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.”

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

with his closeness. The delicious pine scent of his aftershave filtering through my senses and causing me to tremble within. I can feel his arms closing in on each side of

but the words catch in my throat

What the fuck is

whispers gently, “Please. Just until we can reinforce the security in your

meets my eyes drectly, nodding at me while I

at him, and he smirks,

He did all that shit on

have seen me hiding back there. That’s why he stopped

him in the chest sharply.

other side of the counter. “That’s not

– this asshole really is something else. “It is necessary because I will be

sounds from Domonic’s side and I know

tenses as she places an artfully 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 though. The bitch. But one

mine and she snarls, “I asked

She’s taller than me.

can take

back to Domonic. “Can you walk your

“Skank?!” She fumes.

howls behind me, his laughter adding another measure of

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

Margo huh? Bleh. Boring,,,

around, making her way toward the door. She is sure to send me one more bitch face before her exit though and for that I

Cunt.

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

if I were deep in thought. “Well, then no

the job, but just so you know, the condo is four miles up the hill. So,

like walking,” I say, and its true, I do.

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

can drive her

see? Bart will drive

as he turns to leave.

now? I’d hate to infringe on

ignores me, chuckling as

I don’t 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,

“Says you.”

road and the limited streetlighting only adds to the eerie atmosphere. The moon is only a quarter in and partially cloaked, so my view of the landscape around me is suppressed. On our way up the steepest of hills,

do you

live a block over.

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