Claimed By The Rogue Alpha novel Chapter 33

==Olivia==

The freakhead was at my door. What a pleasant surprise.

“What do you want?”

He quirked his brow and I refused to admit that they were cute. Then, his eyes happened upon my chest and he took them away.

I wrapped my arms around my chest. “What are you looking for?”

“I own this place, Olivia.”

“And?”

“Let me in.”

“No,” I said. Meanwhile, I yearned for his touch. Am I seriously saying this? Yes. I yearned for Matteo. I couldn’t express my frustration at how the ecstasy some minutes ago was just work of the mind. It wasn’t real. And here he was facing me. I mean, I could just leap on me, and ask him to fuck me the way he'd fucked that girl.

He sighed. “I'm not asking.”

“And I said no.”

“Look, I know you're mad, okay?”

I scoffed, blinking my eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Last night. You probably put two and two together.”

“I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.”

He rested his arm on the door pane. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Okay, so why then were you jerking off?”

Colour pulled out of my face. Absentmindedly, I slipped my arms off my chest. Then, my surprise was replaced by anger when I saw the glint in his eyes.

“Fuck you, Matteo. Fuck you.”

“We need to talk, Olivia.”

“And I said no. Listen, Matteo.” I pointed my finger at him. “That you own this place doesn’t give you the audacity to treat me as trash. I refuse to be…”

My eyes began to water. I inhaled. Breathe, girl. Breathe.

“I refuse to be subjected to such ill-treatment. So what if I fuck myself. Hell, yes, it's none of your business. It's my body and I’d damn do with it as I please.”

His eyes lingered on my face before they fell on my chest again. This time, I followed his gaze, and to my horror, I realised that my nipples were showing. Fuck, I had forgotten to put on a bra.

When I looked back at Matteo, he had his eyes on my face.

“Fuck off. In fact, go fuck that lady. Make her yell your name. At least that would bring back your ego,” I said. And shut the door on his face. I pressed my back on the door and slid down. Shutting my eyes, the tears trickled down. I cried. I cried because I wanted him. I knew I wanted him, and that sucked a hell lot.

==Matteo==

Of course, I was right. She'd seen me have sex. But why was she acting so furious? Like I'd cheated on her or something? Women. Women and their drama.

Olivia had insulted me. She'd spat obscenities on me and I stood there like a moron, watching her yell her insides out. I stood there like a weakling. At one point, I wanted to shut her up with a kiss. I’d had this feeling, I still had this feeling that she was jealous. I mean, what else would have made her jerk off while moaning my name? I shook my head. Enough with that. Enough with all the sex talks, something more important was at had.

Pete's death. Clearly, his death wasn't natural. I didn’t believe it was suicide either. Or was it? Pete could have been stricken with guilt and had resorted to ending his life. Was it that simple? There were other ways he'd have done that. Why choose a chimney? It was ridiculous. What was even more curious was the fact that the kind of chimneys that were in Fridgeton were the closed type. And the lid over them weighed kilos. So, that meant that Pete, as tiny as he was, made it all the way to the roof of the two-storeyed building, succeeded in taking off the kid and slipped inside. All that time wasted, when he could have easily run into a train, jumped into a lake(I heard there a lot of those in Fridgeton). Yet, he had chosen a more daunting method of dying.

I didn’t know why I was sounding this way. Making light of a person's death. But then, I didn’t know what to think anymore. Pete was dead, and that was bad. No matter how I saw him, he was still Olivia’s dad.

Once again, why do I care so much? I groaned. I was losing my fucking mind. I turned the other way and began making it downstairs. I needed to get off. I had to clear my head. Seriously.

I grabbed the kegs from the case, swung the door open and went for one of the SUV's.

This region was rural, bucolic, more or less. Even at that, I cherished it. It gave me the peace I craved.

Inserting the key in the ignition, the car came to life. I drove off and arrived about an hour later. No traffic. That just showed how far Brookehürt stretched.

The sign—Durrell’s sparkled from the very many studs sprinkled on it. I pulled up beside the main entrance and stepped. The air smelled of the city’s buzz. I got inside and was immediately taken by how princely the place looked. The walls coated in gold, the ceiling with an architectural design similar to that The Basilica. Light fixtures were hung almost in ever corner, taking this whole place from fancy to classy. It kinda looked like a museum, as there was quite enough space. Empty spaces. All the better, though.

A lady walked up to me. Judging from her matronly appearance, I was forced ti assume she was the manager.

“Good day, sir. Nice having you here.”

“I’d like some really nice gowns.”

She nodded, smiling. “I’m sure we've got what you'd like.”

I followed her as she walked to a section in the room. Dresses—gowns were careful hung on racks.

“Do you have anything specific in mind,” she asked.

With my eyes still fixed on the clothes, I said, “I don’t know…something suitable for someone 21.”

“Okay. Well, would you like me to help you make a selection”

?I looked at her, then returned my attention to the clothes.

“Yes.”

She smiled. “Right this way.”

She began scanning through the clothes and in not time, came back some items. I didn’t bother to scrutinise them; I trusted her judgement.

I made my payment and headed outside. I walked straight to my car, dumbed the items at the backseat and then took my position at the diver’s side. A voice in my head asked: who's those for? Why did you get them?

The answers to those…left my tongue-tied.