The Beta’s Regret

Chapter 47

We arrived at my home, and Eros held me closely.

I blushed, fondling the hem of his cloth “I should go inside, take a shower, and wear a proper cloth,”

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now?” he asked.

“Well… Gem, you know, I began and his lips curled up into a smile.

“I like that endearment, but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he chipped in

“Eros, my love,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “I am wearing my shirt, and smell like…

“Like what, Butter?” he asked wickedly. His sapphire eyes shone with amusement and mischief.

“Like… uhm, you know,” my cheeks were crimson red.

“No, I don’t know,” he tilted his eyebrows and moved dangerously closer “Tell me, you smell like you’ve just been thoroughly mated and marked? You smell like me?” He whispered into my ear. My belly clenched at the sound of his sensual voice.

His hands grab bes my waist possessively, his nose nuzzling my neck “I do think that it’s a marvelous thing. You smell like me, and I smell like you. It will serve as a warning to other men that you belong to me.”

I could feel my hunger for him building, so I quickly kissed him and ran off.

An hour later, Eros appeared in my room and took me out on a date. When we entered his white Ferrari, he crashed his lips on mine “Youre so fucking beautiful,”

I kissed him and climbed onto his laps when he snatched his lips from mine. “Let’s have dinner before I eat you myself.”

That made my stomach clench deliciously as he ignited the car. watched him under my thick eyelashes as his arm muscles flexed while be handled the car.

I watched the graceful way his sleek fingers moved as if was stroking the steering wheel, and I imagined what those fingers could do.

Suddenly he groaned “What?” I jolted, coming out of my reverie.

me, Love” he groaned, his hands grabbing the steering wheel

gasped, turning bright tomato red. Oh Goddess,

in my room for a month..or five…right after

Yes, please!

of The Food Paradise, the fanciest restaurant in the city. In a flash, he was out of the

led me to the shiny whire marble steps

very well–groomed woman in her early thirties hurried over even before we stepped inside

Prince Eros,” she

so good to see you

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bow of their heads, and

Eros acknowledged her with a polite

she informed him “Right this way,” she said, extending her arm

restaurant

come here often?” I asked Eros, looking

“Sometimes,” he answered.

elegant setting and the delicious

Men in their expensive suits, and women in beautiful designer dresses. I suddenly felt like disappearing into my

as we stepped in. I couldn’t blame them. Eos looksd gorgeous even in just his t–shirt and jeans. His hair is carelessly and sexily mussed

of importance

also a combination of danger and reckless sex appeal that is hard to

him as we walked past the tables, his hand coming to grip my

can’t stand it when the men stare at you

am seeing is women eyeing him with

their lustful gaze at

section at the fourth floor of the building. A group of good looking men and

simply pulled one of them

looked like in his mid–twenties. Eros later told me that they were members of the

beautiful private room where Arthur,