Fated to my Enemy

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One Ryley My tummy grumbled at the thought of food. I was starving. I gave Channing one of my cards so he and Aspen could get what they wanted. I didn’t have time to go grocery shopping. And I trust Channing not to overspend. Blake pulled up to a small brick building. The parking lot was empty, which I found odd. The only sign on the outside of the building was a sign to the right of the door. ‘Under the full moon’. I didn’t know what his place was. “I know was you are thinking but I swear it’s worth it,” Blake said. “Oh, so you’re not bringing me here to kill me and dump my body in the mountains?” I looked over at him. “What?” he stammered, looking confused. “Oh, that’s convincing. I feel so much better,” I teased. “You’re joking?” He breathed out and I tapped my nose, twice, smirking. “I know I could take you,” I shrugged, hopping out of my SUV. I could hear him chuckling as I closed the door. Blake exited the SUV and we met at the front of the vehicle. “Just so you know, I’d rather kidnap you.” He leaned in and whispered, causing goosebumps to cover my body. I fought back the urge to shiver. Lily was purring in my head. What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be getting excited about the idea of Blake kidnapping me. 0.00% ||| 11:53 But here I was, clamping my thighs tight together. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Ryley, I’m kidding,” he laughed. And I felt a little disappointed. I need a new toy. He placed a hand on the small of my back leading me into the building. The nasty scent of that bi**h hit my nose and my ovaries shriveled back up. I don’t know why

he smells like her and I’m not going to ask. But I hate it. Entering, I found a small but intimate restaurant. The atmosphere was very romantic with a single rose and candles on every table. The lighting was low and the place was empty. I looked over at Blake and he was watching me. I didn’t get to ask him what was going on as someone yelled out from the back of the restaurant. “We’re closed,” a man yelled, stopping in his tracks when he entered the dining room. “Oh, Alpha Blake. I’m sorry,” he bowed her head. “Jeremy, it’s fine. I should have called first.” Blake told him. He looks to be a little older than Blake. “And cut the alpha, b****hit,” Blake said, surprising me. Jeremy came over and they shook hands like old friends. “And who might you be?” Jeremy asked as I stood beside Blake. “Jeremy this is Ryley. Ryley, Jeremy” Blake introduced us. “Nice to me you. This place is beautiful. Are you the owner?” I asked, shaking his hand. “I’m just the manager and chef. This guy owns it,” Jeremy chuckled. 29.85% ||| 11:52 Cutter Twenty One Jag vauchete “Weird, this place wasn’t on the list of companies?” I gave Blake a pointed look. “Forward, I like that in a woman,” Jeremy smirked. “But, in all seriousness. I would never steal from my brother-in-law and my nephew.” He said. “And I’m more of an investor than an owner. Jeremy runs everything. I just eat here.” Blake told me. “You’re Mia’s brother?” I asked and he nodded. “I’m sorry for your loss,” I told him, sincerely. It may have been seventeen years ago, but losing family is never easy.

“I appreciate that, thank you.” He smiled at me. “Now, I assume you are here for lunch.” He announced. “If you’re closed, we can go somewhere else,” I told him and he brushed me off. “Nonsense. Take a seat. Blake, the usual?” He asked him. “Make it two. And I’ll grab us drinks,” e answered. “Make yourselves at home,” Jeremy called out, walking back the way he came. Blake led me over to the bar where I took a seat and he slipped behind acting like a bartender. “Now, Miss, what can I get you?” He smirked, playing the part of a hot bartender. I felt a little awkward doing this with his brother-in-law in the same building but I leaned on the bar top and played along. 61.10% r 11:53 Chu*ar Tonenty Line “I don’t know, what’s good here?” I purred. The look of shock caused me to giggle. nd I “I’ll take a diet soda, Blake. We still need to go grocery shoppin have a two-hour drive.” He pouted before pouring me a diet soda. H placed the glass on the bar top. “Could I get a lime?” I asked biting my lower lip. I caught him watching my lips before he looked away to find me a lime. Clearly, he didn’t expect me to play along. And if we were alone, I may have kept playing.