HER ALPHA'S CARNAL SINS
Chapter 249: A night at a motel (3)

Chapter 249: A night at a motel (3)

Andrew suddenly flung his hand and shielded his face with his palms, hiding his flushed expression.

"I did not just say that."

Theresa turned to him and casually leaned her head on her hand, her elbow supporting the weight of her head on the bed.

"You think I’m attractive?"

"No... I mean... Yes.. What I mean is... "

However, with each word he blurted, her smirk kept growing wider until he couldn’t say anything any longer but just stare at her.

"I don’t like beating about the bush" She said, and his eyes grew wide in panic when she suddenly rolled over and was straddling him the next second with her hands fisted at each side of his head, the ludicrous smirk still on her face. "Andrew, right?"

He lay there, aware that his lower region was growing incredibly hot, and sweat beaded his head despite the A/C was on full blast in the room.

What was happening to him???

"Do you think I’m attractive? And..." She leaned in closer and he turned to the side, giving her a view of his side profile as she snaked her finger over his neck, running it across his chest.

"How come you’ve never shared a bed with a woman before? Are you perhaps... " She suddenly trailed her eyes down his stomach, lower down his...

His brows suddenly furrowed and his face could be mistaken for a tomatoe as he turned to glare at her, not minding they were just inches from making lip-contact ."I’m perfectly in good condition thank you, and before you make any other assumptions, I’m straight."

She parted her lips to say something, her finger still drawing invisible circles on his chest.

"And yeah" He shrugged. "Is it bad to think you’re attractive? Not for any perv. reasons, I just think you are."

Theresa would never admit she was swooned and extremely relieved and happy that he thought she was attractive. But she was more interested in why someone like him haven’t had a woman in his bed before.

"So, you’re a virgin?"

He tried to push her off him, but she held the side of his legs with her knees, and he almost puked out blood when he realized she was in her panty, and the sheets were what prevented her from actually realizing where she was seated.

"I didn’t realize I was about to share a motel room with a curious pervert. Ever heard the saying ’Curiosity killed the cat." He spat.

Her smirk grew sinister as she suddenly grabbed his arms and held his two wrists above his head while she roughly gripped his chin and tugged his face up to make eye contact with her with the other hand.

"You’re under my mercy in this motel room, and as much as I like to just sleep and mind my own business, you’ve actually got me wondering why someone like you exists... I’m curious and I’d like to know if you are or not, but don’t threaten me sweetie, we both know who’s got the upper hand here."

"You’ve only got the upper hand because you have a weapon and you’re psycho." He retorted.

"I don’t remember using a weapon when I broke your nose in the restroom." She snickered and he blushed.

"I wasn’t ready. I didn’t expect you were going to just swing at me like a maniac."

"Okay... " She released his chin and left him staring up at her without holding him, and pulled back, still straddling him but with her hands braced on the space beside his head, not holding him down.

"I’m not with any weapon. You think you can manhandle me now?" There was a daring look in her eyes like she was encouraging him to try and have the upper hand when she was vunerable.

"F**k." He unknowingly whispered, throwing back his head with his hand crossed over his eyes.

"What?"

"Have you come into my life to torment me" He suddenly lashed out at her, but his words didn’t come out as mean as he intended. It was actually raspy and he was blushing. "You’re sitting on.. "

She raised a brow, but when she noticed something poking her down there, she smiled, but didn’t move a single bit.

"I doubt you’ve had a girlfriend before, and I’m 99.00% sure you’re a virgin. You’re just a naive perverted high schooler who... "

She gasped as she was flipped down to the bed, and in seconds she was staring up at him as he held down her hands to the side of her head.

Their breaths were ragged as they glared at each other, and the sexual tension between them was spiralling out of control.

"I’m in college." His voice was strained from anger.

"I see what you did there." She panted as she said in a breathless voice, but he just leaned back.

"Stop... " He suddenly said and she stopped panting hard, trying to catch her breath as her smile slowly disappeared.

"Stop what? Reminding you you’re a naive virgin."

"I’m a virgin" He turned red as he admitted, especially when a scornful, mocking look appeared in her eyes. "But I’m definitely not naive. Trust me." The way he naturally raked his eyes over her body before drawing it back to hers, got her growing hot and uncomfortable under his touch and looking frame over hers.

