Furious at the thought that he avoided me using violence, I dragged my feet to his office, my sweat dripping as I fought the urge to kick the door open.
"Alpha Derek!" I roared, almost crumpling the metal doorknob in my hands. "Can you explain what the hell is this behind my neck?!"
Yet, instead of giving me an explanation. He didn't respond, not even batting an eye towards my direction. He lifted the file he was holding directly to his face as if there was a chance that I wasn't even breathing in the same room as he was.
I slammed the door shut, "Stop feigning innocence! You know what you did! Do you think that covering your face would do you a favor right now?!"
"Lower your voice down-"
Seething with fury, I punched a hole in his desk, which caught his attention this time. Carefully, he drops the file down, his gaze focused on the broken wood in front of him.
"You were intoxicated. What did you expect me to do?"
"Look at me," I taunt.
"Venus, I don't understand the reason why you're acting like this. Are you angry because of the bruise behind your neck or because of what happened last night?" He says, still not looking at me.
"Both."
"Oh? Both you say?" He chuckles. This time, He finally stares back at me, his golden eyes shifted slightly in mere amusement. "About the bruise on your neck, if I hadn't done that, you'd be regretting everything the next day, and I'm not in the position to be responsible for that."
"What? You're not... in the position to be responsible?"
I felt something stuck in my throat, but rather than that- the place around my heart seemed to hurt more. I took a step back. Unknowingly I even avoided his eyes.
What is this emotion? This tightness, this ... disappointment?
"Venus, listen." His soft voice reaches out, "Honestly, I don't get why you're acting like this. We've barely met, and the first thing you did was to flirt with me. How do you want me to interpret that? Even in anyone's eyes, it's obvious you have a hidden agenda with me."
"Isn't it obvious?! It's because you stole something from me! So how am I suddenly the bad guy here!"
"Me? Steal? From you?" He scoffs, "Are you sure you're not mistaking me for some guy out there?"
"You-"
Hah... Does he even deserve to know this? No- Even if I did say it to him, and he doesn't remember, wouldn't he just label me as some crazy she-wolf who lusts for him?
I didn't care anymore. All I wanted to do was to leave the room. I turned a heel and was about to leave, but he stopped me. He closed the door immediately when I tried to open it.
"We're not done talking yet. Tell me how exactly you thought I stole something from you." He mutters, his breath trailing down to my neck.
"Whatever, I doubt you even remember it,"
"That's for me to judge, now tell me."
"You won't care! You don't even trust me! What's the point?!" I turned to him, pounding my finger angrily on his chest. "All you do is doubt me, it's already been four months, and now you're saying we even barely met? that you don't want to be responsible for what we did?! why? do I disgust you-"
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