Olivia’s POV:
Alec drove in silence as I stole a few glances at him.
The day quickly went by, and I was so happy that I even forgot about the incident that had happened in town.
Micah was fast asleep in the back seat, and that was exactly what I needed because I wanted to talk to Alec in private.
I looked at him, then cleared my throat to get his attention.
He looked at me for a second, then focused on the road.
“Speak,” he ordered.
“Who was she?” I asked without wasting any time.
The atmosphere instantly got tense.
“She was someone I fucked once in the past,” he answered simply.
I felt my heart ache badly at his confession. I shifted my gaze to the window and chose to keep quiet.
“Would you have preferred me to lie to you?” he asked.
I looked at him coldly, then sighed heavily.
“No,” I answered in a low tone.
“I wouldn’t have wanted that as well. That’s why I told you the truth. Before I met you, I wasn’t righteous in any way. I drank and fucked around. A few women came my way, and I chose to entertain them. Among those women was that lady. But it doesn’t mean I feel the same way as I did back then. It’s been so long since I messed around, and now that I’m with you, I’ll remain faithful. I want to give you everything you want and see you smile happily by my side. I want to pledge my very being to you and forever be your strength,” he said as I felt my cheeks heat up.
Why was he so honest and daring whenever he spoke seriously?
“I understand,” I whispered softly.
“I’m glad you do,” he whispered back, then turned on the radio to play some music.
When he stopped changing channels at a certain song, I smiled happily.
It was my favorite song that I used to play every week back at home.
He looked at me and then smirked.
“It’s one of my favorite songs,” he said, then began to sing, surprising me.
I was so shocked that he could sing very well and that we loved the same song.
I hesitated but joined in singing in a low tone, and that seemed to surprise him as well. When I picked up my pitch, we began singing like teen lovers who enjoyed the noise we made in the car.
It was fun, and it felt amazing because we matched each other so well. When we stopped singing, we looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
I looked at the rearview mirror and noticed that Micah was still asleep.
I sighed in relief and then extended my hand to Alec, who quickly linked one of his hands to mine while he drove with another.
“Are you okay?” he asked in concern.
“I’m more than okay,” I answered.
“What are your hobbies?” I asked to get to know him better.
“Mm, music, singing, although it’s odd. I also love reading and watching movies,” he answered.
I was stunned because I was hearing my own hobbies from him.
“What calms you down whenever you get angry?” I asked.
“Alcohol, without a doubt. Now that you are by my side, I’m hoping it will be you,” he answered as I smiled.
He crossed, made a U-turn, and drove on the huge road that led straight to the pack house.
I glanced in the rearview mirror to check on Micah again.
Once he had parked the car, we stepped out. It was very late at night, and most of the people weren’t anywhere to be seen.
“Should I carry Micah?” he asked softly.
“Yes, please,” I answered.
He opened the back door and lifted her in his arms.
I shut the door behind him and walked with him into the pack house.
Once he was in our room, he put her on the bed, and I covered her carefully.
He looked at me and grinned.
“Would you like to have a beer with me?” he asked.
“Of course,” I answered without a second thought and walked out with him.
When we walked into a bedroom that was filled with his scent, I frowned.
“Is this your bedroom?” I asked.
“Of course, I have two,” he answered, then walked to the radio which was on his desk and turned it on.
As the music played, he walked to the whiskey table and grabbed the bottle and a whiskey glass in his hands.
He walked over to where I was and handed me the whiskey glass, which I took without hesitation.
He poured the contents into my cup and drank from the bottle as he waited for me to take a sip.
I took a sip from the glass and walked to the bed to sit down.
“Is whiskey okay for you?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s strong but not that bad,” I answered, then took another sip.
“Hey, you can sit next to me,” I said seriously.
“No, I’m okay standing in front of you,” he answered.
“Why?” I asked, concerned.
“I don’t want to act on my feelings,” he answered, confusing me.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand,” I said honestly.
He moved and sat next to me, then took a sip from his bottle.
“Do you know that no man would stay sane and fully in control when they are sitting next to their lover?” he asked.
I lowered my gaze to the floor, feeling embarrassed now that I understood what he meant. While I was asking him to sit next to me to get to know him better, he was very conscious of me. Now that he had said it aloud, I too was feeling conscious of him.
“What makes you think I’m not conscious of you?” I asked seriously.
He looked at me, then smiled.
“Are you saying that to appease me, or are you really conscious of me?” he asked.
“I am not saying this to make you happy. Ever since you kissed me in my country, I have been aware of your presence. I want to know more about you and be able to touch you as much as I desire,” I answered.
He placed the bottle on the ground and took the whiskey glass from my hand, placing it next to the bottle.
“Olivia,” he called, taking my free hand and placing it on his chest.
“Please feel free to touch me in any way you want or feel like. Have you forgotten? I am your man,” he said, leaning in and kissing me. I kissed him back as he slid his cold hands into my blouse, making me shiver.
I wanted to feel more of him and be closer to him in an intimate way. If sex was a means to deeply connect with someone I cherished and loved, then I was going to go through with it and have all of him.