitting.” He murmured, as the shop door tinkled open and out walked an elderly woman. He gave her a note that was worth far more than the rose, before he continued on, tugging me along with him.

We first dropped the bags to his car, before we got in, and drove towards the high-end designer store quarter.

I stared down at the rose, turning it between my fingers while my heart raced, it felt like a dream come true. I knew he was an Alpha… and I knew I was just an omega, but was it wrong to wish for more?

When we stopped, I left my rose in the car, making sure I placed it carefully on the seat, before we got out.

He entered an expensive dress shop, and I suddenly felt out of place. A saleswoman instantly came over, her eyes raking over Sinclair with approval.

She asked, her eyes fixed

her, anyone could see he was a man of not only power,

dress. Make sure it’s stunning, and the best you have. The price is not an issue.” Sinclair commanded. The woman’s eyes dart to

couch. “Please take a seat. I will bring out several dresses that I think would suit Miss. Kassidy,

looked to be an assistant.

next to him. It was only a two-seater… I sat down gingerly

and scuffed compared to Sinclair’s polished black formal ones. When I don’t sit back, Sinclair fiddles with my hair, giving it a slight tug, making me slap at his hand. His sudden playfulness

your birthday party, of

tensed, looking at him with a

That meant there would be kids

hadn’t spoken. Dread pooled

keep my face hidden behind my hair, but he had a habit of moving it back. He tucked the strand behind my

is vital.” He said quietly.

butterflies. “You promise?” I asked, Sinclair tilts his head to the side, before cupping my face in his

saleswoman was back with several dresses on hangers. To my dismay, there were at least five that were

didn’t want

thanked her when she placed the tray down on

skimmed through them before he took a satin red dress. His eyes ran

figure-hugging dress with the

stood up and hesitantly took the dress from him with shaking

I wished she wasn’t. I wanted to delay in here. It was too little. My arms were

mused, as she

I could see

turned slowly, staring in the mirror, my breath caught

the mirror wasn’t the

show Mr. Sinclair.” She said, and I wondered how she knew

was on show. I stepped out slowly. My heart was racing when I dared to look at Sinclair. Feeling

looked at me with an expression of pure hunger. My chest was heaving, and I almost wanted to run back into the changing room, but

it meant he liked what he saw… When he spoke, his voice was a guttural growl that startled both me and the

“We’ll take this dress.”

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dear.” Grandmother Philomena said, placing the beautiful cake in front of me. Covered in black fondant with red roses of

as I looked at

shifted, although I