Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Lake:

Fuck this! Seriously.

Fuck this and fuck whoever it was that had decided to ruin this moment for Jojo and I. I know what you are asking. What if it was my mum calling? Or Mel? Or a teacher in Valerie’s school? I do not know, but I was supposed confident it was neither of the mentioned parties.

Jojo walked swiftly away from me. I could tell that I would not be able to recreate the moment I had just lost so easily. It had been right, perfect, everything about it was spot on. The way she stepped out of the bathroom, the way she looked at me. Everything made too much sense.

I walked slowly behind her until she reached for her phone on top of the dressing table. Who knows? Maybe if I stood behind her and touched her waist like I had done before, she would feel the spark once again – if I did not seem like a complete freak, that is.

The caller ID was on display when she tapped the home button of her phone.

The name, “Tony” was written in capital letters, with a white heart and angel emoji by the side. River growled in anger within me. I knew who Tony was, I was sure it was the Anthony guy.

Yes, I knew his name. I had to tell Kenji to do a full background research on him, just to make sure that he was who he said he was. He was close to the woman I loved and my child, I had to make sure he was not dangerous.

Unfortunately, I did not find any dirt on him, which was sad. I had really been hoping he would turn out to be a drug lord, human trafficker, serial killer and whatever other thing that could make Jojo hate him. But, he was nothing but a boring art guy that owned a gallery in Ten.

Jojo sighed, about to pick the call. I gripped her right shoulder in that instant, causing her to pause. The phone stopped ringing, meaning she had missed the call. She turned to me with a small frown on her face.

Before she spoke, I knew I had to say something first.

“I did not want you to answer the call…”

She shook her head vehemently.

“What are you…?”

“Jojo, I need you to hurry up and end things with that man. Anthony, Tony, or whatever the hell his name is.”

Her scowl deepened all the more.

“Alpha Lake, with all due respect, you cannot come into my own space and tell me who I should and should not…”

She stopped when my gaze dropped to hers. I didn’t look it, but I was relieved my stare still had that freezing effect on her.

“I cannot bare to see you with another man, Jojo. I really cannot.” I blurted out. There was no need keeping my feelings away from her, not when they only ended up hurting me inside.

She did not say anything, she only stared at me with confused eyes. I sighed and turned away from her. I needed to leave, I needed to clear my head.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I stepped out of the room and gently closed the door behind me. My mind wandered back to my father’s call from this morning. I thought about all he had said and I knew I needed to get back to Rush pack before things spiraled out of my control. But I could not leave without coming to some form of agreement with Jojo. One second away from her would mean one second she spends with Anthony, I could not risk that just yet.

Immediately I stepped out of the house, my phone rang in my back pocket. I took the phone out of my pocket and stared at the name on the screen. It was my mother.

I wondered if Jojo had already called her to inform her I was here. Did she want me to stay back and wait for her?

I answered the call and pressed the phone’s speaker to my right ear. I turned my back to look at the house, before returning my gaze to my car.

“Lake, can I see you at the restaurant? I need to talk to you.” My mother started.

I narrowed my eyes at nothing in particular.

“Is everything okay, mother?”

I could hear the concern in my tone.

“Of course, of course. Can I not speak to you without something being wrong?” She added. I heaved a sigh, a small chuckle followed immediately.

“Alright, mother. I’ll be there soon.”

“Do not keep a beautiful woman waiting.” She called out.

I laughed and shook my head. The past few days I had spent close to her had turned out to be the most peaceful I had ever had in years. With my mother, my child and Jojo around me, it felt as though nothing could go wrong.

I drove to the restaurant and stepped in through the front door. I walked straight to the VIP section and settled a seat there. My mother must have seen me come in, or someone informed her of my presence. She was by my side, clad in a white dress and a black apron with her logo crested on the breast pocket.

“Lake dear!” She called out, pushing past seats until she got to mine. She sat beside me and opened her arms to welcome me into her embrace.

Excited, I spread my arms wide open and took her in.

“I am glad you’re here. You really did not waste time. Would you like me to get you something?”

I looked around and shook my head, flashing her a polite and genuine smile.

“Not yet, mother. You said you needed to speak to me.” I replied, watching her expression with keen eyes.

I saw her shift in her seat, she decided to lean out with her hands placed on her knees.

“It is nothing serious actually. It’s just… it’s been almost two weeks since you came here and I just wanted to know your plans. When are you returning to Rush pack, Lake?”

I found myself laughing.

“So that’s what this is all about?”

She chuckled and tapped my right thigh gently.

“You do understand what I am trying to say, Lake. You can come at anytime you want, honestly. And I love having you here because this is the happiest I have been in years. But, you are the alpha of Rush pack dear. You have a pack to run, you have people that are depending on you, businesses that need your supervision. All I wish for is to be able to cook a meal for you everyday.” She spoke. Her eyes carried the softness and concern of a mother.

When my smile broadened, she continued her statement.

“So, mention what you’ll like to eat. Except from cabbage noodles, I want to make you something else. And I’ll cook it right away and watch you eat.”

She was serious, I could tell.

My mother was already on her feet and her hands were already deep down the pockets of her apron.

I shook my head, amusement etched in my gaze, my heart warm with all the love and affection I had been feeling recently.

“Whatever you decide to make would be a blessing, mother.”