Chapter 95 – Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

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“I don’t care who was in control, I want to know details, dimensions. How was it, was he huge? How does he look naked? Does he look as good as I imagine?”

“JUNIPER!” I snapped at her. “You’re married.”

“So, I’m not looking, I’m asking for information for educational purposes.”

“You mean imaginational purposes. You just want a good mental image.”

“So, as long as it’s just in my head it doesn’t matter.”

“You’re horrible.”

“No, I’m not. And I love Paul with all of my heart, that will never change, but come on girl, we’ve all been dying to know about the Alpha for years.” I laughed at her, shaking my head in disbelief. “Riviana?” She pleaded one last time.

“He’s hot as hell.” I finally answered. “I don’t think there’s an ounce of fat on that man’s body. He is all muscle and sex, and more muscle or more sex. I don’t know which. He’s amazing.”

“What about size, how was it?”

“I didn’t look directly at it, by the time he got himself fully undressed I was a little dazed, but it definitely felt very, uh, large.” I struggled to get those words out and Juniper cackled at my embarrassment.

“Riviana, you’ve definitely got your ‘hands’ full, don’t you?” We both laughed at that, even though my face was on fire.

I spent the afternoon with Juniper. She stayed for lunch and kept me company until it was almost dinner, but she had to get back home. Before she left though, I gave her a warning.

“Juniper, don’t tell anyone about this.” I said sternly through clenched teeth. I didn’t want to be embarrassed the next time I saw the guys.

“Don’t worry, Rivia, no need to make it an order, girl talk stays between girls.”

I was prepared to have dinner alone in my room again. I hadn’t actually left my room all day and didn’t plan to. But when I heard someone coming down my hall, I knew that my evening was going to be different than I had planned.

I was sitting at my table, trying to appear composed, when Joaquin came in. He didn’t knock today. ‘Is this how things are going to be from now on? He’s just going to walk in without knocking now’

“Hello Joaquin.” I said sitting up as straight in my chair as I could. I saw that he was not empty handed. “What is that?” Joaquin smirked.

“I thought we could have dinner together.” He looked confident, and a little smug, but I couldn’t help but feel a little excited that he was here. But there was also a hint of nervousness.

He was carrying a box that was filled with delicious smelling food. It smelled like comfort foods. I could smell burgers, fries, and chicken. What exactly was he planning?

“I was just planning on having dinner.” I told him, letting him know that I was indeed hungry.

“Well, I gave Abigail the night off, so you would have no luck if you don’t eat with me.” He thought he had planned everything perfectly to force me to have dinner with him, it was kind of funny. I wanted to mess with him.

“You know, I could always go down to the kitchen and cook for myself.” I smiled as I spoke the words flatly. His face fell and he faltered momentarily.

“No, but I have dinner here. We should eat together.” He didn’t expect me to say no and the way he responded was very cute.

“Joaquin, you’re so adorable.” I was laughing at him but he didn’t seem to like that. He set the box down on the table and stalked toward me.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” He loomed over me, one hand on each of the arms of my chair as he leaned forward to bring his face closer to mine.

“Yeah, I do.” I smiled happily. “Don’t you think so too?” I asked him, batting my eyelashes.

“Hmmm. Funny isn’t what comes to mind when I think of you.” His voice rumbled into my ear as his lips moved against flesh. “Scrumptious, irresistible, unpredictable. Now those are things that come to mind when I think of you.

I hummed with pleasure as Joaquin pressed his lips to mine. I couldn’t believe how much I had changed. How easy I was finding all this. But I really did want him, need him.

My stomach growled, loudly, right as Joaquin was getting into the kiss. He had just put his hand on the back of my neck to deepen it when I had to go and ruin it.

“I get the message. Dinner first, then dessert.” He was smiling at me hungrily with dark passionate eyes. I used to think those eyes meant he was angry with me, but I think I had made a lot of mistakes over these last few months.

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Riviana

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I had thought that dinner would be awkward, what with the tense start and interrupted kiss. But we sat and ate the food he brought with no tension and easy conversation.

“So, why the grease trap for dinner?” I asked him.

“You don’t like it?” He seemed surprised.

“I never said that, this is right up my alley. It just doesn’t seem like yours”

“Why, because I’m rich?”

“Obscenely so.”

“That’s stereotyping, you know that right?” Joaquin was joking with me as he wiped his hands on a napkin. The food had been greasy, but delicious, but it just wasn’t something I could imagine Joaquin being into with the high class food he was probably used to eating.

“I’m not trying to stereotype. But, I’m sure you’re used to more expensive, and upscale foods.”

“Do we typically eat that upscale food here?” He was smiling at me like he was enjoying himself.

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