The Secret Pack

Chapter Eight

The door opens and Joyce is about to walk out but stops when she sees me standing there. She is looking angry but tries to compose herself by smiling at me daringly. She crosses her arms on her chest, looking me up and down. I just stand there, not sure on what to do.

"Oh, look who it is. The runaway decides to show up." She grins. I guess​ she already forgot we aren't on speaking terms and that I don't like her. "I'm sorry but you're a bit late." She adds.

I smirk and place my hands in my pockets. Looking straight in her eyes, I decide to play along broadly.

"And why must that be?"

"Because I just had sex with him and we might have already conceived a child."

I laugh at her words, not believing any of it. Can this girl get a lot more desperate?

"Oh, good for you." I smile at her and she frowns not expecting that. "The thing is, I would know if he slept with anyone and this whole week, he didn't." I add. Well, that's a lie but not a completely lie because it is only possible if me and Elijah are completely mated, something which is yet to happen. So right now I wouldn't know if they had sex but I trust Elijah wouldn't do that to me.

"Joy, you left your underwear on my desk." Elijah says coming out of his office, blue underwear in his hands. My eyes scan his appearance, hair looking like someone run their hands in it, the shirt wrinkled and his belt off.

Did they really have sex?

"Kacper?" He asks, looking at me in disbelief.

"Elijah." I respond as calm as I can. Joyce sees the hole in my defense and she smiles going to Elijah and kissing his cheek.

"El-bear, I thought you were keeping this?" She trails her hand on his chest. Elijah does nothing, his gaze still on me. Only when Joyce becomes too bold with her touches, Elijah snaps.

"Leave!" He yells, successfully surprising Joyce and me.

Thinking he is yelling at me, I turn around leaving the couple there and make my way out of the house. I walk aimlessly away from the house.

I knew I shouldn't have left in the first place. Or maybe it's good I left because now I know where he and I stand. We will never make things work and I should just give up already. I feel the tears dropping down my cheeks, my breathing heavy and slightly shaking.

"Kacper!"

I hear him calling me. Why is he even following me? I don't want him to see me crying, so I start walking fast.

"Kacper!"

This time he sounds so close and I begin to run.

"Kacper! Will you stop running and let me talk to you?" He shouts and I am still running but he suddenly grabs me by my waist and holds me to him. My back pressed to his chest, his right arm on my waist and his left holding my hand. He rests his head on my shoulder, breathing softly on my neck which makes my body to tingle.

"I didn't mean you to leave. I was talking to Joyce." He whispers.

"Joyce huh? What happened to 'Joy'?" I push away from him and look his way. He sees my tear stained face and he frowns.

"I don't like seeing you cry." He mutters and brings his hands to my face, trying to brush the tears off. I swat his hands away and do it myself.

"You should like it since it's all you're doing." I snap at him.

"I didn't sleep with her Kacper. I wouldn't do that." He defends and I scoff at him then brush by him going back to the house. The least he could do is admit it not denying the obvious.