THE ALPHA'S VIRGIN SLAVE: Submit Alpha Ian's curse - Chapter 385: Chapter 385
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Tanya's POV
I was busy decorating the living room while Ried was on the ladder painting the wall of the room.
I was so excited and surprised when he told me how he had already bought an apartment and that he needed my help to repaint and decorate it in the colors and styles I wanted.
At first, I refused, but when he told me how he was going to paint it all pink, I quickly agreed.
The apartment was bigger than my mom's, and everything in it looked very expensive but sadly lacked color. Most things were gray, and a few were black.
I hated that, so we went out shopping, and soon we returned with boxes and bags that had the needed tools and things we were going to use and put in the apartment.
I quickly began decorating and rearranging things while he went on to paint the walls dark blue.
"You sure work smart," I said while moving a vase from the table.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked without looking at me.
"You are already halfway through, yet I don't see any spots of paint on your body or clothes," I pointed out.
"That's because I'm wearing gloves, and I hate working messily. Oh, and I do have paint on my clothes as well as my gloves; you just can't see it because my back is turned towards you," he answered.
I smiled and then walked to the kitchen with the vase.
"When are you going to take a break?" I asked loudly while I put it on the kitchen table.
"Soon," he answered loudly.
"How soon?" I asked.
"Do you need something beautiful?" he asked.
"Yes, I want you to eat something," I answered.
"I am coming there right now," he said.
"No," I answered, and then quickly rushed to where he was, stopping him before he could move.
He was already down the ladder, and I could finally see spots of paint on his shirt and gloves.
"Why don't you want me to eat?" he asked.
"The table isn't set yet," I answered, then smiled.
Not only was I nervous because it was the first time I had prepared a meal for him, but I also didn't want to make a bad impression.
"That's okay, let's do it together," he said, then leaned in and kissed my head.
He walked past me when I sighed heavily.
"I don't know if the food will taste okay because I am not as much of a cook as my mother. I usually cook for my father, but it's not an amazing meal," I said sadly.
He stopped moving and then slowly turned to look at me.
"I completely can't bake or even attempt to do it; I suck," he answered as I frowned.
"What I'm trying to say is that no one is perfect at something they don't usually do or practice. On top of that, you are way better than me or August," he said as I frowned deeply.
"What?" I asked seriously.
I was surprised at how he was referring to himself as if there were two people.
He took off his gloves and moved closer, standing in front of me.
"I don't care what your mother can or can't cook because she means nothing to me. What I do care about is that you have prepared something to eat with your two beautiful hands," he said, then grabbed both of my hands, moving them to his lips and kissing them.
"I will eat happily no matter how the food tastes because my girlfriend did her very best to prepare a meal with me in mind," he said as I felt my heart flutter.
"Okay, then let's go and set the table together," I answered.
"Sure," he replied, then let go of my hand.
He was about to move when I quickly grabbed his hand.
"I just want to hold your hand for a minute; is that okay?" I asked softly.
"Of course," he answered, then smiled.
It not only felt amazing holding him because of the tingles I was feeling, but every second he looked at me or talked to me, I felt so happy.
"Can I help you paint the walls when we are done eating?" I asked softly.
"I would love that," he answered seriously.
I smiled and then looked at the closed door that led to the bathroom.
"After that, can we take a bath together?" I asked.
"No," he answered instantly, making my smile fade away.
"Why?" I asked in a low tone.
"I can't just bathe with you; I think you know that by now," he answered as I felt embarrassed.
I knew that already, even before I said it.
"I know that," I answered and then lowered my gaze to the ground.
Was I sounding desperate to him?
"Still, it's a no," he answered.
"And why is that? I told you that I'm okay with it, and I know what I'm talking about," I said seriously after I had looked up.
"I'm glad to hear that, believe me, but I can't just go through with it until I'm sure August is okay with it and well," he answered.
I glared at him and pulled my hand away.
"Why do you keep referring to yourself in such a manner? It doesn't make sense," I said loudly.
"I understand that I'm young, and perhaps you are not over my mother yet, but that doesn't mean you should take me for a fool," I said furiously.
When his eyes switched from golden yellow and went back to their original color, my heart instantly began to beat rapidly.
"Hello, Tanya," he greeted in a lighter voice I had known since first meeting him.
Something was off, and something was terribly wrong. I could feel it.
"Ried, what's going on?" I asked seriously.
"I am not him," he answered as I chuckled and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Then what should I call you this time?" I asked seriously.
"August," he answered.
I kept quiet, thinking hard about why he was saying that and how he could act like this.
"I'm seriously not Ried," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Then do you have multiple personality disorder?" I asked and then frowned when he broke out in laughter.
"What? No," he answered and then extended his hand to me.
"Come on, let's take a seat because there is something important I want to talk to you about," he said.
I hesitated but took his hand, moved with him to the sofas, and sat down.
"What is it?" I asked with concern.
"Have you ever heard of werewolves?" he asked.
"Of course, I have watched and read about them in books," I answered simply.
"No, not those funny ones. I mean real werewolves that shift," he said as I frowned.
"Where is this going?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Damn, I'll just show you; that way, it will be easy to understand what I'm about to explain to you," he said.
