Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 90

“Thanks, Olivia,” he said, relief in his tone. “Just knock when you get there. I’ll let him know”

The call ended, but the unease didn’t. I stared at my food, now completely cold, and pushed it aside.

The rest of the afternoon crawled by. I kept trying to rehearse what I’d say–how to keep things polite, professional, how to ignore the knot in my chest that still hadn’t gone away since last night. By the time I stepped out of my apartment, night had fallen, and the penthouse lights glowed faintly overhead.

I took the elevator up, carrying the small bag Mike had left with the fresh gauze, ointments, and pain relief meds.

When the doors slid open, I stepped into the dim hallway, the familiar silence wrapping around me like fog.

My feet stopped in front of his door.

I raised a hand. Then hesitated.

This was just a favor. A simple favor.

That’s what I told myself before I finally knocked Alpha

Alexander’s bedroom.

“Come in, Alexander’s voice called from inside–cool and composed as ever.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. The lights in the bedroom were dim, shadows gathered in the corners, and Alexander sat on the edge of the bed in a plain black shirt and lounge pants. His back was straight, one arm braced lightly on the nightstand. He looked up as I entered, his expression

unreadable.

“I heard…” I cleared my throat. “I heard you needed your dressing changed.”

He gave a small nod. “Mike’s busy!”

So are a dozen nurses in this city, I thought, but kept it to myself.

“Where’s the medicine cabinet?”

He gestured to the locker room without looking.

it quietly

and cold. Just like

sat down beside the kit and took a breath.

again

antiseptic bottle and fumbled for a cotton pad. His wound was on his lower back… which

I paused.

taken off his

Was he… waiting?

me, calm, like he had all the time in the world. There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment in his gaze–just patience. Or indifference. I couldn’t tell which one made me feel more

planning to drug

“What?” I blinked.

tilted his head slightly. “You’ve been staring at my back

while now!”

“No–I’m just… I mean,

raised an eyebrow, still unmoving. “Then

I froze. “What?”

move to help. “Unless you want me to

stitches.”

Chapter 90

head let out a dramatic

not

I muttered under

“What?” Alexander asked, amused.

I stared at his shoulder and refused

“I’ll do it.”

expression didn’t change. He simply

thighs to dry the sudden sweat. My fingers reached

slowly, quietly.

medical

That’s all.

undress you,” I said–more to myself than to

for his