Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Desire To Kiss

Roman’s POV

Jason and Lucian prepared a feast for the five of us... or rather, for six now.

Lucian had cooked dishes so flavorful they made us wonder if this bastard had missed his calling. Maybe he should’ve been a chef at some five-star hotel instead of a drug maker or savage killer.

Imagine a man who can slit a throat without flinching, killing in cold blood as if it were a daily chore, and yet the same man cooks like a seasoned family man. That combination didn’t make sense, but then again, that was Lucian. You could never guess what he’d surprise us with next.

"It’s ready," Lucian announced just as I stepped forward to help them set the table.

This time, though, there was a difference. Instead of five, six plates were served—like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jason and Lucian placed each dish with practiced ease, setting them neatly across the dining table.

Lucian pushed one plate toward me. "Go, feed this to that bitch."

I looked down at the plate full of beautifully arranged food, the aroma tempting even me.

"Doesn’t look like something you’d make for someone you call a bitch," Rafe remarked as he dropped lazily into his seat.

"I call you a bitch and you’re still here eating my food," Lucian replied with a wicked smirk.

Rafe shot him a grin. "But a bitch with a pussy seems more interesting, doesn’t it?"

"I’m sure your ass is equally interesting," Lucian fired back.

"Not more than yours," Rafe returned without missing a beat.

The rest of us exhaled in collective defeat. Their banter could go on forever, neither of them ever getting tired of throwing jabs.

"You two can get the hell out of here and leave us to eat in peace," Kael warned, voice flat and firm.

As always, Kael to the rescue.

They went silent immediately, and everyone took their seats. While I picked up the extra plate and headed toward the side house.

She didn’t refuse the food tonight either.

I left her alone once again and returned to the main house, where my brothers and I ate in peace, savoring the delicious meal and expensive wine, talking late into the night.

When it was time to sleep, I rose from my chair to return to the side house. At the same time Lucian slipped into his dark trench coat.

"Where are you going?" Kael asked him.

"You work during the day. My work begins at night," Lucian replied casually.

"Haven’t you two already taken care of everything?" I asked. "You should take a break tonight, after the good time we had together."

"There’s no harm in checking things again," Lucian insisted, already eyeing the tablet left on the table. "Or do you want me to sit here and watch you fuck that bitch on the camera feed tonight?"

"Of course. And I’ll make sure it’s better than the porn you used to jerk off to," I shot back and turned to leave. "Good night."

Jason stood up. "I’ll come with you."

"No need," Lucian declined without hesitation. "It’s just a minor check-round. I’m going alone."

Jason didn’t argue. It was clear Lucian wanted some time by himself.

When I returned to the side house, she was already lying down. Maybe she was asleep, maybe not,

I didn’t want to disturb her. Quietly, I cleared the empty dishes from the small table, carried them into the compact kitchen, and left them in the sink.

The night before, I’d stayed with her in the main house, sleeping on the couch so I wouldn’t scare her. But tonight was different. She seemed stable, calm. The bed in this room was large enough for two, and there was no reason for me to sleep in the couch.

I turned off the light, leaving only the soft glow of the wall lamp casting golden shadows across the room. The silence was thick, broken only by the rustle of sheets as I climbed into bed.

Lying beside her, with nothing but inches between our bodies, my thoughts drifted to the past—those endless nights I had imagined her this close. To hold her. To feel her warmth against me. To breathe her in.

And now that she was right here, within reach... but...

She lay on her side, back turned to me, as if she were intentionally drawing a line I wasn’t meant to cross.

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