I wanted to ask him what it was that he wanted to explain and show me, but I chose to keep quiet and just listen to him.
I was busy decorating the living room while Ried was on the ladder painting the wall of the room.
I was so excited and surprised when he told me how he had already bought an apartment and that he needed my help to repaint and decorate it in the colors and styles I wanted.
At first, I refused, but when he told me how he was going to paint it all pink, I quickly agreed.
The apartment was bigger than my mom's, and everything in it looked very expensive but sadly lacked color. Most things were gray, and a few were black.
I hated that, so we went out shopping, and soon we returned with boxes and bags that had the needed tools and things we were going to use and put in the apartment.
I quickly began decorating and rearranging things while he went on to paint the walls dark blue.
"You sure work smart," I said while moving a vase from the table.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked without looking at me.
"You are already halfway through, yet I don't see any spots of paint on your body or clothes," I pointed out.
"That's because I'm wearing gloves, and I hate working messily. Oh, and I do have paint on my clothes as well as my gloves; you just can't see it because my back is turned towards you," he answered.
I smiled and then walked to the kitchen with the vase.
"When are you going to take a break?" I asked loudly while I put it on the kitchen table.
"Soon," he answered loudly.
"How soon?" I asked.
"Do you need something beautiful?" he asked.
"Yes, I want you to eat something," I answered.
"I am coming there right now," he said.
"No," I answered, and then quickly rushed to where he was, stopping him before he could move.
He was already down the ladder, and I could finally see spots of paint on his shirt and gloves.
"Why don't you want me to eat?" he asked.
"The table isn't set yet," I answered, then smiled.
Not only was I nervous because it was the first time I had prepared a meal for him, but I also didn't want to make a bad impression.
"That's okay, let's do it together," he said, then leaned in and kissed my head.
He walked past me when I sighed heavily.
"I don't know if the food will taste okay because I am not as much of a cook as my mother. I usually cook for my father, but it's not an amazing meal," I said sadly.
He stopped moving and then slowly turned to look at me.
"I completely can't bake or even attempt to do it; I suck," he answered as I frowned.
"What I'm trying to say is that no one is perfect at something they don't usually do or practice. On top of that, you are way better than me or August," he said as I frowned deeply.
"What?" I asked seriously.
I was surprised at how he was referring to himself as if there were two people.
He took off his gloves and moved closer, standing in front of me.
"I don't care what your mother can or can't cook because she means nothing to me. What I do care about is that you have prepared something to eat with your two beautiful hands," he said, then grabbed both of my hands, moving them to his lips and kissing them.
"I will eat happily no matter how the food tastes because my girlfriend did her very best to prepare a meal with me in mind," he said as I felt my heart flutter.
"Okay, then let's go and set the table together," I answered.
"Sure," he replied, then let go of my hand.
He was about to move when I quickly grabbed his hand.
"I just want to hold your hand for a minute; is that okay?" I asked softly.
"Of course," he answered, then smiled.
It not only felt amazing holding him because of the tingles I was feeling, but every second he looked at me or talked to me, I felt so happy.
"Can I help you paint the walls when we are done eating?" I asked softly.
"I would love that," he answered seriously.
I smiled and then looked at the closed door that led to the bathroom.
"After that, can we take a bath together?" I asked.
"No," he answered instantly, making my smile fade away.
"Why?" I asked in a low tone.
"I can't just bathe with you; I think you know that by now," he answered as I felt embarrassed.
I knew that already, even before I said it.
"I know that," I answered and then lowered my gaze to the ground.
Was I sounding desperate to him?
"Still, it's a no," he answered.
"And why is that? I told you that I'm okay with it, and I know what I'm talking about," I said seriously after I had looked up.
"I'm glad to hear that, believe me, but I can't just go through with it until I'm sure August is okay with it and well," he answered.
I glared at him and pulled my hand away.
"Why do you keep referring to yourself in such a manner? It doesn't make sense," I said loudly.
"I understand that I'm young, and perhaps you are not over my mother yet, but that doesn't mean you should take me for a fool," I said furiously.
When his eyes switched from golden yellow and went back to their original color, my heart instantly began to beat rapidly.
"Hello, Tanya," he greeted in a lighter voice I had known since first meeting him.
Something was off, and something was terribly wrong. I could feel it.
"Ried, what's going on?" I asked seriously.
"I am not him," he answered as I chuckled and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Then what should I call you this time?" I asked seriously.
"August," he answered.
I kept quiet, thinking hard about why he was saying that and how he could act like this.
"I'm seriously not Ried," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Then do you have multiple personality disorder?" I asked and then frowned when he broke out in laughter.
"What? No," he answered and then extended his hand to me.
"Come on, let's take a seat because there is something important I want to talk to you about," he said.
I hesitated but took his hand, moved with him to the sofas, and sat down.
"What is it?" I asked with concern.
"Have you ever heard of werewolves?" he asked.
"Of course, I have watched and read about them in books," I answered simply.
"No, not those funny ones. I mean real werewolves that shift," he said as I frowned.
"Where is this going?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Damn, I'll just show you; that way, it will be easy to understand what I'm about to explain to you," he said.
I wanted to ask him what it was that he wanted to explain and show me, but I chose to keep quiet and just listen to him.
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