The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

"Why do I feel like you've been following me?" His answer is a smile. He then takes a sip of his drink and trains his eyes on me, but still doesn't say anything. "Have you?" I try to follow up.

"What does it matter?"

That's his way of saying yes, he has been following me.

"That's just wrong and weird and... creepy. Who does that?"

"I do!"

"Since when?"

"You don't wanna know." Another small sip of his drink. "I'm just trying to make sure you are safe." His voice is noticeably gentler.

"I am safe!"

"You don't know that." He argues, still keeping a very fluid tone. I close my eyes, suck in a deep breath, exhale heavily before snapping them open again. My brain cells are dividing in my head. This conversation is draining the energy from my bones and I hate the fluttering sensation I feel in my stomach.

He has done nothing but annoy me since he showed up here, but a part of me likes the fact that he's here with me. It even dares to feel excited. Those stupid butterflies in my stomach won't stay calm and no matter how much I pluck the flower petals that keep blooming in my chest, they keep growing out.

I hate that I like this time we are spending together.

that I still enjoy his

are you thinking

not to talk or argue with you.

offered to buy you

"This one's enough!"

years ago." That statement makes me laugh. "What's

I was weak and naive and stupid and you

as he sets the glass on the

you?" He

"Didn't you?"

like where this conversation

let it end already." I pick up my purse and step down from

something important you have

don't want to hear it." I

please. It's important. You have to listen. I'm begging you. Please." His fervent beseeching shocks me to the

insist on something unless it's very

tonight or get any work done tomorrow or hell... live my life as I should if I don't listen to what he wants to say to me. "Fine." I finally agree, praying in my heart that I don't look as excited as I feel.

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