Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon) novel Chapter 81

Frightened, I immediately stopped talking.
My body couldn’t take another go round of Greyson’s sexual appetites.
I looked at him, feeling a sense of loss, though.
He wasn’t angry, which meant that he wasn’t Griffon.
For some reason, I was upset, so I turned my back to him and closed my eyes.
I didn’t know why, but although this man wasn’t Griffon, something told me he wouldn’t hurt me, that he would keep me safe.
***
After she fell asleep, the man pulled her back into his arms.
He held her in his arms and gently caressed her back.
***
I was so tired that I fell asleep soundly. In a daze, I dreamed of the young man from before again.
In my dream, he raised his foot, aimed at my heart, and kicked it hard.
He also broke my fingers one by one, slapped me hard.
I was lying on the ground, curled up in pain, but I reached out to him and said, “Silas, it hurts. It hurts…”
***
Her murmurs reached the man’s ears, and the hand rubbing her back froze instantly.
He stared at the woman in his arms for a long time, then pushed her away, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left.
When the man closed the door, Taya muttered softly, “Griffon…”
***
I dreamed that Griffon hugged me to sleep and cared for me as if he were caring for someone he loved deeply.
When I woke up, the emotion from my dream lingered, warming me.
It was still dark in the presidential suite. I touched the space next to me and found that it was cold.
He had left. I heaved a sigh of relief, got up, and opened the French windows.
The moment the curtains slid to the side, the sun shined in, bathing the area in bright rays.
Only then did I realize how big the suite was.
It occupied the entire floor.
The bed we’d been in was a huge round bed, covered in white sheets, pillows and blankets that were softer than anything else I’d laid in.
The tub in the bathroom was huge.
There was even a kitchen and a study.
I’d expected something like a hotel room, but this as far beyond that. And every inch of it was dripping in luxury.
It seemed that Mr. Greyson was very rich.
After exploring the suite, I picked up my phone.
This time, I’d slept until four o’clock in the afternoon! Holy smokes! The day was practically gone.
I quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up and then hurried down to the receptionist so I could check out of the room.
However, the receptionist told me this suite was exclusive to Greyson and there was no need to check out.
Once again, I was shocked. Nightshade was the largest, most luxurious, opulent entertainment resort in Arcadia. How could he have an exclusive presidential suite? Who the hell was this guy?
“Do you know the name of Mr. Greyson?”