Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 825

Chapter 825: This is my girlfriend

Denzel slowed the car to a stop. Juniper peered out the window, unfastening her seatbelt as she looked at the isolated one-story building ahead. It looked completely deserted.

"Where are we? What is this place?" she asked.

"Let’s get out first," he said.

They climbed out of the car, and Denzel locked it, tucking the keys into his pocket. As they walked toward the building, he reached out and took her hand. The sudden contact jolted her, and she looked up to meet his gaze.

"Have you ever done pottery?" he asked.

"Never," Juniper replied.

"Then it’ll be more fun," he said with a smile.

Juniper glanced down at her pristine white outfit, her brow furrowing. "I’m wearing white, Denzel. You should have told me we were doing pottery. I would have worn something darker."

"Don’t worry," he assured her. "They provide protective gear, aprons that cover you entirely. But if you’d rather not do this today, just say the word. We can always come back another time."

"I would like to do it," Juniper said. She was genuinely curious, and she didn’t want Denzel’s effort to go to waste.

They stepped inside, where a middle-aged man with thick glasses looked up from the counter, his face breaking into a grin. "Gamma Denzel! It’s been a long time."

Juniper offered a polite smile, but the man’s eyes shifted to her. "Wow! And who is this beautiful lady with you?"

"Uncle Sam, this is my girlfriend, Juniper," Denzel introduced her. "And please, just Denzel. No titles."

Juniper felt a sudden, hot flush creep up her neck at the word girlfriend. She kept her gaze focused on the floor, hoping to hide the reaction.

"We were hoping to get some practice in," Denzel continued, ignoring the heat in her cheeks. "Juniper is new to this, and I was hoping for some privacy. Are we clear of the afternoon rush?"

"For a while, yes. Most of our bookings aren’t until later in the day," Sam replied, gesturing toward the back. "You’ll find aprons in the cabinet. I’ll go prep the clay."

Once he left, Denzel opened the cabinet and pulled out two black aprons. He handed one to Juniper, then tied his own. Juniper reached behind her neck, fumbling with the narrow fabric ties, but she couldn’t get the knots to hold.

"Let me," Denzel said, stepping closer. "Turn around."

She obeyed, and he reached out to fasten the strap at her nape. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, and when he moved to secure the knots at her waist, his palms grazed the fabric against her sides.

The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt through her, her heart fluttering against her ribs far harder than it had minutes ago.

"I’ll tie your hair as well," Denzel said, reaching into his pocket.

"I didn’t bring a rubber band," Juniper admitted, feeling slightly unprepared.

"I’ve prepared the clay for both of you," Sam said, looking from Juniper to Denzel with a knowing smile. "Does Miss Juniper need a formal lesson, or—" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