The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 143

Daphne's POV With a team of two, Raphael and I managed to make dinner in record time. Apart from being a consistent and unwavering stalker, Raphael also happens to be a good cook who knows his way around a kitchen. Color me surprised.

I set the table and we take our s e atacross from each other. We enjoy the dinner in blissful silent, mainly because I keep answering Raphael's questions with a monotone answer. At a point, he gives up and focuses on his dinner without trying to make conversation

With me.

I try not to think about why my heart squeezes at that.

Once we're done with dinner, I clear the table and take our dishes to the kitchen with Raphael right on my ass. The man is like a puppy that will never leave your side no matter how many times you kick him to the curb.

I place the dishes in the sink and turn on the tap to wash and store them away. The dishes aren't much so it'll be faster than loading them in the dishwasher.

"I'll take care of that," Raphael states.

"No, I've got this. You're my guest. You don't have to do it." I grab the dishcloth and soap and start working on the dishes.

Raphael stands beside me for a few more minutes but after seeing that I wasn't about to back down from this, he excuses himself and walks into the main room. I hear the sound of the TV turning on a few seconds later.

Focusing on the task at hand, I wash, dry, and store the dishes back in their respective places. Then I walk into the room to find Caden going through my Netflix in search of what to watch.

A quick glance outside the window lets me know that the rain is still pouring down heavily without a sign of stopping anytime soon.

I sigh, accepting my fate, and walk into my room to grab the extra blanket I have in my closet.

Clenching the blankets to my chest, I head back out and find that Raphael has finally settled on a movie and it happens to be Magic Mike XXL. His choice of movie probably has to do with the fact that it's number one on my watchlist. Don't judge me. I'm a single lady, living all by herself. It's expected that I would indulge in some guilty pleasure, namely, watching hot men strip and dance around a pole.

approaching and his eyes fall to

the sofa beside him. "You should stay the night. The downpour

of a smile teases the side of his lips and I ignore

he asks, turning his gaze to

started the movie and hasn't yet gotten to any of the main parts. I could simply tell him what

It's a classical romance," I say,

had dumped

time that

into my room to

sleep.

vel

offer when my gaze flies to the television. The scene of Channing Tatum's (God blessed gift to women all the world) using his gymnastics power tool-assisted "pony"

way

going to

on the screen, Raphael turns to me with a horrified look on his

it away?" I ask with

a glare my way. "That's just

give him a nonchalant shrug and turn back to the

start feeling bad when Raphael keeps watching the movie with that same horrified look that

I say reaching for the remote on the table and getting ready to put on a more mild

table. "We've already gotten this far. Let's just watch it to the end." He fixes his gaze on the television with a determined look on his face and I

have to be so

hard time turning down his dates if he wasn't

I mean,