A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 77

My eyes pried open as the door to my room cracked and I saw Zion dragging himself through and towards my bed. I had just closed my eyes not so long ago trying to sleep and the strain lingered in them now that I stared at my son.

"Zion, baby, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I couldn't sleep," he grumbled, already climbing onto the bed and crawling over to my side.

I pouted, "Oh honey, I'm sorry. Do you want to sleep with mommy?"

He bobbed his head, and I opened my arms to him, tightening them when he got into it. I kissed his hair and rested my head on the pillow.

Not long after he came into my arms, he fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep. I kinda saw these sleepless nights and unending thoughts coming, but I let my heart think for me.

The memories of what happened between me and Aaron at Zion's party kept me up. I didn't need a psychic to know my want for him had gotten out of control for a while now. My inability to control my desire for that man had led to what happened, and that wasn't the problem. The problem was the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about it, obsessing about it. The memories plagued my mind, making me want more, making me want him.

I was slowly falling into the pattern and my old ways. The feelings didn't leave like I thought they would. They remained, more than I expected.

It felt like a drug. He was my drug. One touch and I was back, needing more. He wasn't giving me more, however; he had given me nothing.

It's been two weeks since our encounter and his thoughtful message and since then I have gotten nothing. It didn't faze me at first. We were both people with lives and the fact that he wasn't hung up on what happened was a bonus to me. But the first day went by and the second day did the same and the third and the first week.

It felt as if nothing happened between us and I wasn't sure I like the idea of that, not when I thought about him and what happened every day. I didn't want to believe he moved on. Aaron wasn't that kind of man. He wasn't the man that would lead someone on, was he?

I wanted to call or something, but I didn't want to appear as the desperate one. I wasn't desperate, was I?

Fuck! I was desperate. I was desperate for him, for his touch, for his attention, for his kisses. It felt like a drug and staying two weeks without it didn't help.

I had seen him a few times since the birthday and a few times I've gone over to his place to pick Zion up. We have smiled at each other and then acted as if nothing happened between us. I didn't like it, but there was nothing I could do.

Or was there?

Shut up!

I got down and made my way into the house, my stomach tightening in agitation because I was about to confront the man that affected me like no other. The man I couldn't hide from.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the wide living area which appeared void of anyone and I made my way through it, minding my step and taking it slow.

I didn't want to run into anyone that wasn't Aaron. This outfit wasn't meant for them.

After a while of wandering around and not finding anyone, I realised my error. I should have called before coming. I dipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone to dial Aaron's number when I heard footsteps from behind. I stilled and the hair on my hair rose with each step taken until they were fully erect.

"You're an hour early." Aaron's voice came from behind, and I could feel his heated gaze on me.

I swallowed, knowing that as well. "I know," I admitted, feeling a little cold despite the jacket I had on. "I came to see you." I summoned the courage to say it out loud.