Hiding the Alpha’s Baby (Layla and Alexander’s)

AYLA

I groan, shifting onto my back and opening my eyes. My body aches in strange places.

My eyes stare at the familiar ceiling. It looks to be Massimo’s room back home. The sheets over me also smell like him.

Confused, I glance to my right and find him sitting on the bed, his back facing me. He is wearing a black suit, and his hands are busy fixing his cufflinks.

The memories from last night pour in one after another. My cheeks heat, and I pull the sheets to my chin.

I had sex with him. It felt so- - -good. My lips pucker out. Oh, Goddess.

What now?

How did I seduce him and throw myself at him numerous times?

“You slept for half the day. I was wondering if you have slipped into a coma.” Massimo's deep voice fills the space.

“You tired me out-- -" I blurt, and squeeze my eyes shut the next moment.

Such a good way to embarrass myself more.

I can sense him shifting in the bed. The heat of his gaze warms my face, making me pull the sheets higher, to my nose.

“What's with you and Cassian?” He asks.

My hands freeze. I open my eyes and meet his gaze. It's different from last night. He is cold now.

My heart sinks as I lower the sheets back to my chin and squeal. “what about Cassian and me? “That's what I am asking, Kitten? What is Cassian to you?" He blinks, emotionless but dangerous.

Unconsciously, I gulp and avert my gaze. Why is he asking me that right now?

“I will only ask once and I want you to be honest” Massimo says, in a low voice. “do you have a thing for Cassian?

My guts twist and I utter right away. “No."

I can never have a thing for someone like Cassia.

“Look at me.” His fingers land on my chin, sending a wave of sparks down my back and he forces me to look his way.

“I despise him. “I end up blurting, giving away what I truly feel.

Massimo stares at me, with those deep and assessing eyes. It does something to my heart, makes it beat faster, and harder in my chest.

“Why?” The next question is heavier than the last.

My hands clench around the sheet as I lower my gaze to the open collar of his shirt. I don't want to start panicking. I don't want to think about what Cassian used to do.

“You were engaged to him. Even after knowing he is not your fated mate, you- - -

“I would have killed myself before mating with him, Massimo.” I interrupt him impulsively.

His fingers stiffen over my chin. He pulls his hand away and turns his back to me.

“Why?” Massimo repeats the question.” what did he do to you?"

It seems like I am treading on a thin layer of ice. He sounds threatening, not towards me, but towards Cassian.

My eyes water, and my chin wobbles. “I- - -can not tell you right now. Don’t ask me.

Massimo glances at me from over his shoulder, regarding me cooly but thoughtfully.

“Did he put his hands on you like the fucker from last night?” His next words have me flinching in my spot.

I open my mouth, try to deny it, but fail miserably. I should lie. I should tell Massimo a story. But as he stares into my teary eyes, I find myself tongue-tied. I can not bring myself to lie to him. “He liked to- - -make fun of my weakness. “I mumble, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

“Which is? “A frown settles between his brows.

I need to come up with something to get out of this helpless situation.

“You want me to tell you everything?” I choke out.

Massimo only blinks. I nod at him.

“If you want me to tell you everything myself, Massimo, you should tell me why you hate my Dad so much.”

His shoulders go taut under his fitted suit. Our gazes lock, his eyes filling with ice. The air shifts and the little connection between us dies.

“You can't, can you?” I whisper, my heart twisting inside my chest. ” is it because you don't want me to know or because you can't voice it out?”

Putting your past into words makes it real again. People say you must share your pains if you want to heal but they never talk about how hard it is to share those pains, or about the people who caused pain, or the incident that changed your life forever.

It's like you must admit that something happened to you and now, you are broken.

That's why it's easier to pretend that you are fine. As long as you can.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Massimo doesn't say anything, but his eyes tell me everything I need to know. We are similar. I don't think he ever shared his pain or voiced out what has his heart in a vice.

“I know you can not bring yourself to talk about it even if you want to.” Unconsciously, my voice softens and my hand reaches out to his hand placed on the bed. Our fingers brush, and the sparks take away the agony that makes my spine tingle.

“Just like that- - -I find it hard to speak about it, Massimo. It's hard to acknowledge that I am not the happy girl I like to pretend. If I voice it all out, there will be no way left for me to take it back, to hide myself again. “I utter and take my hand back.

Massimo is there, watching me but I turn my back on him. If I keep looking into those coaxing eyes, I might end up giving all my secrets away.

I don't want that. Not to the man who is my nemesis.

For a long time, he stays there, unmoving and staring at my back. There is this odd feeling in my chest that wants me to turn back around and embrace him.

Maybe, people who are alike can fix each other. But “maybe’ is too much of a risk. I can not afford to get my heart crushed again or this time, I will never get back on my feet.

“Your Dad, Alexander Alvarez- - -" Massimo whispers quietly, and rises from the bed.

My heart clenches, my ears waiting, and my body rigid.

“Your Dad killed my parents.”

After dropping that bomb, Massimo leaves but I find my ground slipping from beneath my body.