The Alpha's Virgin Possession(17)

“What the fuck for?” Dean was a lazy ass. He only ever did what was necessary and never went out of his way.

“I’ve got to find some way to keep my woman interested. I didn’t buy her to remain on her back at all times.” He took another chocolate waiting for his friend to answer.

“I can’t stay for dinner. Pack is having a meeting and is requesting my presence.” Dean’s pack didn’t like their friendship. Nick wondered if it was going to cause the other man a problem and asked. “It shouldn’t. None of the packs should have any influence in being friends.”

He heard Dean sigh. Their friendship was strange. They were both wealthy businessmen. Dean worked for him as well when it came to business with other wolves. They also had many ventures together making money.

“If it does let me know. I doubt you could handle exile.”

“Fuck off, Nick. I could more than handle exile. I’ve got a string of willing women who’d come with me.”

Laughing, Nick turned back to look through the door. Clara was turning in a pair of jeans that did nothing for her figure and pissed him off. In fact they were horrid. They made her look large without any curves. “I’ve got to go. Don’t forget the e-reader, or I’ll never forgive you.”

“Whatever. See you soon.” Dean rung off first. Snapping his phone shut, Nick went toward the other room.

“You’re not having them. They’re fucking horrid.”

For the next hour he stopped Clara from taking clothes that were awful. When she made no move toward the dresses or skirt, Nick picked out the colors he liked. He stood watching her as she changed into the skirts. The women were sniggering, but he didn’t give them any of his attention. His focus was entirely on the woman in front of him.

“Nick, please, turn around,” she said, begging him.

“This is my hard-earned money. I’m not going anywhere, honey. You’re going to change into the clothes I like.” Tapping his chin, he waited for her to wriggle into the skirt. Staring at it with a critical eye, he picked out three pencil skirts along with ten dresses. “We’ll go shopping soon for more clothes.”

He packed the women out of his house leaving him alone with Clara. Turning around he saw Clara wasn’t standing behind him. Nick found her folding up clothes and placing them in a neat pile. She tugged off the tags hanging from the neck of each item.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m putting my new clothes away,” she said. Her agitation was easy to read.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re pissed at me?” he asked.

She stood up, glaring at him but not saying a word.

“Am I supposed to guess what’s going on in your head?”

Clara picked up the clothes and brushed past him. Staring up at the ceiling, Nick wished they were back in the pool when she was softer against him, loving what he did to her body. Checking his watch, he saw it was only a little after three. Dean wouldn’t be arriving ‘til six, and then they had the rest of the night. There was no way he’d be spending the rest of the day dealing with her mood.

Following upstairs, he found her putting clothes in the walk-in wardrobe. “What’s your problem?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said, brushing him off. She pushed past him to grab another item of clothing. For several minutes she busied herself ignoring him at every turn. His anger was increasing. She was supposed to be thankful to him. Not only had he bought her but he’d also given her a far better life.

“Stop.” He grabbed her arm as she tried to pass him.

She stared at the ground, not giving him the time of day.

“For fuck’s sake, stop being a baby and tell me what your problem is.”

Her eyes sparkled, shooting him with a glare. He found her anger incredibly cute.

Not good. She’s pissed.

“I’m being a baby? I’m not the one who has to be in control of everything.” She growled out her frustration. Tugging her arm out of his hold, she finished putting away her clothing.

His frustration was piqued. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked.

“You have no idea, do you?”

“I’m not a bloody woman. I can’t read minds either.” Running fingers through his hair he was confused by what went wrong.

“Fine. It’s all right for you being used to being this fucking god to all women, but people like me are not.”

“What the hell are you getting at?” he asked.

None of her words were making sense. Why couldn’t they go back to the pool where she was more than happy to give a part of herself to him?