Her Alpha's Sweet Traps

~Alistair~

“When are you going to ask for my number?” She suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was fiddling with her fingers, and wasn’t even looking up.

“You forgot to ask for it again, didn’t you? It means it’s not important to you then,” She said, looking up at me.

“I didn’t forget. How could I?” I lied. Then, backing up the lie I had just told, I added, “Since we’re going to drop you off at home, do I really need to ask for your number again? I could just come and see you whenever I want to,” I said to her, removing a strand of hair that was in her face.

She chuckled, as a pink blush swept through her cheeks. “You’re good with words, I’d give you that,” She said.

“I am? Well, I meant every word I said,” I lied.

“I know you did. So, what if you come to see me and I’m not in the need to see anyone? If you have my number, you could just easily call me, and I’ll tell you that I’m in my feelings, so that you won’t show up and waste your time,” She asked, subtly.

“Coming to see you will never be a waste of time, and on the contrary, I think you’d always want to see me. Didn’t you ask for a ride because you wanted to see more of me, when you could have easily requested for an Uber?” I retorted in a gentle tone.

She gave a muffled chuckle. “Honestly, calling for an Uber didn’t cross my mind,” She said.

“Of course, it didn’t cross your mind, because all that was on your mind was just to see more of me,” I told her, drawing closet to her.

“Are you really flirting with me right now?” She asked, biting her lower lip seductively.

“Take a guess,” I said, and without waiting for a reply, locked my lips with hers.

At first, she was numb and I could tell that she was trying to resist the urge to kiss me back, but when I circled my tongue around hers, she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back like her life depended on it. A groan escaped from my mouth, and I drew her closer to me, loving the way she tasted in every little way. She moaned softly when my hands pressed against her soft full breasts, while my lips were still crushed fully against hers.

My groan turned into a suppressed growl, and my claws shot out. I opened my eyes immediately and removed my lips from hers, while her eyes remained closed, waiting for me...longing for me.

I watched as my claws sank back in, and I smacked her head jokingly. As soon as I did that, her eyes flew open, and she began to rub her forehead gently.

“What did you do that for?” She asked.

“To wake you up, obviously, and yes, I was flirting with you,” I said, answering the last question she had asked before my emotions had taken over.

“I wasn’t sleeping though,” She said, glaring at me.

“Whatever you say,” I said, with my hands put up in surrender, and all I did was look out in the window, leaving her to wonder if she was a bar kisser.

I could sense that she was furious; but who wouldn’t be? I had led her on only to leave her wanting more, without finishing what I had started. I wanted to apologise to her, but if I did, I’d need to come up with a very good explanation for my actions, and I was done with cooking up stories all in the name of explanations for today.

“That’s where I live,” Eliana said thirty minutes after our awkward kissing situation, pointing at a huge mansion that was covered in diamonds.

My mouth flew agape. “You guys have never been robbed?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Even if anyone wanted to, they won’t be able to. They’ll be gunned down immediately,” She said.

“You’re a real-life American princess to be honest,” I said, amazed at not how big her mansion was, but at how her parents could cover it all up with real diamonds. I was so sure my family had more money then they did, but why were they so stupid? Of what use were the diamonds to anyone as they were used as a means of decoration? Truly, a lot of people are mad, but only a few are roaming the streets.

“Latin-American princess,” She corrected, then picked up her purse.

“You’re Latin-American?” I asked, acting like I dint know.

“You can tell from my brown skin,” She said with a wink, and stepped out of the car, whose door was being held by Mr Coleman.

I alighted from the other end, opening the door by myself for the first time in years, and walked over to where she stood. We had stopped in front of the big black gate that shielded her mansion, which was the last building of an estate covered with trees and gardens.

“So, this is where I say Vale,” She said, wearing a smile.

“I’d assume it means goodbye,” I said to her.

“You’re not wrong,” She said.

I handed my phone over to her, then asked her to punch in her digits.

Smiling, she put in her number, and handed the phone back to me.

“I’ll give you a call as soon as I can,” I said, saving her number.

“Okay. Take care of yourself. I’ll be expecting your call,” She said, then without warning, she put her arms around me giving me a warm embrace, and I hugged her back tightly, like I was never going to see her again.

However, it was crystal clear that I was going to be seeing more of her. Her heartbeat was steady, signalling that she didn’t suspect any foul play or wasn’t planning anything herself, but how fast will her heart pound when she realises that I wasn’t going to give her a call as soon as I could just because I wanted to get to know her more, but because she was all I needed for my master plan? That would be the most satisfactory thing ever.