BOUGHT BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA

Chapter 11

*** William P.O.V *** Around 7 p.m., I walked down the hallway and heard Daniella and Bridget talking in Daniella's room. I went on foot to the living room. Before the door opened, I could hear Daniella laugh. Daniella ran out the door. "Here is your dear Bridget Smith," I said. When she walked, Bridget wore a short, tight, darkish red dress. Her dark brown hair hangs down about halfway down her back. She looked beautiful, and I didn't want to go anywhere but my bedroom with her. I'd rather feel her soft hands and skin between my own. I want to bury my face in the crook of her neck. I'd prefer to style her. Daniella yelled, "William!" and woke me up from my daydream. "Don't you think she's pretty?" She said this while staring at me. "Of course, yes. I walked up to her and said, "Bridget, you look beautiful." I asked her, "Are you ready to go?" and offered to take her hand. She said "Yes" and took it. Then we left the room, got off the lift, and walked into the lobby. "You look beautiful tonight, Miss Smith," Dan said as he opened the door for us. "Don't flirt with my partner," I teased with a laugh, and we walked to the SUV that was waiting for us. "Wouldn't even think about it," Dan said as he shut the door. I can't stop looking at her. She was beautiful before, but now that she's sitting next to me in this dress, she looks even better. I wish she could also feel the bond between mates. "She will know. I can feel her wolf getting stronger,' Mark tells me. I wonder why her wolf is weak. She probably wasn't getting enough food.

We got to the restaurant a few minutes later, and it was empty when we walked in. “Oh! No one else is here. Do they even have doors?" She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and asked. "They're ready for us," I said with a laugh. We are greeted by the hostess, who shows us to the table in the middle of the room. The waiter came in and gave us each a glass of wine. Bridget said, "I'm not quite used to drinking wine yet." She says in a shy way, "But I'd love to try." I snort. "Bridget, no one really likes wine that much," I told her, and she laughed. She's so cute! "We can try something else if you don't like wine. I told her, "Anything you want." She says, "No, I don't want to be a bother." "Bridget, it doesn't look like you're a problem. Please.” She laughed as she looked up at me and said, "You can call me Bridget." She tasted the wine and had a bitter look on her face. She asked, "Maybe something sweeter?" I give the waiter a nod, and he brings out another bottle of wine and fills her glass again. "This might be as sweet as it gets," I told her. She gave it a try, liked it, and laughed. "This is good." I chuckled. Adorable. We talk a little bit about the art she made today. She asked me what I do all day while I'm gone. I give a response about my job and some of the things I have to deal with every day. She talked to me more than on the first day, and she talked to me even more after she had some wine. When the food came, it was steak. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I told her, "Daniella told me you like steak." She laughed and shook her head. "I'm starting to think she's your spy," she said, and when she was done, she had a shocked look on her face. "I'm so sorry, William. I didn't mean for that to sound rude or ungrateful," she said, putting her hands on her lap and looking at them. From Bridget's point of view, I then heard him softly laugh. "First of all, you can call me William. Second, you do have a point. I've been so busy that I haven't had time to get to know you as well as I would like. She keeps talking about you to me. Even though I did ask. She knows that I care about you, but she also knows that I'm a knucklehead and can get angry easily. You don't need to be afraid to tell me what's on your mind," he said as he reached out and gently squeezed my hands. The tea was great, and William is so cute. He looks like a mannequin in his navy blue suit and skinny tie. His hair is messy but in a "this was planned" kind of way. I can't believe that such a perfect person has been with me for three days. I'm starting to feel better and better about myself every day, and I can feel my wolf again. I can't talk to her, but I can tell she's here right now. We talked some more, and then the dessert came. We both had it. When tea is over, we get up and head out. "Would you like to walk back? "It's not that far," he told me as he looked at me with his hand on my arm. "Sure, as long as it isn't too far. I'm still getting used to these heels," I said. He laughed and said, "Well, if they hurt. I will carry you." We started walking down the street after I shook my head. It's after dark. He tells me about the town and how his pack grew to be one of the biggest in South America.

I shook my head and felt a buzz from having had too much to drink. I feel like I'm in the air. We were in the lift and going up before I knew it. When we got to the hallway, he took off his tie and led me to the door of my room. He said, "Thanks for having tea with me." I said, "Thanks for taking me on my first date." It looks like shock comes over his face, but then it gets softer. "How would it feel to do this every day? We don't have to go out every night, but I'd like to take you on a date sometimes," he says as he takes my hands. When our palms touch, that feeling of static is back. "I know you have a lot of work to do. I look at our hands and say, "I don't want to take you away from that." He puts one arm under my chin and gently lifts my head. He whispered my name and said, "I'm not too busy for you, Bridget." Damn, he is gorgeous.. he is just a masterpiece. Any girl could get used to looking into his brown eyes. "Bridget, may I give you a last kiss?" He asked. He wants to know if he can do something. I nod. His hand slides down the back of my neck, and he gently pulls me towards him so we can kiss. It is soft and warm. I've never kissed like this before, and it feels like electricity when our lips touch. And as quickly as it began, it's over. Good night, sweets... Bridget," he whispered in my ear as he started to walk to his room. I stopped him from leaving by holding his arm. He again looked at me. "Thank you again for the studio and the date. I try not to cry as I say, "I really love it."

He was happy and laughed. "I'd do anything for you, Bridget," he tells me, and we both go to our own rooms. Before I went to bed, I took a shower. I put my shoes on and walk into bed. Before I lay down, I didn't know how tired I was. "Oh, my... A little pink mouse has come to see me," he said. He said, "Come over here." I moved towards him a few steps. I moved away from him a few steps. "Close up," He told them. I moved a little bit closer. He says "Move closer" again. I'll have a couple more. I am right next to where he is sitting. He took my hands and forced me to sit on his lap. He put his face right up against my neck and sniffed it. "Hmm, I can tell you are worried. "Dangerous," he whispered into my ear. He licked my neck and said, "I wonder what I can do to you to make you scared." He grabbed some of my hair and pulled my head back, making my throat visible. He then reached over to the table next to him and took a knife from it. I felt a tear fall from my eye. "That's not all we can do, but it's a start." I can feel the knife's sharp edge on my cheek. . . . ......