Chapter 67: _ Don’t Make My Mate Cry
Gamma Rhett stumbled back a step, taken aback by my sudden lunge. If it were , I’d be as shocked by my actions too. I had always been against physical touches between us and yet, I was the one initiating one now.
His hands that previously tucked in his pockets, shot out instinctively to catch . I could feel the surprise flickering across his face and even in his... Touch. He wrapped his hands around , jaw on my head.
I could swear that he was sniffing
in lilena dog. For a heartbeat, we stood frozen. His solid form was a stark contrast to my trembling fra.
I felt like an egg right now. One that would shatter to pieces of Gamma Rhett dared to let
go. This was beginning to get bigger than - just as he’d always said.
This was wrong but it felt so- right.
"Isleen...?" He murmured.
To God, the concern in his tone, however faint, acted as a dam breaking within . The sobs that I had held at bay erupted in a gush. My body was wracked with uncontrollable tremors.
I cried and cried out my tears onto his jacket.
My face was in the crook of his neck as I clung to him desperately. He held
tightly in a sort of protectiveness that assured
that I’d never know tears again should I give this man a chance.
The fact that he was so surprised and yet, he wrapped his hands around
instinctively showed how much he cared- knew that I needed him.
My sobs gradually subsided, leaving
with a trail of hiccups and sniffles. I pulled back slightly, my eyes red-rimd and glistening with leftover tears. Sha burned in my chest. I felt awful for my impulsive actions.
"I— I shouldn’t have done that," I whispered, head hung low.
His voice didn’t seem like he was annoyed at all. "Sothing’s wrong. I’d like to know what." He asked again.
"I just wanted that closure." I breathed, forcing myself to glance up but I failed woefully at maintaining my composure under his gaze.
"It would be better," he began, his gaze eting mine, "if we weren’t out here like this."
Oh, right. I shouldn’t have foolishly done that while we were out in the open.
"Isleen, why don’t you co with ? To my car. We don’t want to be spotted by anyone, would we?"
His words hit
with an odd sense of unease. Why was he concerned about being seen?
We weren’t doing anything wrong. Or wait...
Were we?
Yes. Hugging Kylo’s Dad passionately like that. That was more than wrong.
My brow furrowed in confusion. "Where did you park?" I finally managed.
"Sowhere far from your house," he replied, an enigmatic quality in his tone.
"Why?" I pressed.
I suspected that mischievous tone in his voice.
A pause hung in the air. He said nothing but rely gazing at
who was doing everything but to look at et his seductive eyes.
Then, to my complete and utter shock, a smile touched his lips – a genuine, unguarded smile that felt like a crack of light piercing the darkness of the night.
He extended a hand towards . "Why don’t you co with , Isleen? And I’ll answer your question."
I stared at him, bewildered. "Hold your hand? Are you serious, Gamma Rhett? We’re trying to avoid getting spotted, and that’s exactly what holding hands would do."
His smile faded as he scoffed. "Do you really think that’s what worries ? I just want so ti with you where no one can interrupt. I am not afraid of being seen with you."
"What?" I blurted out, completely taken aback. How much this man could manage to speak rationally and absurdly at the sa ti needed to be studied.
"But... but you should be worried about us being seen together like this. Embracing... it creates the wrong impression. People will get the wrong idea."
Gamma Rhett turned fully towards , and his normally impassive face held an intensity that sent tingles down my spine. "It’s not the wrong impression, Isleen. It’s the right one."
Oh, Lord. This MAN!
"But Gamma... I’m dating Kylo—your son!" I managed to squeak out.
How could he be like this? How was he not seeing the wrong in this?
"But he’s not your mate," he countered, his voice firm and unwavering. "I am."
Frustration flared within . "Forget that thought, Gamma Rhett! We can never be together. It goes against everything..."
"Forget the thought that we can’t be together," he shot back. "I won’t."
I wanted to be respectful, but his persistent claims wouldn’t let . Was he sick in the head?
Why was he suddenly this possessive of ? It seed he had decided that we’d either be together or be nothing.
"What is your problem?" I cried out, my voice shaken with exasperation.
He scoffed again, the sound almost mocking. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He knew exactly what he wanted. Unlike... .
Without another word, he turned and resud his walk. "Co," he instructed curtly, "and discover what my problem is."
My feet remained rooted to the spot as I watched him disappear into the shadows ahead.
Should I follow?
Was this worth the risk of further complications?
What if we did sothing impulsive yet again?
Yet, a strange curiosity burned within . I felt like I wanted to be apart from this man and wanted to be with him at the sa ti.
More than that, I realized this might be my best chance to reject him once and for all, to clear the air.
I would reject him as I had previously planned.
With a sigh, I began to walk. I swallowed a lump down my throat as I studied the way he walked. He took practiced steps and well-mannered strides.
No one gave his back view the right to look as good as it did. As seductive as it did...
Following his fading figure, I reached a hidden clearing where a sleek, black car stood in the moonlight.
Rhett opened the passenger door. "Get in, Isleen," he said in a command.
"Why?" I demanded, my suspicion rising.
He leaned against the car, his arms crossed. "We wouldn’t want to risk getting spotted, would we?"
The sarcasm was unmistakable, and it stung. He was playing gas with , twisting my words, and it was infuriating!
Gamma Rhett, the epito of aloofness, was suddenly playful and... flirtatious. It was as if I were staring at a stranger, not the stoic Gamma I thought I knew.
But I knew, deep down, that my only option was to confront this head-on, to reject him firmly and finally. I would get in that car, listen, and then put an end to the madness.
I entered the car.
The mont I was in the car, I saw his smile broadened. "Thanks for coming in," he said, but I remained silent.
I could feel my hands trembling. My sweaty palms were enough to depict my fear. Being with him alone like this....
My Wolf loved it. She wanted
to do forbidden things with him right here and now. It was hard shaking her off. She needed to know that this man would never be ours.
Sensing my unease, he probed, "Care to tell
what went wrong with you?"
"It doesn’t matter." I shook my head.
This man already didn’t know that his son had broken up with
and he was already like this. If he knew that I and Kylo weren’t together anymore, he might as well claim
right here and now.
"Let’s talk about our initial reason for arranging this eting, Gamma Rhett."
I heard a groan emanating from him or was it my ears hearing things?
"That can wait. I want to know what is so bad enough that it makes you cry. If it makes you cry, then we discuss it."
Why?
Because he was my dad?
Wished I could throw that in his face but I had already disrespected him enough for a day.
"It’s nothing. I and Kylo just had a little— urm, misunderstanding." I insisted, avoiding his scrutiny.
He let out a sound that sounded like a scoff and grimace at the sa ti. "If only Kylo wasn’t my son, I’d have had a few words with him about the consequences of making my mate cry. However, the only solution I can see to this is that you two end this madness. Split up for you are doing more damage to each other and I tell you, worse is coming."
What the hell was this man thinking of whenever he spouted words as such? The hell...?!
How could he carelessly suggest his son and his girlfriend breaking up? Even when he knew how much Kylo loved ?
Kylo loved
so much that he was willing to let go of
because he thought it’d bring
happiness. He had no idea what it would bring
was his Dad instead.
Poor Kylo.
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