Mistaking the Alpha King for a Good Time

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Chapter 3

"Are you okay?" He looked down at me, the coldness from moments before instantly vanishing, replaced by gentle concern.

"I'm fine." I looked up at him, my eyes slightly moist. "Thank you."

He gently stroked my hair. "Don't cry. They won't dare come back."

"Who exactly are you?" I suddenly asked. "Your eyes just now... and your strength..."

His body visibly tensed.

"I just... work out a lot." His explanation sounded pretty weak.

I stared at him for a few seconds. Work out? What personal trainer could lift a grown man a foot off the ground? And that beast-like aura...

But whatever, everyone has secrets. What mattered was that he protected me.

"No matter who you are, thank you for protecting me today."

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek lightly.

His skin was warm, and I felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

"Now," I stepped back, eyes sparkling with mischief, "can we get back to talking business?"

He looked at me, his expression becoming complicated.

"About that service..." He took my hand, hesitating. "I need to think about it some more."

"Think about it?" I was a bit confused. "What's there to think about?"

"It's complicated," he looked at me deeply. "Give me some time, okay?"

Though I was a bit disappointed, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, I nodded.

"Alright, when can you give me an answer?"

"Soon," he promised.

"Oh," I suddenly realized something, "I still don't know your name."

He hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand. "Roger."

"Becky." I shook his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm. "Even though you're still considering my 'business,' how about dinner together?"

Roger looked at me, finally showing a hint of a smile. "I'd love to."

No matter who he was, no matter what secrets he was hiding, I wanted to know more about him.

This man made me feel something I'd never felt before.

Two hours later, at an Italian restaurant downtown.

"Do you... do this kind of work often?" I asked tentatively while cutting my steak.

Roger paused, his expression complex. "Sort of. But it's always heavy work."

Heavy? This kind of service was heavy? He really was professional, considering his clients' feelings.

"What's the youngest client you've had?"

"Twenty-one." He put down his fork. "A girl who couldn't get over a breakup, very much like you."

My eyes lit up. See! He definitely had experience, specializing in serving women who needed "comfort" after heartbreak!

"What happened then?" I asked curiously.

"I stopped her." Roger's expression grew heavy. "She's doing well now, married with children."

Stopped her? Was that some kind of technique where you refuse first then conquer? Making the client ultimately feel truly satisfied?

"You really are professional," I sighed admiringly. "Truly high-end service."

Roger looked at me, his eyes full of confusion. "Becky, are you really sure you want to do this?"

"Of course!" I didn't hesitate. "Especially with someone as... professional as you."

He was silent for a long time, finally sighing softly. "If you're really determined, at least let me understand you better first. Do your family members know about your current situation?"

"I don't really have much family left." I smiled bitterly. "After my father died, there's only my stepmother Victoria, and as you saw, she's now with my ex-boyfriend."

Roger's expression grew even more worried. "So you feel lonely?"

"A bit." I nodded. "But after meeting you, I feel like everything will get better."

"Becky..." He reached out as if to hold my hand, but ultimately just brushed it gently. "Promise me, no matter how sad you get, don't do anything foolish."

Foolish? Was sleeping with him considered foolish?

"I promise," I said with a smile, "I'll only do 'foolish things' with you."

Roger's face grew even paler.

Dinner was pleasant. Roger was gentlemanly and considerate, but I always felt he was troubled by something. Whenever I tried to bring up the "service" topic again, he would skillfully change the subject.

Finally, he politely walked me to my front door, not even giving me a goodnight kiss.

"Becky," at the doorway, he looked at me seriously, "if you change your mind, contact me anytime. Remember, nothing is insurmountable."

"I won't change my mind," I said firmly. "I'll wait for your answer."

Though a bit disappointed, this playing-hard-to-get actually made me more curious about him.

After returning home, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. My mind was full of everything that happened today—James's shamelessness, Roger's domineering protection, and that thoughtful expression he had during dinner.

This man was too mysterious, but it was exactly this mystery that fascinated me more.

The next morning at ten, I had just arrived at the office when my phone rang.

Seeing it was a message from Roger, my heartbeat instantly accelerated. Maybe he had made up his mind?

Roger: [I've thought about what happened yesterday. I can't take this job.]

What?!

I almost threw my phone. What was this situation? Yesterday he was holding me and marking his territory, today he was turning his back on me?

Me: [Why? I can pay more.]

Roger: [Money isn't the issue. You're still young, don't give up on yourself because of one man.]

Give up on myself? What was I giving up? I just wanted a perfect one-night stand to get revenge on that scumbag!

Me: [I just want to...]

Roger: [I know you're in pain right now, but time heals everything. You have such good qualities, you deserve someone better.]

God, was this man's brain malfunctioning? Right now I wasn't in pain about anything except wanting to sleep with him!

Me: [Are you misunderstanding something?]

Roger: [No misunderstanding. I've seen too many girls like you, thinking ending it all would bring relief, but that's not the way to solve problems.]

Ending it all? Relief? I was getting more confused the more I read. Why was this man talking so strangely?

Roger: [Starting today, you need to report your whereabouts to me daily.]

Holy shit! What kind of play was this? Domineering CEO wanting to monitor my life?

Me: [What kind of play is this?]

Roger: [Also, you're not allowed to find any other... service providers.]

Not allowed to find other service providers? Wasn't this an exclusive contract? I was so excited I almost screamed!

Me: [Are you being jealous?]

Roger: [I'm thinking of your safety. Those people are dangerous.]

For my safety? This domineering protective setting was too thrilling!

Me: [Got it, exclusive contract, right? I like it.]

Roger: [Why does she sound even more excited?]

He was using third person again? Whatever, didn't matter. What mattered was that this mysterious man was starting to pay attention to my every move!

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