Hot, because of the intense gaze in his eyes that lingered in hers as he drew his lustful eyes over her body before locking it in hers again like he was holding back something.

Uncomfortable, because she didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. She was only intent on teasing him and nothing else. Why did she feel like the table turned against her?

As all the blood in her head rushed to her cheeks, he suddenly rolled off her and sat at the edge of the bed before pulling his shirt up from the chair he had thrown it to.

Theresa sat up, staring intently at what he was doing with furrowed brows and watched as he climbed back into bed after putting on his shirt.

Without a word, he turned away from her and faced the other way as he silently slept, and for the first time Theresa felt bad for what she did.

But since the feelings were quite new to her, she just turned to other way and slept, confident that If he wanted to run away, she’d wake up on hearing his footsteps on the creaky floor boards in a nano second.

"But I’m definitely not naive, trust me.... " Those words of his kept rummaging around her mind that for several minutes she couldn’t sleep, unable to get that image of him running his eyes over her body, out of her mind.

*

Talia tossed her bag to the chair as she got into her hotel suite, stretching.

"I need a long soak." She groaned, tired as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. It was 9:48pm and she was just finished with another photo shoot.

It was barely a month and she had eleven more months of agony with these people, but the pay was good and even though it was quite stressful, she enjoyed it and enjoyed meeting other foreign associates they were partnering up with.

As she ran some water into the tub, absentmindedly filling the tub with her entire soap, she read the messages she got on WhatsApp and her eyes almost gaged out her own sockets when she saw several messages from Jephthah since noon.

Jephthah: Babe, I just dropped John off at Ann’s. He’s mad at you, but I explained you were busy with work.

Jephthah: Are you back? I’ve been calling, it seems like you’re still at work. Even Ann isn’t picking up.

Jephthah: Please call when you get back, I’m worried. You’ve never stayed this late at work. Max said you were still at your photoshoot.

Jephthah: John said Ann isn’t back yet, and he’s been in her apartment for hours now. He asked for your workplace location. *laugh*

He sent several GIFs and stickers indicating how worried he was and how much he was missing her and tears of love pooled in her eyes as she pulled the towel off her body and got into the water, still on her phone.

She quickly called him as she soaked herself in, relishing the warm sensation that travelled up her body when she dipped her body into the water.

"Babe... " Jephthah quickly said like he was expecting her call, literally sitting there and just waiting. "Are you just arriving now?"

"Yeah... we had an extra photoshoot today, and we also had a meeting on the venue of the fashion show coming up. Tomorrow, we all have to head to Mademoiselle Marinette’s clothing store to get our measurements for the new designs Miller Asher prepared.

Miller Asher was a world wide famous fashion designer and was aiming to promote his new branch, Ash.

Just like Gucci, Versace, Louis Vuitton and the others, he was looking to make ’Ash’ the new thing in the world now, and what better way to promote it than letting the best and most popular fashion models of all time try on his designs?

"Be serious... You actually met Miller Asher. That guy that invented Ash? You guys are working with him???"

"You know the Ash brand?" She was clearly surprised.

"Yeah... that’s the guy John came here to meet for the business collaboration."

"Wait what? What business collaboration?"

"I’m heading over to pick you up now."

She dropped her phone into the bathtub on hearing his words, but she quickly reached in and pulled out her phone before casually placing it to her ear.

"What?!"

"I wanted us all to have dinner at Ann’s place. I told Ann not to tell you, so I’m picking you up now. I’m heading over and I’m pretty close. Get dressed."

She suddenly blushed without realizing it, noting the commanding tone in his voice which had a searing hot feeling running through her legs, causing her toes to curl in the bathtub.

"What if they see us together?" She bit her lip as she asked, a bit worried, yet excited.

"They won’t. I really want to see you."

She felt her heart melt.

He had this kid’s whiny voice as he talked, indicating that he really missed her. You would think they hadn’t seen each other in years and not just yesterday night.

"Okay fine fine. I’ll call you when I’m out." She answered, forcing a smile back as she ended the call.