Page 51 of Obsessed Alphas: Volume Two

Panic and doubt sink in at the reality of my situation. I’m alone in bed after giving a sexy mobster my virginity like the naive girl I am. Could I have been played? Was he aware that I knew who he was before we met?

I sit up in the bed, pulling the covers to my breasts which are insanely tender just like my core that throbs and aches without having taken a step. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and examine the room. It’s almost the same as I left it except for a large bouquet of yellow and red roses. Staring at them for a long time, I wonder if he brought them in himself before leaving me.

I climb off the bed, adjusting the bedsheet so I don’t trip. Rushing to the dresser, I bend down and breathe in the smell, smiling to myself. My heart thumps wildly as I grab the hotel stationery attached to the flowers. I plop down on the lounge chair near the window to read his note.

In a stiff, strong handwriting, he writes: My beauty and glory. I miss you already, but I had to go. My men have been warned that no one is to approach your door without your permission, or they will pay heavily for it. I will return in two days’ time, where we will prepare for our wedding. I’ve sent a message to your phone with my number. Do message me at any time. I will try to reply quickly, but I’m afraid it may take some time. Thank you, my love. Rest and food will be delivered when you are ready.

Yours, Cormack

I know where he’s at so the fact that he did this before he left this morning means so much more than he knows. Even though I understand it’s inappropriate and so out of character, I drop my sheet, grab my cell phone, and the roses.

Perhaps this can help with missing me a bit.

After I hit send, I dash into the shower because I’m too chicken to wait for his response. “What is he going to think of me?” I ask myself, washing up after last night’s intense experience. As much as I want to just lay in bed, I’m extremely hungry and could use a serious dose of caffeine. My phone rings, and I think it’s Cormack, but it’s my father. Shit. I’m busted.

“Good morning, Papa, or is it goodnight?” I asked, attempting to distract him from his tirade that’s to come, considering all the rules I broke. I’m sure he’s pissed and scared, which is all my fault, but I’m an adult and should be allowed to travel as I please.

“It’s night here, but that also depends on where you are. I’m assuming you’re still in Europe, right?”

“I am.”

“Why would you run away from your security detail? It’s their job to protect you?” he barks out, which I get is just his fear sinking in and he’s letting it out.

As much as I understand where he’s coming from, I feel like he’s a bit overdramatic. “We don’t have enemies in the UK. Besides, I’m safe.” At least, so Cormack says. Goodness, I’ve fallen into Cormack’s sexy promises and let my naivete rule my head.

“Safe? You’re a beautiful young woman all alone. You need to watch crime shows like your sister because the risk is real. You may be tough, and you can fight some, but you’re no match for a man who will take what you aren’t willingly giving.”

“I understand, Papa. You’re worried, but I promise I’m okay. I am in my hotel room where I’ll be staying for most of the day. I’m even having food delivered. Anyway, I’m an adult and don’t want to be tattled on like I’m a child.”

“It’s their job.”

“To protect me.”

“They can’t protect you if they lose your whereabouts. Besides, I figured out you’re somewhere in Ireland. Now give me your hotel information, or I’ll pull your credit card records and find out for myself.” I really need to start earning my own money. It’s a pity they never let me have a job while I was going up.

“Yes, I’m in Dublin as it happens, and I’m enjoying a little of the beauty before I return.”

“I will keep them at a distance if it makes you happy, but I don’t want you too far from them. I love you, my princess.”

“I love you, too. Give Mama my love as well.”

“She wants you to call her and at least text your sister. Aria’s jealous of the beauty in the UK.”

“Well, you could always send her here with me,” I offer, knowing damn well that’s a negative.

He chuckles, “Not a chance.”

“Well, I’ll tell her I tried,” I answer with a giggle. My papa is a good man and really loves both of us despite how much grief we give him.

After I hang up with him, I call my mother, who chides me, of course, but at the same time cheers me on to enjoy a fun trip.

When I call my sister, she answers instantly, “Hey, girl. I thought you’d call me by now. It’s been two whole days, did you finally run into that guy yet?”

“I have but keep quiet, big mouth,” I hiss, pulling out my makeup bag just in case Cormack comes back to surprise me again.

“Whatever. Mama and Papa just went out for a nice evening together. I’m chilling in my art studio. I need you to do me a favor, by the way.”

“What?” I have an idea what it is, but I want her to say it.