Chapter 4

• Velvet’s POV
• My palms sweated, and my legs were shaking. But he grabbed me firmly by the waist, pulling me towards him; her lips brushed our nostrils.
• I shut my eyes, ceasing my breath.
• Where's this leading to?
• I couldn't ignore the pang in my heart. It was obvious something spicy was going to happen, and I just couldn't wait any longer.
• I parted my lips, wanting to take him in when his phone rang.
• Motion ceased.
• Our erotic gears took a break; heavy breathing erupted before an abrupt stop.
• He pulled away, releasing me totally.
• “Ahhhh!”
• I let out a grunt, stamping my foot on the ground. This could only be my moment, and this call had to come?
• I'll strike the person if I know who he is.
• What the hell?
• “It must be urgent,” Zavian uttered.
• No matter what or who it was, I didn’t give a fuck. How dare he disrupt our moment?
• He pulled out his phone, peering into it.
• His eyes widened.
• “Who's that?” I lip-synced.
• “Your dad,” he replied almost in a whisper.
• “What?” My lips broke into a fit of shocking gasps. He shook his head.
• “Nothing to worry about,” he replied, still in a whisper. Nonchalant.
• He tapped on the Answer button, I presumed, and then took it to his ear.
• “Hello, buddy.” He began.
• “Yes!”
• The call was on speaker. I grabbed my chest, feeling my breath about to pour everything into it and my body dropping. His eyes locked with me, then trailed down.
• “How are you and my daughter doing?” He asked.
• He should tell him I'm dying here.
• I'd been raised in a conservative family, and I knew how strict my dad was; if he knew I was prepping to fuck his best friend, he would kill me.
• I looked up at Zavian, calling for help.
• I'm falling here.
• He was strict. Should I say stricter than my dad? It's just a big puzzle to see my body is his weakness.
• He responded to my call, sliding towards me.
• His hand curved over my waist, slowly and loosely at first. But then in a swift style, he pressed me tight against his side.
• “We are doing fine,” he paused. “She's certainly getting more familiar with her new environment.”
• He gave me a pointed stare, his pupils dilated.
• He doesn't mean that.
• He means I'm here to get familiar with him and his body. His lips, hands, and cock.
• These three would skyrocket me to bliss with their seductive touches.
• “College will start in the next month; can you take her on a tour of the summer classes?”
• “Ahh—” I gasped.
• Oh goddess. Save me!
• “That's her, right?” Dad asked.
• “Yes.” Zavian replied.
• My voice was gone, my heart almost bursting. I feared I'd barely be able to speak.
• “Can you give her the phone?” He asked.
• Alpha Zavian lowered to my sides, whispering. “I'll let you have me if only you speak well before your dad.”
• My eyes grew wide and wider. Widest. Time stopped.
• For real?
• My eyes asked.
• He cocked his head. A slow nod followed, his eyes brightened. A witty smile curled out.
• Trust me!
• I got the phone. The stiffness faded, and the shyness vanished. My body burned with energetic heat.
• If this is the case, I never felt nervous.
• “Dad?” I rang out in an excited tone. “Good morning, dad.”
• “Yes, darl. How are you doing? I want to hear it from your mouth.”
• “Splendid. I'm doing splendidly. I love my new environment so much. The estate is a fresh start for my college.”
• “Why so excited?”
• The rising thrill dropped.
• Zavian’s eyes locked. His deep eyes and his strict look returned. A warning glare.
• You've got to behave yourself.
• I heard it.
• I cleared my throat. “I just find the environment too bright and soothing, and Alpha Zavian is the best guardian to me. He even cooked for me.”
• “Shouldn't you be the one cooking for him?”
• The arousal spiked.
• “I—I just—”
• Zavian snatched the phone from me even before I got to process it. “She doesn't need to cook for me; I can cook for my daughter.”
• My pussy clenched.
• “What the fuck did you say?” I shot the question.
• A tiny smirk touched Zavian’s mouth.
• “What about when she finds her mate?” Dad asked.
• Silence took away. Zavian's face twitched into a frown; he then looked away swiftly.
• This worried him.
• I looked away to hide the blush with the redness of my cheeks. I wasn't worried. He's mine. I'll make him mine. I'll buy him with my body.
• It was amusing seeing him jealous of the imaginary mate my dad talked of.
• “This doesn't matter,” he muttered, lip tight.
• For a few seconds, nothing was said. I was left hanging in the air.
• “It's okay if you say so; after all, she already knows how to cook. But you can teach her American dishes.”
• “You can take her on a lot of lessons.”
• “Driving.”
• “Defense.”
• “Moral?”
• I marked it wrong in my heart.
• Dad just doesn't know how wrong he is.
• Zavian is meant to teach me immoral lessons. That's what I want.
• My second protest.
• My mind suddenly returned back to his previous statement.
• “Dad,” I cut him off, going closer to Zavian, my body pressed against his under the pretense of wanting to speak on the phone.
• “Yes?”
• “Dad, you said I'm going to attend Summer classes? But it's not compulsory?”
• “I don't want to go dad,” I grumbled, stamping my foot on the ground.
• Zavian gazed, partially amused and, on the other hand, concerned.
• “You've got to take your studies seriously.”
• “Yes, exactly. You can't be idle.” Dad took over.
• “But I have Alpha Zavian; I have my second daddy.”
• The words spilled out of my mouth without me realizing.
• “And Zavian doesn't stay at home all through; he goes to the office. He has his office at the estate and also outside. He's busy during the day.”
• A flicker of shock graced my eyes.
• I didn't know that. I thought as the Alpha, he ran all of the pack's affairs from home, only stepping out when there's an outdoor obligation.
• “I'm quite sure you don't want to stay at home doing nothing,” dad hissed.
• “You hate to be lonely, don't you?” He taunted me into persuasion.
• While a kid and a teen, I always loved the constant presence of the one that meant much to me, my dad. My mom left me as a child to be with another man, her fated mate, as she claimed. I cried my eyes to sleep, evolving into a depressed girl.
• That was when dad quitted his outdoor job to come stay at home with me. Seeing my miserable condition, the Alpha of our pack granted him a work-from-home permit.
• Alpha Zavian would often come to spend a week or two at intervals while dad was forced to be away in the midst of his being the Alpha's PA.
• That's when I grew up to be addicted to having a loved one always present, but now I know as an adult, I've got to let others live their lives without tying them down.
• But I just can't let go of Zavian. I've let go of my dad. I believe I'll be able to spend the next few years without him constantly present.
• But as for Zavian.
• I would say—
• That's a big NO.