CONNOR
I remained in my car at the entrance of the Grace’s house, willing her to come out, maybe to get something or to see off the woman that went in there earlier.
I wasn’t sure I’d be lucky enough to see her again as the day was getting darker, but I had to make an effort. Who knows?
As Marcus drove me back home after speaking with her, I thought long and hard on how to get closer to my mate and my child, how to make up for all those years I was absent from their lives.
“Is something bothering you, Alpha?” Marcus had asked, staring at me from the car’s rearview mirror.
I shook my head and sent him a fake smile. I was aware he was still waiting for me to tell him what was going on, but also knew I would when I was ready. And that was when the idea of coming to her place later today without his knowledge occurred to me.
I had let him drop me off at the house and go back home before rushing in to change to a more casual outfit, chose a less conspicuous car and drove back to Grace’s compound.
I had spent over an hour with my eyes locked at her door, wishing she would come out so I could have another chance to speak to her.
I knew I was acting obsessive, but I couldn’t let her out of my sight after finally meeting her.
A chilling wind blew across the drive way, and it suddenly started to rain. I wind up the window on the driver’s side where I was when a blue Mercedes-Benz E-class drove up in front of me.
The driver was far bolder than me who was trying so hard to stay out of sight, but of course, whoever they are, I was pretty sure they would be more welcomed here than I would. The engine of the car was turned off and it seemed as if the driver was, just like me, waiting for someone, because after turning off the engine, they didn’t come out.
I dragged my attention from the driver and turned on my car’s stereo, warming up to Cindy Laupa’s Time After Time before turning all my focus back to Grace’s door.
I know Grace didn’t understand now, but I believe, according to the lyrics of the song, that we’re both lost and somehow, with just the possibility of perhaps a single percent chance, we had found each other once more.
It was as though my imaginations were running wild when her door suddenly opened and she stepped out.
She was surprisingly dressed in an office outfit consisting of a bright yellow top and grey skirt that stopped below her knees with the brown handbag I had seen slung over her shoulders earlier today. Her dark wavy hair sparkling in the dim light outside her door.
She looked petite and simply stunning. But how could she be dressed this way at this time of the night anyway?
I watched in awe as her sauntered down the stairs, about to open the door to come out but was stuck when a man that looked like he was in his late thirties hopped out of the blue Mercedes and shot open an umbrella, walking towards her and smiling. He kissed the back of her palms and rushed to open the front passenger door for her as she smiled back at him and slid in.
My jaw tightened with rage.
Water drained from every part of my body, my blood boiled and Max started running about in my head, feeling as angry and anxious as I was. All I wanted so bad at that moment was to run over and hit the man hard, threaten him never to go close to my mate again and hurl my mate out of his wretched car.
Who the hell was he anyway? I wondered in exasperation clutching tightly onto the steering. Maybe she was going on a date with him, a good answer to why she was dressed like that at the time of the day. Or maybe she was even seeing him already and he was the reason she hadn’t even given me a chance to talk.
Anger, jealousy like rising steam surged through me.
The Mercedes drove out of the driveway into the street, the complete opposite way I should be going, home. But I couldn’t stop myself from switching on my engine and following behind them like a psychopathic stalker.
This is unlike you, Connor, I reminded myself. You’ve never nursed such jealousy over anyone, nor feel possessive towards them, no matter their looks or influence.
I know all that, but Grace is different. She’s the first woman to ever make me feel butterflies in my stomach, sparks in the slightest touch. She’s the only woman that has stayed on my mind for years. I could never stick to anyone for more than a month. It was just great sex I got and that was all, nothing more.
So I followed closely behind the Mercedes through the light traffic and damp roads till they stopped in front of a tall building displaying different names of companies and shops. It was obviously a commercial building.
The rain was now a drizzle.
Grace stepped out from the car like she was in a hurry, rushing into a part of the building tagged NAS Daily boldly placed at the side.
Half relief flushed through me. They weren’t going for a date but obviously work. But why this time anyway when the day was already dark? And why did he have to drive her to work? The blue car guy parked his car and strolled into the same place Grace went, looking all smug with his hands deep in his pockets.
His temerity was unsettling. Grace shouldn’t be hanging out with guys like this, or any guy for that matter
I never knew Grace worked at a newspaper company. I thought she was only a freelancer as the information from Marcus’s source had read.
There was still so much left to know about her, I thought sourly, as I turned my steering and drove straight home.