Amanda
For a moment, everything stood still as I took on his hard stare fixed on me.
The air tensed as his eyes traveled all over my body. Something about the way he looked at me sent a jolt running through me.
I didn't know what happened, barely settling in the stiffening moment, when it dawned on me, I was naked.
I struggled instinctively with the cloth trapped on my head, trying to put it on, but couldn't. It remained stuck, unable to go down nor up.
Shame clawed at me like a second skin as he couldn't take his eyes off me.
That point made me curse my existence and the entire situation that had brought me here. I just wished the floor would open and swallow me up.
I mean, how could my life take such a drastic turn in just seventy-two hours? I, who was once a lady with dignity, now stood here naked, feeling like the worst of whores.
And to think the beast in front of me was just there with that unreasonable look on his face, made my blood burn.
My arms struggled to pull off the cloth hanging on my head, but it refused to let go, until with one hard drag, it did.
The sound of the fabric tearing was the next thing that echoed through the entire room.
My eyes watered as I grabbed the shreds, using them to cover my breasts and panties, but it could only hide my breasts, not enough to conceal my panties.
"Damn," I cursed under my breath as those longing eyes never stopped staring at my underwear.
Something unreadable, something I couldn't quite place, suddenly flickered in his gaze as he moved closer.
My legs struggled to move backward. My lungs ran short of air as my breath came in quick strides.
My arms were still on my breasts when his warm hand grazed the area around my neck. So swift, so intentional, that for the next few seconds, my thoughts never stopped wondering how he had gotten so close.
I mean, the last I remembered, he had been four feet away from me.
God. I could hardly breathe under the intimidating presence of this man standing in front of me.
His warm breath fanning my neck was the next realization that dawned on me as I froze, my heart racing, my arms still clutching the fabric over my breasts.
"Why did you keep me waiting?" His breath fanned against my ear, but that moment didn't last long.
Not when my entire body stood still at the sight of someone standing at the door.
Alpha Ricardo.
I didn't know how long he had been there, but the moment I caught sight of him, my breath hitched. The entire room became so hot, so tense, that if wishes were horses, I would have wished to disappear.
Like I was staged naked; panties on, barely covering my breasts.
Shit. If I had been fast asleep as earlier when Ricardo left the room, it would have been more bearable than this.
Too much to take in all at once.
Alpha Nathan stiffened, drawing back swiftly and turning towards the door.
He stood like that for what felt like an eternity, though it was only two minutes.
He turned to face me, but this time, rage, irritation, and coldness all set in. His eyes lingered on me for a moment before he turned and left the room, only stopping by the door to look at his brother in the wheelchair before stepping out.
I didn't know what that meant, but whatever it was, wasn't my damn business. All that mattered was how the heck I was in such a mess, feeling worthless.
I inhaled sharply, my breath still ragged, my eyes still on the door, on the man who had made my life a living hell.
I mean, if I hadn't saved him, I wouldn't be here now, naked before two men who weren't my mate, naked and feeling like a worthless whore.
I wished he would just leave, but he never did. He remained there, his eyes still fixed on me.
Cold. Unreadable. Hard.
Like he was enjoying seeing me suffer, enjoying my discomfort, even though his expression never softened.
My eyes closed in silent pleading, only to open and see the cold frame of the door hanging ajar, he was gone.
"Meet me in my room."
His cold voice echoed behind the broken door.
Gosh. I slumped onto the bed, my back bouncing against it with force.
Exhaling sharply, I had thought I wouldn't survive this moment, but here I was, still breathing with the cursed dress still in my arms.
The cloth dropped to the floor with a force as my arms fell to my sides, trying to gain composure.
I didn't know how long I waited there until the thought of them coming back struck me so hard that I had to jump up, picking up the dress.
My eyes scanned it, only then realizing I hadn't unzipped it before putting it on. Now it was a mess. My eyes twitched with irritation as the torn part stared back at me like a plague.
I cursed under my breath, putting it on swiftly. At least it wasn't bad enough to expose my body too much. Better than staying in just my panties.
My ass sank onto the bed with a bang, and the heavy sound that followed jolted me. I rose up only to catch sight of the tray of food now on the floor.
Scattered across the ground were pancakes and coffee, a complete mess.
A sigh left my lips as the weight of everything dawned on me, too heavy to be real.
But then his last words echoed in my head, dragging my thoughts away from the mess I had unknowingly created.
"…in my room."
I barely settled on those words when I heard the sound of footsteps, my eyes darting towards the door.