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.”

his head forward and I freeze. His 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 me reeling backward. His breath warms my neck, and I could swear I hear the beginnings of a groan. He whispers, “Then, either you take the condo,

I can feel his arms closing in on each side of my frame. As if he is

mouth to speak, but the words catch in my throat as I feel the soft brush of his

God. What the fuck is he

we can reinforce

my eyes drectly, nodding at me while I stand there panting for

gaze narrows at him, and he smirks, crossing his arms

all that shit on

seen me hiding back

the chest sharply. “But I get to keep

where Bart stands on the other side of the counter. “That’s not necessary, because like I said, I will

is something else. “It is necessary

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

manicured hand on his arm. Now that I am face to face with her, she doesn’t look nearly as cute as I first thought. Her face is coated in an inch of make-up and her eyes are too close together, strangling the bridge of her pointy little nose. She does have nice tits

eyes find mine and she

She’s taller than me.

I can

back to Domonic. “Can you walk your skank back to your table

“Skank?!” She fumes.

laughter adding another

of your business. Go and

Margo huh? Bleh. Boring,,,

door. She is sure to

Cunt.

“As I was saying, you won’t be

chin as if I were deep in thought. “Well, then no deal. Because I

at me, then chuckles darkly. “Fine. You can keep the job, but just so you know, the condo is four miles up the hill. So, if you insist on keeping it, you will

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

as they trace over my hips. “You aren’t going

her home,” Bart

“There. You see? Bart will

Bart as he turns to leave. “I’ll see you both

key now? I’d

ignores me, chuckling

even like this guy! He

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

“Says you.”

There aren’t many cars left on the road and the limited streetlighting only adds to the eerie atmosphere. The moon is only a quarter in and partially cloaked, so

far do you

only live a block over. Why? You

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