The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 43: Game of Touches Part 1

Soon after, everyone had drifted into their own conversations, and my focus shifted to the meal laid before me.

“Florence," Nicholas's voice cut through the table, surprising me. He called my name in his usual tone, indifferent but I couldn't help finding my name sexy when he said it. The way he pronounces it made it special in a way.

These days, I don't have the chance to notice it since my emotions overwhelm me most of the time whenever I am with him. Well, we always have battles of intense emotions whenever we cross paths and honestly, part of me thinks that he was the one who was intentionally going in my space.

“Yeah?” I responded, throwing him one of my patented fake sweet smiles.

Dropping his utensils, Nicholas leaned back in his chair, oozing confidence and dominance. I raised a brow, suddenly uneasy at his body language.

"Mind telling us the recipe for your cookies? Seems like the pack members enjoyed them," he said, trying to sound casual but totally throwing a challenge my way.

Seriously, what’s his deal now?

“Yeah, why don't you tell us, Miss. I would love to take notes of your recipes. By the way, I am one of the cooks here” a middle-aged woman, smiling warmly, said. She was close to our part so she heard what Nicholas had uttered.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, yeah, sure," trying to gather my thoughts

As I began explaining, I quickly felt the weight of everyone's attention on me. I was not new to public attention, to say the least. So I am confident that I can easily do the request.

"Uh, so you start with the flour…." I began.

But I didn't expect that when I felt Nicholas' hand drop on the leg I had between his legs.

Shit.

I tried to pull my leg but he gripped it tighter, locking it in place using his legs. He started rubbing it in a subtle yet distracting manner. And in an instant, I knew immediately what game he was playing.

"And, uh, then you add the sugar...mix it well..." I trailed off, my focus faltering as his thumb started to stroke my calf.

The room felt strangely quiet as I struggled to maintain my train of thought. I glance at him, giving him a discreet glare. I couldn't help but notice a faint amusement dancing in Nicholas's eyes. A small smirk played on his lips while watching me intently.

I looked away from him and continued, "Right, then, uh, you add the chocolate chips,"

Nicholas's touch was light, almost as if he were testing the extent of my focus. His hands began to draw circles on my skin.

"Mix it all up, and then, uh, you bake it in the oven," I rushed through the explanation, “Then, viola, you have cookies”

“It sounds pretty easy,” someone commented.

I nodded at them, grabbing my drink and gulping it. I snapped my head to Nicholas, giving him a pointed glare. He casually popped a grape into his mouth, maintaining eye contact with me, smirking.

I tried to pull out my leg again but he kept it still locked between his legs. My feet pressed on his rock-hard cock. I clenched my fist, my body responding to his. I can feel a wave of heat pooling in my center.

The room seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sexual tension between us. I glared at him again. Popping another grape to his mouth, he moved his legs. I immediately pulled my leg and scrambled to find my shoes under the table, while maintaining a natural facade.

I took a deep breath, regulating my heart. At the corner of my eyes, I noticed Nicholas following the rising and falling of my chest. I am so damn because the simple gesture made me even more turned on.

I have gone mad!

The seconds stretched, each moment pregnant with tension. The table was a bustle of chatter. Not long after that, the crowd began to disperse, a signal for the morning's end. The people all have courtesy to Nicholas before leaving the hall.

“Did you enjoy the breakfast?” Layla whispered to me.

“Yeah, it was pretty good. I am full” I replied. It was true though. The food was to my taste. It was delicious but I was too uncomfortable to eat.

Layla and I rose from our seats, ready to take our leave while talking.

“What are your plans today?” Layla asked.

“I think I will continue painting my bedroom,” I said but Nicholas spoke, grabbing our attention.

“Florence needs to stay for a moment” he declared as if it was nothing new.

What the fudge?!

I snapped my head at him, “I'm sorry but why—”

Samantha cut me off, “Why does Florence need to stay?" suspicion lacing her words.

“Yeah, why?” I echoed, causing them to all look at me. “ What? First time seeing the mistress agree with the fiancée?”

Layla and Isaac cleared their throat, looking away.

"There's something I need to discuss with her," Nicholas stated, his tone carrying a sense of authority that left Samantha taken aback.

Well, me too.

“Oh, really?” Layla, rather enthusiastically, replied, suddenly grabbing Samantha's hand. “Then we should get going now”

“Wait, Layla,” I called.

“Stay, Florence,” Nicholas warned.

I shot him a pointed glare while Layla offered me a knowing smile, “Goodbye guys, have a nice chat”

“I am not done talking” Samantha grumbled but Layla pulled her already towards the door.

I watched them disappear behind the door leaving me behind. With a groan, I faced Nicholas who was casually looking at his cell phone.

I tap my heels impatiently to the floor, “Well? Aren't you going to say something? Let's get this over with”

Without looking at me, he gestured to the seat I took earlier, “Why don't we take a seat first while we wait for others to leave?”

I glanced around and saw a few people still preparing to leave. For Pete's sake!

“No thanks,” I quipped.

I stood my ground, not bothering to take a seat. My annoyance was practically hanging off me like a cloud. After the drama I just pulled, I wasn’t exactly in the mood for a heart-to-heart with him. Honestly, the quicker I bounced out here, the better. Plus, sitting in his fancy castle at this long, intimidating table? Not my vibe.

As the place slowly cleared out, leaving just Nicholas and me, my anxiety decided to go haywire. My gut feeling was screaming at me, and when your gut screams, it’s usually not a good sign.

To distract myself, I glanced around, catching Jake on his way out. “Jake!” I called, giving him a swift wave. He flashed one of those charming smiles of his and waved back.

Once he disappeared, I turned back to Nicholas, who was shooting icy glares my way, his phone now resting on the table. Just then, a young servant came up, bowing to him.

“Leave us alone for a moment” he ordered.

“Understood, Alpha,” the servant said curtly and skedaddled. The click of doors closing seemed to ring louder in the now-silent hall. A sudden wave of fear and nerves hit me like the start of a movie climax.