The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 523

Chapter 5

Cupid

“Cupid Cupid!”

I jolted awake, blinking rapidly as Desmond’s face hovered close to mine, his hair tousled from sleep.

“Your phone’s ringing,” he muttered.

I groaned, rolling off the bed and shuffling sluggishly to the couch where the device buzzed insistently. I flopped down and answered with a sleepy rumble.

“Hello?”

Silence greeted me. Deep, heavy silence that made me frown. I pulled the phone away to check the screen.

Snow.

The last traces of sleep vanished in an instant. I hadn’t called her, hadn’t even replied to her texts in a while. And now she was on the line… saying nothing.

Why?

“Snow?” I called softly.

Another heartbeat of quiet, then the call cut off abruptly.

Surprise rippled through me. I sighed, staring at the darkened screen, wondering what had possessed her to ring and then hang up without a word, when the unread message notifications caught my eye.

I tapped them open. Snow’s texts, sent in the dead of night, one after another… all unmistakably flirtatious.

“Is she… in heat?” I muttered to myself, confusion mounting as I scrolled.

‘I miss you, Cupid.”

That one was simple enough. Eleven minutes later she sent.

I miss you so much, baby… especially the way you taste.”

Seven minutes later.

‘I can’t stop thinking about your mouth on mine. Meet me tomorrow? I need those lips all over me again… starting slowe and ending filthy.”

Five minutes later.

When are you going to fuck me properly again? I’m soaked just remembering how deep you go. We really should be doing this every single day.”

In two minutes.

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Next time, I want you to bend me over the second we’re alone. No talking, no teasing, just raw, hard fucking until 1 can’t walk straight.”

And finally.

Why aren’t you answering? You’re making my pussy ache even more… don’t make me hate you for leaving me this desperate.‘

I raked my fingers through my hair, utterly baffled. What had gotten into her?

Desmond’s phone rang then, cutting through the quiet. He groaned, pushed himself up, and answered. After a brief exchange, he turned to me slowly. I raised a brow, already sensing more trouble.

“I’ll let him know. Thanks,” he said into the receiver before hanging up. He met my gaze. “New perfume line launching. Yenda’s scheduled you for a full campaign and advert.”

I froze.

“What?”

“An advert shoot,” he repeated.

I stared at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“An advert? When the new fine dust is about to flood the streets and the red carpet’s tomorrow night? You think I have time to play pretty for the cameras?”

Desmond sighed, the lingering haze from last night’s cocaine slowly wearing off. I could feel it fading in

me too.

“I don’t know, boss. It’s Yenda’s direct order and Uncle said you’re to follow his lead.”

“Follow his lead, my ass. We’re going to him.”

Desmond’s eyes widened slightly at my tone. I wasn’t backing down. He fell back onto the bed with an exhausted sigh.

Being a model was one role, one I accepted. Coordinating the charity event was another, forced on me, but I understood the necessity. Running the illegal empire? That was the core of who I was.

Of the three, the mafia always came first. We had everything timed perfectly and tonight I was supposed o be deep in the underworld, signing off the cocaine batches set to hit the streets right after Thanksgiving but I’d be getting ready for the red carpet.

And now Yenda wanted to waste my time on some frivolous perfume campaign? Absolutely not.

The car rolled to a stop in front of Father’s company. Desmond and I climbed out, neither of us thrilled to be here, but it had to be done.

I strode straight to Yenda’s office, bypassing the secretary’s desk entirely. I pushed the door open and

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stepped inside.

I froze mid–stride. Desmond and I trad just walked in on Yenda mid–act with his personal assistant on her knees beneath the desk, mouth wrapped around him.

At our sudden entrance, she pulled away hastily. Yenda’s face flashed shock before he scrambled to adjust his trousers and compose himself.

The assistant bowed frantically and hurried out, face flushed crimson. I watched her disappear before turning back to my brother.

My jaw tightened. He jutted his chin defiantly, pretending nothing had happened.

“You must have heard about the new campaign,” he said coolly. “Get ready. Contact your modeling team so they can…”

“I’m not shooting any advert until next year,” I cut in flatly, eyes locked or his. “Cancel it.”

He scoffed, clearly relishing the pushback.

“Father explicitly said you obey me. Since you suddenly have so much free time, away from your bloody mafia errands to play master of Godlike’s legal finances, you can spare a day for a perfume shoot before the year ends.”

Silence crackled between us. He was still bitter about Father’s decision on the finances. I could taste it.

I nodded slowly, then glanced at Desmond over my shoulder.

“Call Father. Tell him Yenda’s getting his cock sucked by his personal assistant in the office.”

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