Chapter 24

Sabrina's POV

“I told you I was coming, so let me in.” He said that night, and that's how we got here. A different state for a vacation.

Our honeymoon, actually. I didn't want to do it.

My kids had the best birthday ever. Kyle made sure of that and he took his time to be there for them. I couldn't believe I've been so worried about him finding out about his kids but he was really being so sweet. I watched him and the kids together, and it always managed to melt my kids.

We all had a great time and after the festivities were over, I headed back to my room. I barely got changed before Kyle came knocking.

“Open up, Sabrina.”

“I'm tired and I'm not in the mood for this. Stop bugging me around like an obsessed man. You don't even like me. Stop, okay?”

“Open up. Let's talk.” I rolled my eyes and walked to the door and got it open, because I locked it shut. I'm sure he had tried to force himself in before realizing that.

“What? What do you want to talk about?” I asked him from the door, refusing to let him come in.

“At least let me in, I'm your husband and I've been good to you.” He pleaded, and it was cute to see, but I wasn't a fool. Sure, he was good to me because he wanted something.

“I'm not having sex with you, Kyle.” I told him so he would get it into his thick skull.

“Okay but invite me in.”

“You won't force yourself on me, will you?”

My brows were knitted in complete distrust. It seemed to piss him off.

“Fuck no. I've told you to stop thinking the worst of me. I just want to talk.”

“What's so important that you can't say it by the door?”

“You'll find out when I'm inside.”

All I wanted was to be out of my green dress, hit the shower then hit the bed for some good sleep. For once I was grateful that we had separate rooms because he's such an intolerable bother.

I stepped aside and let him walk in. He took his precious time looking around like he hasn't been here multiple times. Soon he made himself comfortable and took a seat on the edge of my bed. I joined him.

“I had a great time today. Did you?”

“Kyle.” I wasn't in the mood for jokes. I warned him with my tone, sure to throw him away if he stressed me.

“I've planned out our honeymoon. Different state. I've made it so special, the kids don't even have to come with us. I've made it so special for the both of us-”

I doubt I was hearing him correctly.

“Wait, stop. Honeymoon? Did I ask for that?” I was ready to pounce on him.

“You don't have to. It's just formality and is expected of us as newly weds.”

Such a liar. Since when was he terrified of the pack? Marcie, my new friend, told me a lot about him the first day we met at the dress shop. Apparently I've been so busy with my cleaning job to even have time to care for the alpha of my pack, now I am married to him.

“Kyle, nobody forces you to do what you don't want to do. Sure, it's great news, but the kids are coming with us or count me out.” I gave him my condition since he got to move me around like some cheap artifact.

“Count you out. No way. Fine, the kids can come. Don't blame me when we need space because you want me and the kids are everywhere.”

I knew what he was implying, but I wasn't falling for it.

“You should worry about yourself instead.” Then I yawned, my eyes beginning to get heavy. I was dead tired.

He looked at me, noticing.

“Let me take that dress off you. Let's shower together. I promise I won't touch you.”

I rolled my eyes.

“So you're just going to keep begging? Are you pretending to be nice now until you fuck me?”

“You think I'm being nice. That's a great start. I'm so proud. Trust me and let me.”

I thought long and hard. I was so tired I would either crash trying to get my clothes off after he leaves or I'll just crash inside the bathtub, and that would be a disaster.

“Fine. Only because I'm tired. Don't think you won.”

“Remember it's never a competition, wife.”

He said, teasing. Then a question came to mind.

“Why do you call me wife? What's wrong with calling me Sabrina?”

He sighed like I asked the most foolish question at the wrong time.

“Let's have this conversation another time. Let's get you under the shower.”

I couldn't even get up on my own so he pulled me up, and unzipped my dress. It wouldn't be the first time he had seen me naked but somehow, I was beginning to get shy. It's been years. I got pregnant. I gave birth.

I took deep breaths as the dress finally fell at my feet. He removed my bra and pulled my panties down. He didn't look at me weird.

Hell, he wasn't exactly looking at me at all, even though he was seeing me. He just did his thing. I guess truly he was going to keep to his word and somehow, that hurt me.

I wanted him to say I was beautiful, so I would tell him not to make any comments about my body.

I wanted him to say he found me attractive and got, so I would tell him to go fuck himself after helping me shower. But I didn't get the chance. The man was being boring and careful.

Eventually I stood, naked in front of him. He didn't make any expressions so overtime, my anxiety and shyness wore out. It seemed…normal.

His grip on me was so hard, there was no way I was going to fall while he got rid of his clothes too. He removed everything except his briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, but that was it.

He picked me up, bridal style and got us under the shower.

I shouldn't have trusted him. Hell, I shouldn't have trusted myself around him.