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“I’ll take mine.”

“That’s fine. You have twelve minutes.”

“That’s not fair!” She cries out.

In the background, I hear the sound of her keys jingling as she presumably makes her way out the door.

“Life isn’t fair. See you in twelve.”

Before she can argue with me, I end the call. Now, more than ever, I can’t wait to see her in my office. There’s no way she’ll make it in time. Hell, she wouldn’t have been able to make it in the original twenty. But then, that’s the point.

As usual, I give her an option that will make life so much easier for her, but her damned pride and stubborn streak keep her from using it. Someday, she’ll learn. Maybe today.

Peering again at my desk, I look for anything that might help drive this point home to her. Unfortunately, all I have are some paper and pens. I suppose I could make her write lines for me. Possibly bring her back to a more child-like state where she might actually feel the need to depend on me.

There’s also the corner. So many possibilities. As I run my hand down my shaft, I brush against the buckle of my belt. Then again, there’s nothing saying I can’t do all three. Not only did she lie, but she also refused my help. That, in and of itself, isn’t punishment worthy. What is, is her agreeing to my terms and not meeting them.

If she wants my help, she needs to show me she can be pliant and moldable. But then, I wish I could say I was being charitable. In all honesty, I want my hands on her body and her underneath me, crying out my name as I slam into her with hard, punishing strokes.

Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and bring up the GPS tracker. At least she’s making her way toward me. At this rate, however, she’s going to be at least thirty minutes late. With a groan, I pull up her details on my computer, keeping it as a side tab while I go about my work.

Just because I want to bury my cock inside her sweet little pussy doesn’t mean the world stops. The financial district depends on me keeping a level head and doing my job. I can only hope she finds a match soon so I can finagle my way into getting my claws into her in a much more intimate way.

Unable to concentrate, I look through my emails, but so far, nothing. At her age, she should have a match by now. Hell, at my age, so should I. But then, I’m sure the government is savingme for someone they think is special enough to land me as a husband.

Damn this stupid virus. Damn us going into these various dynamics. But most of all, damn the government for thinking they know better. Whatever happened to love, lust, and just pure animal instincts? Is the population really so devoid of Alphas and omegas that they keep insisting on these barbaric rituals?

I make my living by knowing everything, by controlling everything. In the same vein, the money the government uses to fund all this shit is partially my doing as well. Without Alphas like me with their hands in every aspect of trade, the money would no doubt dry up.

How often have we had to bail out the officials? By all rights, I should be able to go directly to the source and tell them who I want. But no. Somehow, even with all my privilege, I’m bound by the same strictures as some basic Alpha who doesn’t even own his own business.

Elitist? Yes. Do I give a damn? No. Not when it comes to Stephanie.

Never when it comes to Stephanie. I’ll do anything to chain her by my side. And once she’s there, no one, not even the government, is going to take her from me.

She’s an itch under my skin, an obsession that robs me of my sleep, and a wet dream I can’t stop stroking myself to. It’s only a matter of time until that dream becomes a reality. And when it does, she’ll be on her knees begging for Daddy to fill up her pretty little pussy with his cum.

CHAPTER 7

STEPHANIE

“FUCK” I scream out into the small confines of my cramped car. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Next to me, horns honk as they try to navigate around me, as if I’ve somehow chosen this exact spot to break down and fuck up their day. If I had my way, the check engine light wouldn’t have even been fucking on, let alone my car die on me like that. Rolling down my window, I motion for them to move around me.

Not that it helps. They still give me dirty looks, honk their horn, shoot me the bird, or a combination of all three… my favorite.

Rex

You’re five minutes late.

“No shit, Sherlock,” I grumble under my breath as I toss the phone to the side. Even if my car hadn’t broken down, I knew I wouldn’t make it in time.

We both knew. And yet…

Gritting my teeth, I turn the key again, praying to anyone or anything that will listen to let it start. No such luck. Frustratedtears pour down my face as I scream again, slamming my palms against the steering wheel. The sounds of my aggravation almost smother the raucous noise threatening to drown me.

Almost.

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