Chapter Fifteen – Who Does He Think He Is?

Alyssa and I were at the hotel bar for a couple of drinks before dinner a few hours later. I needed a few before dealing with them. I'd been careful to avoid running into any of them; I had other things on my mind. I planned on making Alyssa even more sexually frustrated than she already was. It wouldn’t take much. I’d wanted to playfully tease her by the pool, but I chose not to. My way of teaching her a lesson. It wasn’t easy for me not to take complete control and have my way with her. I would get what I wanted and needed when the timing was right.

I had to excuse myself to make a quick call. I told everyone not to disturb me, but I guess they didn’t know how to listen. I’d been gone for less than two days. I headed back inside, but Alyssa wasn’t where I’d left her. I glanced around and found her at the bar, and I was not a happy man. She wasn’t alone. There was some guy with her. Who the hell was he? And why did she seem like she was enjoying his attention? He looked like an idiot. They were laughing together; her hand was on his arm.

Did she really think I was going to stand and watch whatever this was unfolding? There was no chance in hell. I don’t like other men touching what is mine, or what will be mine. My jaw clenched, and my fists tightened at my sides. What was she playing at? What if someone from my family saw them, and then saw us together tonight? How would I explain that?

I went over to the bar and grabbed her wrist. “She’s not interested; back the hell off,” I warned, staring at the guy.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“A man you don’t want to get on the wrong side of. You should leave now,” I hissed.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He held his hands up, backed away, and disappeared. Fucking idiot! Who does he think he is? I dragged Alyssa away and back towards our table.

“Let me go, Wyatt,” she snapped.

I turned to face her. “What the hell was that? Who was he?”

“I was having a conversation with someone. What is your problem?”

I pulled her tightly to my chest. “I don’t like being made to look like an idiot, Alyssa. I also don’t like to share. What if someone saw you with him, huh?” I said through gritted teeth.

“I am not yours, Wyatt. You don’t get to tell me what to do or who I can or can’t talk to.” She whined.

I gripped her face, and she gasped. “Yes, I do, because you’re here with me. You are my date. Do you really think I will allow you to flirt with other men right in front of me? You belong to me this weekend, no one else.” I stated firmly.

I waited for her reaction. I braced myself for a slap in the face or a death glare, but I didn’t get either. Instead, she bit her lower lip, and her eyes darkened slightly. She seemed to be enjoying my possessive side. Perhaps there was hope for her still.

“I–I–I don’t belong to you,” she whispered.

I smirked, “Not yet, you don’t.”

I reached down and pressed my lips roughly to hers. I slipped my hand down further and gently placed it around her throat, dominating her lips with mine. I always make sure the other person knows I’m in charge. Alyssa’s arms came around my neck, and she happily kissed me back.

I broke the kiss first. Alyssa was panting and flushed. “What does that mean? I do not belong to you yet?”

I chuckled darkly, “You haven’t seen who I really am, kitten.”

She swallowed hard, “I know you well enough.”

“Not yet, you don’t. I get what I want.”

I shook my head and caressed her cheek with my thumb. “You don’t. Now, sit down. I’ll get us more drinks.”

She nodded and did as I told her. She slipped into the booth. I got us more drinks from the bar before rejoining her. I slid in next to her, placed the drinks on the table, and put my hand on her thigh, my fingertips resting on the inside. She shuddered under my touch.

I leaned down and kissed her neck while massaging her thigh. “You will not leave my side the entire time we are here. Are we clear, angel?” I rasped and sank my teeth into her neck.

She tried pressing her legs together. “Yes,” she breathed out.

I kissed the skin below her ear. “Good girl.”

A squeak-like sound escaped her lips. She would be putty in my hands in no time. She would continue to break. She could fight it, but we both knew how it would end. We could skip all of this, but sometimes the game is fun to play. But once she is mine, we will only play by my rules.

She turned her head, and her eyes met mine. “You are going to be a lot of trouble for me this weekend, aren’t you?” she asked softly.

“Oh, yes, I am.”

I’m not going to deny it. I am always open and honest, at least ninety-eight percent of the time. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at me.

“Quit rolling your eyes at me, kitten. I’ve been nice about it so far, but it won’t always be that way.”

Alyssa nodded and took a sip of her cocktail. I was expecting some argument from her, but I guess not. I won’t complain or get used to it because I’ve learned recently about the many sides of Miss Corbet.

“Are we all set for dinner? Are you sure there isn’t anything else I need to know that is important?” she asked.

“You know everything you need to, gorgeous. As long as you remember everything, all will be fine. Are you nervous?”

She sighed, “A little.”

I placed my hand on her face and claimed her lips again. It only lasted for a moment. “You will be fine. You will be next to me. I will answer most of the questions.”

I hoped that my family was too distracted by everything related to the wedding to leave us alone after the introductions were made. She nodded and smiled, taking another drink of her cocktail. I needed her to relax because if she was too nervous, some people might pick up that something was off, which is not what either of us needed.