I awoke to Brax's fingertips drawing little circles over my waist, sweetly.
I should be feeling happy and yet all I could feel was a deep sense of dread; I must pretend just a little longer.
'What no work today, honey?'. I teased, entwining my fingertips in Brax's.
He chuckled deeply and rolled over on top of me.
'Last night was.. unexpected.. but I enjoyed it.. a lot'. He smirked, trailing his fingernails down my bare chest.
Of course he did.. I simply acted in the way that my sister probably would have done. If I was truly correct about him then.. he was used to being in control.. from the small amount I was able to find out.. he was the Pack's Torturer.
I should have known before.. Damien did mention him being an Omega Warrior.. all those signs.. and I very nearly left everything for a man who was using me simply for my sister's goals.
I was.. nothing. And soon he would realise the same but of himself.
