The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

I bite my bottom lip as he reaches up to his baseball cap and turns it around so it's on backward. Usually I think guys that wear their hats like that are twats, but on him it makes my knees weak.

I nervously clasp my hands together as stroll over to us, trying to hide how much they are shaking.

'Rixon, this is Lexi,' Jayce introduces us and I wince as I see shock flash in Rixon's eyes as he realizes I lied about my name.

'Lexi,' he emphasizes my name and I wince again.

'Lovely to meet you,' he offers out his hand and I nervously take it.

As soon as our hands touch, tingles explode up my arm and I clench my thighs as the feeling heads south. He squeezes my hand tightly and I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but so does he.

'Nice to meet you, too. I'm just going to pop inside and get a drink, back in a minute,' I excuse myself and practically run inside.

I grab my bag and go upstairs to the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it behind me. Gripping the sink, I look at myself in the mirror.

What am I going to do

How could Jayce friends with him He must not know what he is.

I touch up my make—up and glance up when there's a knock on the door.

'All yours,' I say as I open the door, expecting someone to be waiting for the bathroom.

Instead, Rixon is there, his build blocking the doorway entirely. I swallow hard and take a step back as he comes in and shuts the door behind him. My heart begins beating rapidly as he locks it and his eyes settle on me, full of anger.

'You're right, you are all mine,' he comments possessively.

I'm too scared to argue so I just take another step back, grimacing as I hit the wall.

'Imagine my excitement at meeting my mate after waiting 14 years and finding that she's even more perfect than I could ever have thought,' he begins and my heart flutters as his words.

'Imagine my happiness at spending the most incredible night together, knowing we have that every night for the rest of our lives. Imagine my shock when I wake up in the morning, to discover that she has snuck out and left nothing but a necklace.'

He leans in close to me.

'Finally, imagine my anger at finding out she has lied about her own name,' he finishes.

I feel terrible, looking down at my small feet opposite his large ones.

'It's not what it looks like,' I whisper, conflicted between feeling guilty and feeling terrified of being alone with him.

'Christ, Lexi, you're shaking, do I really scare you that much' He asks.

I glance up and his eyes are full of hurt.