Page 104 of King Alejandro

I took them from him, slipping them on as I watched him pull on his own leather jacket. His shirt rode up a little, showing off the band of his boxers and his sexy back. I looked away quickly.

“Come on. We haven’t done this in a while.”

He held his hand out to me, but I looked away, following him to the bedroom door. I gave him a small smile, not wanting to appear rude, but I wasn’t just going to hold his hand.

Ten minutes later, we were sitting on a gorgeous black motorbike with red accents. I may not know the make or anything about bikes, but I knew this one was a beast even before it roared to life.

“Hold on, Amore Mio,” he said, looking at me over his shoulder.

I nodded, slowly wrapping my arms around his strong waist. My core knotted, and I resisted the urge to run my hand over his abs. I held on tight as we rode out of the garage and down the path.

I stared at the sky. It was pitch black, and as we left the light of the pack living area, I was enveloped by darkness. My only source of light was that of the moon shining through the trees. I clung to him, knowing that if he wanted, he could just drop me in the middle of nowhere or kill me.

Everything I had been told yesterday, from Dad, Mom… Alejandro… the children I spent time with, the way they all treated me... wasn’t it too perfect? I didn’t know… the dream was odd. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

I inhaled the smell of the leather mixed with his seductive masculine scent, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the wind that rushed through my hair. After a good while, I felt we were travelling a little slower and I opened my eyes, realising we were in a city. The streetlights glittered and I looked around, unable to see much despite the dim lighting, but I could still make out some things as we passed.

“Want something hot or cold?”

“Hmm?” I asked, looking at the back of his neck and noticing his tattoos disappeared into his hair. I felt a little hot with my arms around him like this…

“Ice cream? Beer? Pizza or some shit?” Why did that all sound good…

“Ice cream,” I decided after a moment. It was a little hot being so close to him so something cold was better.

“Perfect.”

We drove for a few more minutes before we stopped outside a brightly lit dessert shop. He parked up and got off the bike with ease, his long legs catching my attention. I had to admit he was really hot everywhere...

I gasped when he lifted me off the bike, his hands on my waist, and our eyes met for a moment. I gave a small smile, looking away. He let go of me, and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding as we walked to the shop entrance. He took my hand as he pushed open the door, and my heart skipped a beat as I stared at our combined hands.

“Hey, what can I get you guys?” The man behind the counter asked, looking cheerful despite the late hour in his pink and white striped shirt.

“Anything in specific or want me to order?” He asked me.

“You order,” I said. If I liked it, it meant he knew me as he said.

“We’ll get two of the ice cream roll pots, one in Oreo Blast the other in Nutty Dream. Weird fucking names.”

The man chuckled nervously, and I could tell he looked a bit scared of Alejandro. I didn’t blame him. Even though he was masking his aura, he still had a very powerful energy around him.

“Ah, yes… anything else aside from that?”

“Nah.”

The man got to work, and I watched with interest as he began to create the ice cream rolls. So fascinating. Once he was done, he sprinkled some Oreo biscuits on top before starting on the second one and drizzled some melted chocolate on top. Alejandro took out his wallet, and I frowned, seeing a picture of me in it. I only caught a glimpse as it was at an angle, and he flipped it shut, sliding his wallet back into his pocket.

Hmm… he didn’t even open it in a way for me to see it… maybe I was being paranoid.

He picked up the pots and we stepped back into the cool night. Passing me the Oreo pot, he took my hand as we walked back over to the bike.

“Thank you,” I said, tugging my hand free from his and slowly began eating. It was so yummy. I glanced at his pot. So he liked nuts….

“Hazelnut chocolate. You smell just like it but better,” he smirked. My eyes widened in surprise.

“I don’t think I smell like chocolate.” I sniffed my jacket, and he smirked.

“Trust me, Amore Mio, you do. Hazelnut chocolate had always been my favourite until you came into my life. Want to try?” He held his spoon out to me, and I tasted it slowly. It was nice, but I preferred the Oreo. “Fucking small spoons.” I smirked.