Life After the Storm novel Chapter 62

I hear a knock at the door, I get up, not very enthused. I do not want to go and have dinner with him. I force myself to open the door, knowing That This has to happen, we need to figure out what is coming and how we can protect our pack. He looks at me and smiles. “Hello Lilly, you look beautiful. Are you ready?”

I roll my eyes at him and I don't speak. I walk out the door and try not to touch any part of his body. But there isn't enough space as my stomach rubs against his waist, I instantly become wet In between my legs letting out a soft moan not meaning to or even realizing it. I then become embarrassed, hoping that he did not notice or hear me. But when I look up at him, I see the big smile on his face and I know he heard. I begin to blush, not being able to help it. I then bite my bottom lip, trying to control my body from wanting to rip his fucking clothes off his body.

“The car is downstairs, Lilly, it is waiting for us. I hope you don't mind going out for dinner. I figured it would be nice to get away from here for a little, anyway.”

“Yes, that would have been nice to get away from here if it wasn't with you and with someone I actually liked.”

I can see the disappoint in his face from my words he then says, “I know it's going to be hard Lilly, but we need to learn how to tolerate each other, especially in front of our pack they cannot see that we do not get along They will lose faith in us.”

I roll my eyes at him but say nothing back to him, It makes me angry knowing that he's right, but I still want to criticize everything he says and does even though I know I need to respect him, well, at least in front of the pack members. I don't want anyone to see any kind of weakness to doubt us as their leaders.

I look at him, “Fine, I will respect you in front of our pack, but don't think I will show you any kind of respect when we are alone.”

“Thank you, Lilly,”

As we are walking out to the car, it is quiet. I guess we both have nothing else to say. As he goes to open the door for me, I push it away, then feeling the spark from his hand. It makes me jump, not in a bad way, but in a good way that confuses me. I have never felt such pleasure. I try to forget about how it felt, so I focus on my anger. “I don't need you to open the door for me, I can do it myself. You don't need to do anything for me.”