Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 48

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I hesitated, the prospect of escaping Drake’s orbit tempting me more than wanted to admit. Freedom from Drake. From his touch, his scent, his goddamn control over every fucking aspect of my life. Could it really be that simple?

‘T… I’ll think about it. Seriously.”

Jason’s face brightened, and he nodded enthusiastically.

I didn’t see the shadow that darkened the corner behind us, didn’t notice how Drake’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he watched me nod in response to Jason’s offer. If I had, I might have run the other way.

The women’s restroom was mercifully empty when I pushed through the door, the mixture of perfume and disinfectant hitting my nostrils like

a physical blow. The overpowering scent combined with the alcohol in my system sent a wave of nausea washing over me.

“Shit, I whispered, barely making it to the nearest stall before my stomach heaved violently. I clutched the cool porcelain, my knees digging

into the hard tile floor as I emptied the contents of my stomach.

This is what rock bottom feels like-puking my guts out in a nightclub bathroom while the Alpha who used to bend me over his desk watches

from the shadows. My life is a goddamn dumpster fire.

Between retches, I heard the bathroom door swing open.

‘Here.’

The deep voice froze me in place. Even through my alcohol-addled brain, would recognize that voice anywhere. Drake. In the women’s

restroom.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Can’t even vomit without him showing up.

A large hand settled between my shoulder blades, rubbing small circles as another wave of nausea hit me. When it passed, he pressed a cool

water bottle and a clean handkerchief into my trembling hands.

“This is the women’s bathroom,’ I managed, wiping my mouth and struggling to my feet. My legs felt like rubber, and I hated how I

instinctively leaned into his solid presence. My traitorous body still responding to him despite everything.

Drake’s expression remained impassive. “So?”

“So you shouldn’t be in here, I hissed, though my voice lacked conviction

His response was to wet another paper towel at the sink and press it to the back of my neck, his touch impersonal yet somehow intimate. The cool relief made me sigh involuntarily.

“Your friend was looking for you,” he said, his voice low and controlled. 1 old her you needed a minute.

Of course he intercepted Sophia.

Before I could respond, the distinct sound of female voices and clicking heels approached the bathroom door.

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Drake’s reaction was instantaneous. His hand closed around my wrist, pulling me deeper into the bathroom toward the last stall. I stumbled after him, too disoriented to resist as he locked us both inside the narrow pace just as the door to the restroom swung open.

What the actual fuck is he doing? My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of panic and arousal surging through me like an electric current.

-did you see how tight her dress was? Like, we get it, you have boobs,” a young female voice giggled, followed by the sound of running water.

“I can’t believe she’s still Stone’s assistant,” another voice added. “Vera is so much classier.”

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