Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

My fingers traced the marks on my neck, and I felt that familiar

mixture of disgust and unwanted arousal. My body’s response to

Drake had always been my greatest betrayal. Even now, remembering

his touch sent heat pooling low in my belly.

The price tag caught my eye again: $12,000 for a simple dress. I

almost put it back, then remembered Drake’s dismissive tone, the way

he’d thrown his card at me like I was a beggar on the street corner.

Take it, Elsa. It’s the least he owes you after ten years of treating you

like his personal plaything.

A knock at the door startled me out of my bitter thoughts.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” the saleswoman asked, concern

evident in her voice.

“Yes, fine,” I called back, quickly slipping into the dress. It fit

perfectly, the soft material caressing my skin while hiding Drake’s

marks. I looked elegant, professional, and most importantly,

untouchable. Like a woman who hadn’t been humiliated in front of an

entire office just hours ago.

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I emerged from the fitting room and headed straight to the register.

“I’ll wear it out,” I said, handing over Drake’s black card with a sense

of grim satisfaction. “And double the usual commission for yourself.”

The saleswoman’s eyes lit up as she processed the payment. I signed

the receipt without even looking at the total. Probably the last time

I’ll ever shop here, I thought as I walked out, my wet blouse now

sealed in a fancy shopping bag. The dress felt like armor, giving me a

small sense of control that had been stripped away earlier.

My phone rang as I stepped onto the sidewalk. Drake. I considered

ignoring it but knew that would only make things worse. Because God

forbid the great Alpha doesn’t get what he wants immediately.

“What?” I answered, not bothering to hide my irritation.

“Where are you?” His voice was cold, businesslike. The same voice

he’d used right after fucking me on his desk with people waiting

outside.

“Still shopping. My feet hurt, so I’m not coming back to the office.”

And I don’t want to see your goddamn face for at least an hour.

“I need my jacket. There are confidential documents in the inside

pocket.”

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Of course. The jacket. He didn’t care about me or how I felt after

being humiliated. He just wanted his precious documents. I should

have checked the pockets and “accidentally” dropped them in a

puddle.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’ll bring it to you.”

“Don’t be long.” He hung up without another word.

Fucking asshole. I clutched the phone so hard my knuckles turned

white, resisting the urge to throw it into traffic.

When I arrived at the Pinnacle Restaurant, I was surprised to see a

young woman standing outside the private dining room, practically

bouncing with excitement. It took me a moment to recognize her as

Susan Moonlight, Allen’s sister.

“Elsa!” she exclaimed when she saw me. “Guess what? I got the job!

I’m starting at Stone Industries next week!”

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