The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

DRAVEN

I scramble toward the other side of the hall so that it will look as if I am coming back from the restroom. Walking back toward the bar I am met with Bart’s sad, heavy eyes.

In an attempt to pretend I have no idea what is going on, I smile as brightly as my disappointed heart will allow. “What’s wrong boss?”

“Um, Draven – I have to-” he cuts off as someone approaches from behind me.

Gee lemme guess who it is. Eyeroll.

I could be deaf and blind, and I would still know who stood behind me. His heat is pressing against my back again and the hairs on my neck are standing at attention.

If I lean back, just a bit… my ass will push right against his…

No Draven no!

“Bartlett has to renovate the upstairs apartment – so you’ll have to stay somewhere else until it’s complete,” Domonic’s low voice interrupts.

What’s this now?

“Somewhere else?” My questioning eyes meet Bart’s and he shrugs. “Where else?”

Knowing what I do – which is that Domonic is lying – sparks an anger in me and I spin on him with a glare.

He is smirking, that sweet dimple winking enough to make my panties damp. “I can set you up in a place, a small condo at the top of the hill.”

“No thanks. I can’t afford it,” I say evenly, pushing my back against the counter to create distance between us. He is much too close. The mouthwatering smell of him is making me dizzy.

“You can afford it.” His jaw tightens and he glares down at me. “You won’t have to pay rent, because I own it.”

My eyes narrow and I tilt my head at him reproachfully.

I can’t let him know that I was listening to their conversation.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I growl.

He hisses, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Placing his hands on the bar on both sides of me, he cages me in yet again. Pushing in closer, so that we are a mere ifew inches away from each other, he replies, “Then you’ll stay with me. At my house.”

I hear Bart drop a glass behind the bar and curse.

I scoff, “With you? At your house?” Well if that didn’t spark a fit of giggles.”I’d rather sleep on the bar or at the train station,” I retort. “No thanks.”

my hair, and his lips barely graze my cheek on their way to my ear. I have to force myself to stand my ground although my instincts have me reeling backward. His breath warms my neck, and I could swear I

senses and causing me to tremble within. I can feel his arms closing in on each side of my frame. As if he is inching them closed around me, one tiny milimeter at a time. Electricity sparks when he presses himself closer

but the words catch in my throat as I feel the soft brush of

What the fuck is he

“Please. Just until we

drectly, nodding

gaze narrows at him, and he smirks, crossing

on purpose. He

must have seen me hiding back

out, poking him in the chest sharply. “But

stands on the other side of the counter. “That’s not necessary, because like

else. “It is necessary because I will be

what?” A thick velvety voice sounds from Domonic’s side and

is coated in an inch of make-up and her eyes are too close together, strangling the bridge of her pointy little nose.

she snarls, “I asked you

She’s taller than me.

I can take

then turn my attention back to

“Skank?!” She fumes.

adding another

this is none of your business. Go and get in the car.

Margo huh? Bleh. Boring,,,

She is sure to send me one more bitch face before her exit though and for that

Cunt.

his temple. “As I was saying, you won’t be

finger under my chin as if I were deep in thought. “Well, then no deal. Because I like this job and you aren’t going to keep me from

know, the condo is four miles up the hill. So, if you insist on keeping it, you will be

say, and its true, I do. “It’s great

trace over my hips. “You aren’t going

drive her

smirk, “There. You see? Bart will drive

to leave. “I’ll see you

give me the key now? I’d hate to infringe on your

ignores me, chuckling as

even like this guy! He could be a serial killer for

if Bart is reading my mind, he says, “Don’t worry, kiddo. Domonic’s an asshole, yeah, but

“Says you.”

time Bart closes up and I’ve repacked my backpack, it is thirty minutes past two in the morning. We get into his truck and head into the thick fog of the surrounding streets. There aren’t many cars left on the road and the limited streetlighting only adds to the eerie atmosphere. The moon is

far do you live from

“I only live a block over. Why?

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