Page 8 of Her Bully Alpha

She glared at me. "You don't know where I live."

I scowled at her. "I have connections."

She snorted. "Good luck with that." She turned, walking away without a word, and I frowned, frustrated.

Chapter 4 - Sam

I wanted to hit something. But I kept my cool as I walked down the hallway and left the building. My fists grew tighter as I made it outside, and I ground my teeth together as I walked to my car. I could taste blood in my mouth from biting my cheek so hard.

I hated everything about this. And Jay! God, he just agreed! Announcing how we would be married so quickly. I should have punched him.

I opened my car and got inside, slamming the door shut once I was seated. I took a deep breath in.

"FUCK!" I yelled loudly, raised my hands, and pounded onto the steering wheel. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I felt the rage simmer over, and I swallowed and took another deep breath. I closed my eyes and gripped the steering wheel tightly. I felt my nails bit into the leather.

Once I felt I had my anger under control, I started my car and made my way out of the parking lot. I chewed on my cheek, replaying it over and over in my head.

I hated how good he looked. He was wearing a dark gray suit that went well with his complexion. He had his black hair combed back neatly, and his dark gray eyes took my breath away. He looked as cool and unapproachable as he had when we were younger. He had hardly aged. His jawbone was more prominent, and he had high cheekbones; otherwise, he looked like the young man he used to be.

But he was a man now, no longer that teenage boy that I had a simple crush on. No, he was hot enough to wet a woman's underwear just by walking by.

And I hated it. I hated how my eyes watched him and how I scanned him when he entered. He was built, and he looked so fucking sexy.

I shook my head. It was wrong. This entire thing was wrong. There was no way in hell we could make this work. I hated him, and I would never get over the past. I would never move on, and certainly never enough for us to actually have a child.

I was thriving and had grown so much from who I used to be. I wasn't just going to take this lying down. I was going to keep my life the way it was, no matter what.

As I pulled into my house, I knew Jay was going to make this all change so quickly, and I had no doubt in my mind he was going to show up ready to move everything. But had no idea who he was dealing with.

I smirked as I slid my shoes off and walked into the kitchen. I was going to drag this out, and rather than pack everything up, I was going to take my sweet time and remember everything. I was going to reminisce over everything.

I looked around my kitchen, taking in the meals and friends I had over. I remembered painting the walls a month after moving in, stepping into the paint, and spilling it all over the tile floors. I couldn't help but chuckle, remembering the panic because I had no idea how I was going to clean it up.

I walked over to my wine rack, grabbed a bottle, and popped the cork. I might as well drink, drink to what future I would have had here.

I poured myself a glass of wine and leaned onto the counter, looking into the living room. The couch and lounge chair I bought together. They were my first big purchase. I had strung up various pieces of artwork, and my photo wall was of trips I had taken.

I took a sip of my wine and sighed.

I'd lived in this house for five years, and it was full of things. I had laughed and cried in this house. I had painted and stripped the floors. I had wallpapered the bathroom and bought a new vanity. I had torn out walls and put up sheet rock. I did it. I mastered this mess and made it my home.

I glanced over at the makeshift office I created near the back of the living room. I had found some old wood and sanded it down, making a makeshift desk. There were plants strung up, and my office chair was pushed in.

The room glowed in the natural light and warmed the space. I went with a boho vibe when I put everything back together.

I took another sip of my wine and walked over to my bedroom. My room was warm, with a four-post bed and a matching dresser. I had lived sleeping on a blow-up mattress for almost six months before I bought a used bed online. The bed set was purchased just a year ago when I decided it was time to upgrade.

I looked down, running my toes onto the carpet, and glanced at the photos of my family on the wall. My mother smiled so sweetly in the pictures, and even though my father was a little rough, he still looked so happy. Henrik and I were still young in it, looking like the world was perfect, and maybe, at that time, it was.

So much had changed. Sometimes, I wished I could turn the clock back and go back to when things were simple. Back before, I realized how different everyone else was and how ordinary I was. Back when everyone was still alive.

I should probably start packing things up. Or at least go through things and mark what was fragile. The last thing I needed was to come home to someone going through my stuff and finding something precious broken.

I paused when there was a knock at my front door. My stomach flipped, and I scowled, feeling the hair on my body rise.

I walked over to the front door and peeked out of the peephole. Sure enough, Jay stood there with his arms crossed, tapping his foot. He looked uncomfortable as he looked around the neighborhood. I didn't fit in. Everyone who lived here was middle class, and he was clearly richer.

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