Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Elsa

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“People could see,” I whispered, mortified at the thought of being exposed to the city below.

Drake’s laugh was dark. “Would you prefer the office tomorrow? Or maybe the executive bathroom during lunch hour?”

I realized he was serious, and a new strategy formed in my mind. I turned in his arms, facing him directly for the first time that night. I let my fingers trail up his chest, forcing myself to look at him with manufactured desire.

“Take me back to the bedroom,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “Please, Drake. I want to feel you there.”

His surprise at my sudden participation was evident, but he seemed pleased by the change. With a triumphant smile, he carried me back

to his bedroom.

There, he commanded me to take control, to show him how much I wanted him. I tried, going through the motions mechanically, but my exhaustion and emotional detachment made my movements clumsy and unconvincing.

Drake quickly grew impatient with my half-hearted efforts. “Enough,” he growled, flipping me onto my back and taking charge once more.

By the time he finally finished, gray light was beginning to filter through the windows. Dawn was breaking over the city.

“I told you,” Drake whispered against my ear as he collapsed beside me, “you’re my woman, Elsa. You can’t escape that.”

I stared at the ceiling, too tired to even pull the sheets over my naked body. One week, I reminded myself. Just one more week and this contract ends. Then I’ll never have to touch him again.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, my phone was ringing loudly from somewhere in the living room. I jolted awake, disoriented and sore. Drake was nowhere to be seen.

Stumbling out of bed, I wrapped myself in the sheet and followed the sound to find my phone buried in the couch cushions. Kayla’s name

flashed on the screen.

“Hello?” My voice was raspy from sleep and last night’s silent screams.

“Elsa, where are you?” Kayla sounded panicked. “It’s almost ten! Mr. Stone has been asking for you all morning!”

“Ten?” I gasped, looking around for a clock to confirm. “Shit! Why didn’t he wake me before he left?”

“I don’t know, but he’s in a foul mood. What should I tell him?”

My mind raced. “Tell him… tell him I had to pick up my mother’s medication from the hospital. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

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Chapter 82

After hanging up, I rushed to gather my scattered clothes, fury building with each passing second. That bastard had deliberately left

without waking me, knowing I’d be late.

As I dressed in last night’s rumpled clothes, body aching from his rough handling. I just had to survive seven more days without killing

him-or myself.

By the time I rushed into Stone Industries’ HR department, my hair was still damp from the hasty shower and my makeup barely

concealed the dark circles under my eyes. My entire body ached from Drake’s brutal “attention” last night. The department head, Mrs.

Bennett, looked up from her tablet with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “There was an issue with my mother’s medication this morning.”

Mrs. Bennett’s eyes lingered on my neck for a moment too long. “I see. Well, we’ve already prepped the conference room for the

interviews.”

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I instinctively adjusted my scarf, heat rising to my cheeks. Goddamn it. Even with my best concealer, some of the marks he’d left were still visible. That territorial bastard probably did it on purpose, knowing I’d have meetings today.

“The first candidate arrived ten minutes ago,” she continued, mercifully changing the subject. “We have fourteen interviews scheduled

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