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The Alpha and His Contract Luna (Lauren) novel Chapter 53

The drive was filled with tense silence. Mostly from my side. I was acting like a petulant child. My hands were crossed over my chest, eyes focused on the road and I was fuming.

Through the corner of my eyes, I saw that he was smiling and that pissed me off even more.

“What the hell are you smiling about?” I asked. “There is nothing to smile about when you literally forced a woman to go out with you”

He keeps his eyes on the road when he answers. “I didn’t force you Red”

“You didn’t ask either. Just commanded me” I retorted hotly. “When did chivalry die?”

I was honestly curious about that. I mean I have never dated human men before but most Alphas or werewolf males were just arrogant and self-righteous. They don’t normally do the traditional human way of wooing women. They mostly just throw their weight around and the she wolves fall for it.

“I am chivalrous” He said.

“And I am the moon goddess” I scoffed.

“Given that you are her fucking left hand, you’re not far off from the truth”

I turn to glare at him. Why is it that he always has a retort to my sass? I study him but quickly avert my eyes. He was doing the one hand thing that men do. Where they drive with one arm while the other is laying on their lap. I was honestly a sucker for that. There was just something potent about it. Something raw and sexy.

I shake my head trying to clear it. Those were dangerous thoughts and like he kept reminding me. Our relationship was on paper only. Nothing more and nothing less.

“Where are you even taking me?” I ask him, changing the subject.

He turns to me slightly before facing the road again.

“You said that you wanted something greasy, so that’s where we are going”

I didn't reply because I didn’t have anything to tell him. I did say that I wanted something greasy but I also didn’t think he would agree to that.

I should have put my foot down and refused to go out. Maybe I was the problem. Always giving in when these men pulled the alpha male shit. If I could put my foot down, just maybe he could start respecting my wants and needs. But then again it’s not like I am planning to stay with him much longer.

“We should play twenty one questions” he suggests out of the blue.

I turn to look at him as if he has grown two heads. Why would he suggest such a thing? Not only because it was childish but because it was so unlike him.

“What are we? Teenagers?” I ask sarcastically.

“No but we are mated adults who know nothing about each”

“Cut with the crap Sebastian, you probably know more about me than I do. I am sure you did a background check”

That was the kind of thing a wealthy and powerful man would do. Sebastian was both. There was no way he would have approached me with a proposal if he didn’t have me thoroughly investigated first.

“Yeah, but I would like to hear it from you. Know more about you” he says, his voice neutral.

“What has gotten into you…you weren’t this interested in getting to know me a few weeks back”

I say this while checking his temperature as I would do with a child.

He swats my hand away. “Would you fucking stop that?”

“What I just wanted to check if maybe you have a fever or something. You’re behaving out of character” I say innocently. “We should probably stop by the hospital, just to get you checked”

“What’s your favorite color?” he asks, ignoring what I just said.

This time I turn my whole body and look at him. Was he being serious right now? My favorite color?

“I’m a hundred percent sure you’re really not interested in knowing my favorite color”

“Yes I am” he argues.

“No you’re not”

“Yes I fucking am” he fires, getting annoyed.

I fire back, loving how I was annoying the shit out of him. “No you’re not”

“How would you even fucking know that?”

“I just do”

I hear him groan in annoyance. “Fuck! You’re annoying”

“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment” I smile wide at him.

Damn. This was fun. Watching the annoyance play across his face while he tried to pray for patience. You could tell by the way how hard he gripped the steering wheel. How his brows were furrowed, and how tensely his jaw was set.

“What is your favorite color?” I throw his question back at him.

Just like I knew it would. The question seemed to annoy him more.

“What makes you think I’ll answer your question when you blatantly refused to fucking answer mine?”

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