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.”

nose shifts into the long back tendrils of 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

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 to my chest. So strongly that

speak, but the words catch in my throat as I

God. What the fuck is

we can reinforce

drectly, nodding at me while I stand there panting for

and he smirks, crossing his arms

did all that shit on purpose. He was just

back there. That’s why he stopped in

out, poking him in the chest

up and back toward where Bart stands on the other side of the counter. “That’s not necessary, because like I said, I will not be charging

asshole really is something else. “It is necessary

for what?” A thick velvety voice sounds from

face is coated in an inch of make-up and her eyes

she snarls,

She’s taller than me.

I can

back to Domonic. “Can you walk

“Skank?!” She fumes.

behind me, his laughter adding another measure

and get in the car. We’re leaving.” Domonic

Margo huh? Bleh. Boring,,,

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

Cunt.

was saying, you won’t

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

just so you know, the condo is four miles up the hill. So, if you insist on keeping it, you will be spending a good amount of time

do. “It’s great for my ass,” I supply.

as they trace over my hips. “You aren’t going to be walking four miles

drive her

“There. You see?

Bart as he turns to leave. “I’ll see

key now? I’d hate to infringe on your

ignores me, chuckling as he

I don’t even like this guy! He could be a serial killer for all I

my mind, he says, “Don’t worry, kiddo. Domonic’s an asshole, yeah, but he’s a good

“Says you.”

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.

far do you live from the

smiles teaasingly, “I only live a

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