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.”

ground although my instincts

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

the

we can reinforce the security in

my eyes drectly, nodding at

at him, and he

shit on purpose. He was just

me hiding back

out, poking him in the chest sharply. “But I get to keep

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

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

thick velvety voice sounds from Domonic’s side and I know without looking that it’s

Her face is coated in an inch of make-up and her eyes are too close

mine and she snarls,

She’s taller than me.

I can take

turn my attention back to Domonic. “Can you walk your skank back to your

“Skank?!” She fumes.

adding another measure of

Go and

Margo huh? Bleh. Boring,,,

door. She is sure to send

Cunt.

was

if I were deep in thought. “Well, then no deal. Because I like this job and you aren’t going to

keep the job, but just so you know, the condo is four miles up the hill. So, if you insist on keeping it, you

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

over my hips. “You aren’t going to be

her home,” Bart

smirk, “There. You see? Bart will

as he turns to leave. “I’ll

the key now? I’d hate to

me, chuckling as

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

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

“Says you.”

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 only a quarter in and

you live from

only live a block

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