The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 121
When I spoke, I realized I’d made a mistake.
Griffon’s expression changed, and his demeanor darkened even
more.
I didn’t dare to speak again.
Then I noticed the faint scent of alcohol in the car. My nose couldn’t detect wolfsbane, but I could definitely smell the whiskey.
And Griffon wouldn’t be drinking alcohol unless it had wolfsbane in it.
No wonder he’d taken the initiative to seek me out. He had liquid courage on his side. Or…liquid anger? I wasn’t sure.
Since he wouldn’t speak to me and tell me what he wanted.
I sighed.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Griffon startled me by tossing the lighter he was playing with against the dashboard and looked over at me.
“Did you sleep with Jackson last night?”
His eyes were a darker amber than I’d ever seen them before. I’d
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seen him in his wolf form a couple of times, and even then, his eyes weren’t this…deadly.
I stared into his eyes, trying to find something else in them, but there was nothing.
Suddenly this all felt more than a little ridic ulous. “Did you drive me all the way out here just to ask me that? Couldn’t you have asked this in the parking garage?”
His lethal gaze bored into my soul. “Answer me,” he growled.
This was all…exhausting. It was exhausting to be constantly misunderstood, constantly questioned about doing things I
hadn’t done.
When I didn’t answer, Griffon pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger and snarled, “Speak!”
His grip hurt, and his nails had started to turn into claws. His wolf was just below the surface, and I knew just how hard he was trying to keep it in check. I’d seen this side of him before.
But only in bed.
I took a deep breath before quietly saying, “Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t sleep with Jackson?”
He sneered. “You stayed in his presidential suite for the entire night and didn’t come out until the next evening. Why do you think I’d believe you?”