Chapter 6: A Roller-coaster
TERESA'S POV
I kept sneaking glances at the strange man driving me to God-knows-where, trying to figure out if he was just your run-of-the-mill psychopath or something else entirely. He hadn't uttered a single word since we got in the car, and the only sound was the soft classical music floating from the speakers. It felt more like the soundtrack to a horror movie than something meant to calm nerves. Every now and then, he'd mutter something under his breath and look even more annoyed, like he was mentally berating himself for ever letting me into his car. It was almost laughable because he'd been the one to practically shove me into his sleek, midnight-black Bentley like he had an urgent appointment with the Grim Reaper and I was his plus-one.
This man had a face like it was carved by angels—if angels had really bad tempers. He was ridiculously handsome, with a jawline that could cut glass and a gaze that seemed permanently set to "judgmental." His hair, dark as a moonless night, was slicked back, and he wore a suit that screamed "expensive taste." He looked like he'd stepped out of a James Bond movie, minus the charm. His annoyance level was off the charts, and I was almost certain his definition of fun was something along the lines of watching paint dry or insulting someone's entire existence with a perfectly timed eye-roll.
Suddenly he glanced up at me. "Are you going to tell me why you are still crying, or should I start guessing?" His tone was sharp, impatient, and bored.
I blinked up at him, startled. I didn't understand why my heart pounded just by hearing his voice. "I—uh..." I stammered, unsure of how to respond.
He sighed exasperatingly like he was already tired of the conversation and I began to wonder if I'd somehow stepped into a kidnapping gone wrong when his car phone suddenly rang, breaking the tension that had been building up like steam in a pressure cooker. Without so much as a glance at me, he pressed a button on the steering wheel,
"Kenneth," he barked into the car's speaker, startling me again "Make it quick." He added.
What was this man's problem?
"Alpha," a male voice filled the car. "Mr. Williams sent over his lawyer with the contract. The one about his daughter..." the voice said, sounding more whiny than alarmed.
The man groaned. Loudly. "The maid deal again? Are you kidding me?"
"It gets worse, sir," the voice continued, "The elders have organized a ball in your honor, it is already in full swing at the hotel. They insist you attend."