Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

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The underground parking garage echoed with my footsteps as I stood beside Drake’s luxury sedan, keys clutched tightly in my hand.

When the elevator doors opened and Drake entered, my body tensed automatically. His golden eyes narrowed as he approached, wearing

an impeccably tailored charcoal suit despite his obvious cold symptoms.

“Here,” I said, extending my hand with the keys. “I brought your car back. And some medicine for your cold. I’ll get a taxi home.”

Drake looked at the paper bag, his lip curling slightly. “Medicine? Planning to poison me with lemon extract again, Elsa?”

I stiffened. “It was one fucking time, five years ago. And it was an accident.”

“Was it?” He finally took the keys, his fingers deliberately brushing against mine. “You knew I was allergic.”

I pulled my hand back as if burned. “I didn’t come here to argue about ancient history. I just wanted to return your car.”

Drake turned without responding and walked toward the private elevator. I stood rooted to the spot, relief washing over me. He was

letting me go. I could call a cab and-

Just as the elevator doors opened, he paused and looked back at me, one eyebrow raised in silent command. My stomach dropped.

“Are you coming, or do you plan to stand there all night?” His voice carried that dangerous edge I’d come to recognize.

Shit. I hesitated, weighing my options. The smart choice would be to walk away, but with my mother’s treatment hanging in the balance and only one week left on our contract, I couldn’t risk antagonizing him further.

I reluctantly stepped into the elevator beside him, keeping as much distance as the small space allowed. Drake smirked, satisfaction

rolling off him in waves as he pressed the button for the penthouse.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the words making my skin crawl with a mixture of revulsion and unwanted heat.

The elevator ride was silent but charged with tension. When we reached his penthouse, Drake immediately headed for the bathroom.

‘I’m taking a shower,” he announced over his shoulder. “Wait for me.”

It wasn’t a request.

Once I heard the shower running, I busied myself with the medicine I’d brought. I carefully arranged the cold tablets, cough syrup, and

throat lozenges on his kitchen counter, separating them into morning, afternoon, and evening doses for the next three days. I wrote detailed instructions on sticky notes and placed them on his refrigerator.

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This isn’t for him, I reminded myself. This is who I am-organized, thorough, responsible. Even when dealing with an asshole like Drake

Stone.

I glanced at my watch. If I left now, I could still meet Sophia for our late dinner plans. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door,

determined to escape before Drake finished his shower.

I was two steps from freedom when his voice froze me in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I turned slowly to find Drake standing in the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips. Water droplets clung to his broad chest and muscular shoulders, his dark hair still wet from the shower. My traitorous body responded instantly, a rush of heat

flooding my core despite my mind’s protests.

“I have plans with Sophia,” I said, forcing my eyes to stay on his face. “I left your medicine organized on the counter with instructions.”

Drake’s expression darkened. “Cancel them.”

“I can’t. I promised-”

In three quick strides, he was in front of me, one hand gripping my arm while the other plucked my phone from my purse. He tossed it

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