Mr. Anonymous

ELENA PETERS

I sat in the taxi, lost in my thoughts. I didn’t know how I was going to handle being with Vince in his house. Especially after what had transpired between us.

I had tried everything in my power to ensure I didn’t hop on this taxi to his house. But it was fruitless. Cause my father was hellbent on me coming over.

I had tried having my stepmother speak to him. But she didn’t seem to care about my dilemma.

I had offered to my father to let Tracy go. But he refused saying Vince asked for me. And it would be disrespectful if Tracy was the one who showed up.

In the end, I was taking a taxi to his home.

The small tap on my leg jolted me out of my thoughts. I whipped my head to look at the cause.

And it was then I noticed that the taxi had stopped moving. And the tap was from the taxi driver.

“We are at your proposed location.”

I let out a tight smile. As my nervousness increased even more, I fisted my hands, trying to calm my raging heart.

I am here. I am in Vince’s house.

“Uhm. Is this perhaps the wrong location?” The taxi driver asked, disrupting my disturbed thoughts.

He gave me a worried and confused look.

I turned to look at my surroundings. To check if I was indeed at the right location. Yep. It is indeed the right location.

I let out an awkward smile. “No. This is my stop.”

There was no way in hell I would be unable to recognize Vince's house. I had been here so often that I was sure I could come here even with my senses off.

It had become my second home, as Trent was always inviting me over for every little event they had in his home. I was always around him and his family. Maybe that’s why I didn’t accept his cheating.

He had made me believe he was only into me. He loved only me, and he made everyone think the same.

But it had turned out that it was just a facade. As he was balls-deep into my sister now.

I shook off the thoughts. I could feel tears pooling around my eyes. There was no need to waste my tears on an ingrate like him.

“Thank you,” I said to the taxi driver, bringing out some cash from my purse and handing it to him before heading out of the taxi.

The taxi sped off, leaving me alone in the cold night in front of Vince’s house.

I turned to stare at it. A huge mansion. Perfect place for an Alpha to live.

It was perfect for him to devour me without anyone knowing or coming to my aid. I squeezed my palms tightly. Trying to still my raging fear and worry. And maddening arousal. Dear goddess.

I ended up standing still and staring at the house. I made no motion to move in.

Maybe if I stood here long enough, I would teleport back to my room, and I wouldn’t have to do this.

I groaned out in frustration. This was totally ridiculous. Again, this wasn't my first time coming here.

I had no reason to feel nervous or scared. It was just a house. Not my death sentence. and so I should move my legs and walk into the house.

Except I didn’t. Deep down, I knew I had every reason to be nervous.

A flash of Vince's hooded and dark gaze came to my memory. And it caused goosebumps all over me.

I heaved a deep sigh. It's better to get it all over with. The faster it’s over, the better.

I walked through the gates. I couldn’t help but notice the deserted feel of the house. The guards and maids were nowhere to be seen.

The house was so quiet that even my wolf couldn’t hear a single sound.

I got to the front porch and was about to ring the doorbell. But was stopped when the door came open by itself.

And then Vince came in sight, he was standing behind the door holding the doorknob. He was clad in loose P.J. pants and a white tee, which clung to his body perfectly.

His biceps stretched across the white tees, showcasing his sculpted shoulders and broad chest. His loose pants hung low on his hips. My mouth watered instantly by the sight.

His mussed hair made him appear more sexy. And his eyes pierced mine with so much intensity that it made my cheeks reddened and my thighs hot. I clenched them tightly.

My eyes traveled down to his pants. And the huge bulge I saw made me gulp hard.

I was taken back to the night when he had entered me. How big he felt. How hard-

I shook my head trying to remove the inappropriate thoughts popping in my head.

I focused my gaze on his face instead. Hoping it would dispel the thoughts.

But the desire that pooled in his eyes only made my panties soak. I was taken back to that night. To how tight his face was when he pounded into me.

Hard. Fast. Without mercy.

I swallowed hard. Removing my eyes completely from his. as focusing my eyes on his didn’t work.

I stepped inside. Avoiding his intense gaze.

He reached for the door and slammed it hard. Causing me to jerk up and causing my heart to race. I could tell from their actions that he was pissed.

He stormed towards me at a slow and angry pace. His eyes still trained on mine. My heart raced even more in fear and excitement.

When he got within proximity to me, he leaned down to my ears. Causing me to bite down a moan from the contact of his mouth on my sensitive earbuds.

“I thought you weren’t going to show up.” He whispered. Softly. His eyes had gone from angry to soft. And his intense angered stare had melted into pools of desire.

“I didn’t have a choice.” My voice came out more hoarse and low-toned. I doubted if he even heard it. But I moved back, ruining the proximity.

His eyes lingered on mine. And straight to my lips. Then, back to my eyes.

I fisted my hands tightly in a ball. Wanting to stop the wetness pooling around my thighs. Wanting to stop how drawn I felt to his eyes and his sexy physique.

His hands came on my face. He tucked the strands of hair that had fallen on my face behind my ears.

The simple touch made me even more wet. And I had the urge to press my body against him and just let him dominate my body the way he did that night.

Let him fuck me till my senses were all shut off, and I couldn’t tell right from wrong.

I swallowed hard. This was crazy. Inappropriate. And very, very wrong.

Yet I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help how my panties wet just from his intense gaze. I knew he felt the same thing. I knew from the hard bulge in his pants.

However, it still didn’t make it right.

“You made me wait for so long, sweetheart. That was so unfair of you.” The low growl in his voice made me even wetter.

I swallowed hard. Wondering how long he had been watching me from inside.

“I was so excited seeing you hop out of that taxi.” His hands caressed my face, which sent ripples down my thighs.“So excited because I thought you weren’t going to show up. I’m fucking glad that you did.” He said again.

I didn’t know how to respond. Hell, I didn’t even know if I could utter any words. My heart was beating fast. My panties were soaked. And I felt locked under his gaze.

“Aren’t you gonna talk, or are you just gonna stay mute all night?” He asked in a husky note. Making my legs pool more with wetness.

I swallowed hard. Trying to form a sentence.

But his hands were on my face. And they were so distracting. I wondered if he was going to trail them down to my cleavages like he did at the party.

Perhaps he would go down to my nipples and-

Holy crap! What is wrong with me? Why do I keep getting so lusty in his presence?

Shaking my head. I stilled my voice. Wanting to gain control of myself.

“Where is the portrait?” I managed to form the words.

He smirked. Noticing my discomfort.

“We both know that’s not what you wanna ask.”

I pressed my fingers tightly. I was sure they would have bruises with the way I was clutching them.

“I only want the portrait.”

“Come on, darling. You can be truthful. Tell me what you want.”

You. Geez, Elena. I pinched my hands for the crazy thoughts. No way In hell was I going to say that.

I took in a deep breath. The whole purpose of this meeting was to find out why he had the pictures. That should be the only thing I want. Answers.

“Alright. I’d like to know why you have those pictures on your phone." I said with newly formed guts. "Are you...are you Mr. Anonymous?”