My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret)

My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) Chapter 83

Avery’s pov

As I watch him grab his things I could feel the bundle of excitement and nerves run through me with the thought of him and I in an enclosed space alone. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Christian came out of the back room and gave me a slight acknowledging nod which I returned with a smile. Xade had been rude to him, a bit too much. His eyes drift to Xade and then back to me.

“Are you two dating?” He questioned, sitting on the pull up bench.

I paused, completely taken aback by his sudden intrusive question that I didn’t know how to respond to. I could say no, I mean it was the only right answer to say seeing as we were actually not together.

But something in the back of my mind kind of wanted Xade to be the one to respond. He spared Christian an irritated glance. “Yes.”

My heart leaped into my throat and my knees grow weak. “Thought I told you she was taken?” A sleek rise of his eyebrow warned Christian silently to not overstep his boundaries.

But Christian being brave only lifts a shoulder into a shrug. “Thought you were referring to only training her,” he looked over at me, head tilted as he opened the cap of his bottle and bring the opening to his mouth. “You’re too pretty for him.” He winked, chuckling when Xade let out what sounded like-a-warning growl that made my stomach twist and turn.

“Let’s go.” Xade gritted, grabbing the last of his things and practically storming toward the entrance. I quickly follow after him, my tongue still heavy from his words earlier.

bring the car closer.”

It was pouring out and if I got into the heavy downpour I’d be soaked to the bone in seconds. I just nod, butterflies flapping wildly up my ribcage as I watch him run toward his car in the pouring rain.

I chewed on my lower lip, sighing. He was confusing, a mystery that I wanted to crack myself. I knew half of the reason I wanted to train was because I really craved to know him more and be near him, the other half…well those nightmares have rendered me feeling weak every night.

Knowing how to fight back, would not only ease my mind but perhaps I’d be able to fight back in my sleep too.

I stood there waiting, listening to the downpour of the rain hitting the gym’s roof. Having my thoughts to myself wasn’t good, now that I had no distraction, I’m swarmed with Xade’s earlier words.

A claim he had staked.

Had it been just to get at Christian or was he serious? I nervously toyed with my fingers, watching as the car pulled up in front of me.

Before I can put the hood over my head, Xade comes out and in a speeding dash, he is in front of me, throwing his hoodie over my head to keep me from getting wet.

My heart thrums, electricity running through me as his warmth and scent surrounds me while he ushers me to the passenger side of the car. He opens the door for me and I slide right in.

Once Xade was back behind the wheel, he started the car, not sparing me a glance which made me frown. I hated that one second he’s so sweet and kind to me then the next he’s cold and distant.

et out a breath, irritated. “You know,” I started sarcastically. “As far as I now, we aren’t a couple.”

saw the whiteness of his knuckles as he clenched the steering wheel in a ght grip, his jaw setting hard. Despite his clear tense demeanor, I ontinued. “So why lie and say we are?”

he tension in the car grew and it doesn’t help that the pelting of the rain ot louder. It’s deafly quiet, and the tension was slowly crawling in my roat and choking me.

waited and waited for his response, keeping my eyes only on him. The ain had soaked him to the bone, hair clinging to his forehead and ears, vater drops on his thick long lashes. He looked so beautiful. Like a rare ›eauty.

Would you have rather him flirt with you and make you uncomfortable?” His words pulled me out of my thoughts of him and my brows furrowed by the reply I got.

He spared me a glance and I’m startled by the oddness of color change in his eyes. Maybe I saw wrong. There was no way his eyes turned red.

Must be a lighting situation. No one’s eyes magically turn crimson, the color of blood. My imagination has gotten a bit wilder lately.

“I would rather you not lie,” I stressed in the word rather, watching his jaw tick. He pulled the car to a stop at a red light and turned to me.

Those blues are stormy and intense, causing a fire to awaken in my soul. I shuddered as my breathing picked up pace, my body quivering and my lips tingling as his eyes drop to them.

“As far as I know,” he looked back into my eyes, his eyes serious and unwavering. “That wasn’t a lie.”