Can't Get Near The Alpha King novel Chapter 22

I dry myself off lethargically, feeling drained of energy after the intense mental and physical day. I slip on Ashton's hoodie, this reaching mid thigh, and my pants.

I leave the bathroom and am happy to see Ashton lying in only sweats on my bed, just like earlier.

I walk towards the bed and once I'm there I snuggle under the covers and cuddle into Ashton, loving the feel of us together.

He plays with my damp hair, sometimes lightly massaging my scalp, I hum in approvement when he does that - loving how relaxed we are.

I shortly find myself falling asleep, the darkness engulfing me.

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I wake up lazily, my eyes groggily opening and closing trying to get used to the sudden light. I idely stretch my hand out fully expecting to feel Ashton's presence beside me but unfortunately I'm greeted with a cold and empty bed.

I stay in bed for a while until the smell of fresh breakfast wafts into my nostrils and now I'm wide awake, I don't get changed out of Ashton's hoodie as it's only us two. I walk to kitchen slowly, deciding after 28 years of life that I'm not a morning person unless there is food for me.

I leisurely saunter into the kitchen and see Ashton at the hob, his muscles on his back changing when he moves around - doing his thing with the food.

I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist and place my face against his back and both of us hum in happiness, I could definitely get used to this.

A hot, greek god like man in my bed at night and then up in the morning to prepare breakfast for us - my life is complete.

He turns around smoothly and places a peck on my cheek, his lips linger there for a little until he turns round to continue with the food.

Whilst he is doing most of the work I get ourselves a drink each and set the island, once I'm finished with this, I sit up on the stools and lovingly watch my mate prepare us breakfast.

He finally turns round, after many grumbles from my stomach, with bacon sandwiches lathered in tomato ketchup, pancakes with maple syrup covering them, fresh fruit salad.

Wait, is this still my house or a bloody hotel?!

My mouth waters at the sight of the food and my stomach rumbles even more as if it has eyes of its own. Ash places the beautiful food down in front of us and being the polite person I am, I let him choose what he wants first as he made it all.

Our intense makeout session interrupted by the knocking on my door, I never usually find that annoying but in this case it's very frustrating.

We both part from each other, I gradually make my way to the door, while I'm doing that I also shove my hair into a messy bun and sort out my now creased hoodie.

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I can smell them before I see them, it's Anton, Ben and Blake. I give them all a big smile and open the door wider to let them in.

"Hello guys, to what do we owe this pleasure of your presence?" I say in a mock fake accent, to this they all laugh and plonk themselves on my couches.

Ashton and I then take the two seater, both of us very close, our thighs touching and our hands encased in each other's.

At this Anton raises a brow and winks at me, I smile back at him - loving his playfulness.

We all start talking about general topics, Blake and I catching up on pack matters as things have been a bit busy lately with the arrival of certain people, e.g. Ashton and the four men.