The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia)

Chapter 146

Daphne's POV I'm freaking out.

I just woke up with my head resting on Raphael's chest with his arm wrapped around me as he pulls me in.

Yesterday's memories hit me in full force. I can't believe I let him do what he did. In fact, I didn't just let him, I begged and whined for it like a harlot. Basically, pulled him onto my body and undressed him myself.

Raphael shifts on the couch beside me and his lower body presses into mine. As though just realizing that neither one of us had clothes on, my brain becomes hyper-focused on our nakedness. Or rather, his nakedness. Junior Raphael is making his presence known by poking me in the stomach.

I twist and turn in his hold, trying to look for a way out of his tight grip without having to wake him up.

I should have known that would be futile. As soon as I start twisting in his hold, Raphael stirs up from his sleep and tightens his hold.

"Where do you think that you're sneaking off to?" He questions, his voice husky and deep with sleep. My gaze lifts to his face where he's spotting a five o'clock shadow on his chin.

I don't answer his question because my thoughts have gone down a different road. Thoughts like what that five o'clock shadow will feel like between my legs assault my head Dear Lord, just one night with him and I've turned into this sex- starved person. "I need to get ready for work," I reply and I try to ignore how breathless I sound.

"Must you?" He whines, burying his face into my shoulder, his scruff scratching my flesh lightly and causing a flutter in my stomach.

"Raphael," I breathe out, feeling my resolve weaken. I can't exactly find it within me to stand up and get ready for work when he's rubbing himself all over me.

"Fine," he grumbles but lets go of me and I push up from the couch before I can change my mind and snuggle deeper into the couch with him.

I walk into my room without looking back at the couch because I'm afraid that my willpower isn't all that strong.

Getting dressed quickly, I fly out of my room and walk out of my room to find Raphael pulling his clothes on.

"You can use my shower if you want," I offer while trying not to droll over his naked chest which he covers a second later with his t-shirt. Dang it!

"I'm going to shift once I get into the woods. It would be futile." He walks over to me and keeps walking until our toes are touching.

He lowers his head, his breath fanning my earlobe. "Although, if you had asked me to join you in the shower then my answer would have been much different."

"It's a good thing I didn't invite you in because I would be late for sure," I counter.

"It wouldn't take long to do what I have in mind," he replies smugly.

That didn't come out sounding the way he probably intended but I don't bother making the miscommunication known. It will just lengthen this conversation when we need to be getting our butts out of this house. "Sorry I didn't offer you breakfast but I'm already running late," I apologize as we walk towards the front door.

"It's ok. Yesterday's dessert was very filling." His words drip with innuendo and I roll my eyes.

We walk out of the house and I lock up. Turning around, I ran into Raphael's chest because he was basically pressed against my back.

"Are you really ok with what happened?" He asks with an arch brow as he looks at me with barely concealed anxiousness.

"I am," I reply softly The side of his

lips lift into a smile. "That's good to know." He lowers his head and places a soft kiss on my cheek Somehow that seems more intimate than a smoky heated kiss on the

lips.

QUMS

"I'll see you later," he promises, giving me another kiss on the other cheek before slipping away.

Snapping myself out of the daze that his kisses have left me in, I start walking the short distance to the school for another day of playing around with little adorable kids. I love my job.

The day goes by far and soon, I'm waiting for the last kid to get picked up. Five minutes later, the kid gets picked up and then I'm walking out of the classroom to meet Raphael and the bouquet in his hand. The same arrangement as the bouquet that he left outside my classroom which is now in a vase in the teacher's lounge by the way.

For the first time, I accept his gift from him without any prompting.

I lift it to my nose, getting a whiff of the flowers. "They smell nice,"

I admit.

He smiles widely. "I'm glad you liked it." He moves into my space and lowers his head for a kiss.

I quickly pull away as his lips touch mime and look around frantically. "Not here." By this time, my co-workers would have retired home but there's nothing like being too cautious.

Raphael completely ignores my warning, wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me into his hard chest. "If anyone has an issue with me kissing my girlfriend then they will have to take it up with me."

A cold shiver goes down my spine. His words have the exact effect of a bucket of ice-cold water being dumped on my heart.

Girlfriend?

He must notice the stiffeness of my spine because he pulls away.

"Is everything ok?" he inquires.

"You called me your girlfriend," I whisper.

Raphael reaches a hand up to his nape and rubs it. Dear God, did his cheeks tint pink? "I know that it's a flimsy title but I don't want you to be overwhelmed."

Too late for that.

He reaches for my hands and just holds them. "I'm willing to start from the very beginning and build up our relationship to the top."

I pull my hand away from his grasp and ignore the frown that appears on his face. "I'm not your girlfriend, Raphael."

"What?" He genuinely looks confused. "Are you regretting what happened between us?"

"I'm not." I'm a big girl and I spend the night with whoever I choose.

This issue here is that Raphael believes that the night we spent together has granted him the position of my boyfriend. "Then what's wrong?" He cups my cheeks while looking at me worriedly.

"Yesterday was fun," I start. "It was just fun and nothing more. We aren't in a relationship just because we got the other off." It was a good orgasm or rather orgasms but they didn't change my mind about dating him.

"I don't understand." His hands fall away from my face and the frown on his face deepens.

"It was just a hook-up and nothing more. Don't make it into something it isn't." I know I'm being harsh but it's better to be harsh than to lead him on.