THE ALPHA'S TOY

Chapter 7 : Dealing with mild irritabilty 101

He stormed off the living room like he was tracked by the FBI, leaving me on the floor, confused.

What the hell was that?...

I slowly breathed out and started putting my books inside my bag with shaky hands while trying to process what just happened. Everywhere he touched me was burning, I could almost feel my blood running hot in my veins.

I didn't hate it at all, which is just plain awful.

Oh my godness! Did I like it? Do I like him? Ew, no! I don't, what the hell?

After a few moments, he walked back in the room and stared down at me and once he noticed I was still in the same attire, he averted his eyes from my half naked self.

"I called someone to take you home, why are you still naked?" he said looking away from me, staring at the wall like it had the meaning of life written on it.

I have a better question, why are you avoiding eye contact when two minutes ago you were trying to pull my shirt off my body and scrutinizing me?

"What the hell was that just now?" I stood up, confused and irritated and he flinched and turned his body completely away.

"Get dressed, now" he ordered and I couldn't believe my ears.

Is he seriously getting shy over me being half naked when he was the one who got me like this in the first place? He literally suggested "strip poker" with a big smug smile a minute ago, what's his deal?

I stood there silently for a second than narrowed my eyes at him.

Is this another joke? Pretending he's dumb and now pretending he's shy and modest. I'm tired of this. I'm not dealing with this. I can't keep up.

I wish I would snap into the same moods as him as fast as he did and meet his insanity but unlike him, I'm a well balanced individual.

I took a step towards him and he tensed.

"what the hell is your game?" I hissed and his clenched his fist.

"Alexa, for your own good, don't come any closer..." he growled while taking a step back from me and it seemed like his voice got deeper.

For my own good, are you fucking kidding me? He was making it sound like I was about to rape him.

He can't just undress me, slap me on the ground, fondle me and then leave me hanging.

It's not that I want him to finish what he started; I'm just annoyed at the fact that he's treating me like a rag when moments ago his big hands were in my hair.

I'm tired of this. Whatever games he thinks he can play with me ends now. I started stomping my feet heavily on the ground and pushed his left shoulder back so he'd face me.

"Listen to me carefully you sensless goon..." I started and then my mouth sealed shut the minute I locked eyes with him. I was going to go into an hour long rant about how he can't treat people like his play toys like I always do and then he'd smirk and it would be like I didn't say anything and he'd retort with something smart of perverted, but this time something was different, his look, his eyes, they weren't mocking or playful like usual, they were dark, serious and intimidating. 

I was still angry, I was just a tad less confident now.

He looked at my blouse angrily then back at me.

"Get dressed!" he growled menacing. His husky voice almost made my knees buckle.

I don't know why but if I was in boots I'd be shaking in them.