Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258

‘Will there be anything else, Ms. Hale?” Jensen asked.

“No, thank you,” I replied, waiting until he left before exploring further. As soon as the door closed, I let out a long, shuddering breath and kicked off my shoes, sending them flying across the plush carpet.

I searched through the closet, finding only Drake’s clothes neatly unpacked. “Of course,” I muttered bitterly. I slammed the closet door shut, frustration mounting.

After a hot shower, I had no choice but to pull on my same work clothes – the jeans and thin blouse I’d worn all day at the hospital. They felt rough against my clean skin, and the thought of sleeping in them made me even more irritated. I folded the blouse carefully and laid it aside, deciding to sleep in just my jeans and undershirt.

The bed was sinfully comfortable, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. I tossed and turned, the denim of my jeans chafing uncomfortably against my legs. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and I drifted into a restless sleep curled into a tight ball on the far edge of the mattress.

I awoke briefly when the bed dipped hours later. Drake’s scent–now tinged with alcohol and cigarette smoke from the card game–filled my nostrils. His cold hands slid under my shirt, and I instinctively jerked away, my body recoiling.

“Jesus Christ, you’re freezing,” I mumbled, half–asleep and sneezing at the strong smell of smoke. I buried my face deeper into the pillow, trying to escape both his touch and the offensive odor.

“And you’re wearing jeans to bed,” he said, his voice husky with amusement and something darker. “You can’t possibly be comfortable.”

*I don’t have anything else to sleep in,” I retorted, more awake now. I rolled onto my back to glare at him, shoving his hands away. ‘Someone wouldn’t let

me stop to buy clothes, remember? What an asshole move.”

“There are clothes for you in that luggage,” he said without looking at me, nodding toward a small suitcase in the corner I hadn’t noticed before.

I sat up straighter, suddenly more alert, my fingers digging into the sheets. “You packed a bag for me?” My voice came out sharper than intended.

“Of course I did.” He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves with practiced precision. “Did you think I would bring you here without planning ahead?”

*Fucking perfect,” I muttered under my breath as I walked over to the suitcase and unzipped it, finding neatly folded clothes–all in my size. There were blouses, pants, even underwear and toiletries. A chill ran down my spine, and I had to resist the urge to slam the suitcase shut.

“Your housekeeper must have been thorough,” I muttered through clenched teeth, though I suspected it had been Drake himself who had selected these items. The thought made my skin crawl.

“Find me a pair of boxers,” Drake commanded. “I’m going to shower.”

I stiffened, my head snapping up. “Excuse me?”

“My underwear. Find me a pair so I can take a shower.” His tone was casual, as if asking me to pass the salt.

“Are you serious right now? I hissed, but reluctantly dug through the suitcase until I found a pack of black boxer briefs. My hands trembled slightly with suppressed rage. As I held them up, I suddenly sneezed, my body’s delayed reaction to the mountain air and stress.

Drake reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues, tossing them to me. This is what happens when vou insist on being stubborn and not bringing proper clothes. His voice held a note of smug satisfaction.

9:56 am P P

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Chapter 258

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