The Girl He Marked

Book 1 Chapter 3

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‘Myra, please print out more application forms and bring them to my desk. About twenty will do.

thanks.‘

‘Of course, Alpha‘ I turn back to the computer and send twenty copies of the form to the printer. Itap my

foot impatiently as each piece of paper comes out, until finally, I can grab the pile.

I walk down the corridor to Alpha Damien‘s office and knock on his door.

‘Here are the forms you requested, Sir, I tell him, I come over and place the copies on his desk.

‘Great, thanks Myra. If you could please take a look at these papers, they‘re copies of my father‘s old

bank transfers. Please could you see where most of his money went or if he was making any stupid

mis takes?‘ Alpha Damien asks and holds out a large pile of papers.

‘Of course,‘ I reply.

I take the papers into my hands and shift them so I can hold them comfortably, there‘s a lot.

‘Thanks, Myra, you‘re a lifesaver, he calls out as I leave his office.

As I round the corner, Islam straight into what can only be described as a wall of muscle.

‘Oof!‘ | stumble backward and drop the papers everywhere. Two very large hands reach out and grab

my forearms, holding me upright.

My eyes start at the floor, where his big black boots are stood in front of me. I trail my eyes up his body,

to his thick thighs straining against his jeans, up his wide muscular chest, to his broad shoulders and

large biceps. I pause briefly on his beautiful jawline, and then I force my eyes to continue up from his

tempting pink lips until finally, I meet his striking blue eyes.

Well, fuck me.

I have no words for the attractiveness of the man who stood before me, all I can do is blink rapidly, try

ing to make my brain catch up. Sweet Jesus, it should be illegal to be this gorgeous, he could cause

acci dents or something. His dark black hair is sexily tousled and he has quite a few piercings in his

ears. I sud denly notice the seemingly never–ending stream of tattoos flowing over his arms and up his

neck.

Is he trying to kill me?

I‘m sorry, I manage to mumble as I kneel down to collect the dropped papers.

The man doesn‘t say anything, nor makes any attempt to help me as I form a pile with the transfers and

straighten back up. His bright blue eyes stare intently at me, and I feel my resting bitch face slip back

on, because he‘s not only hot, but rude. I don‘t say another word as I step around him and walk back to

my desk.

I spend the next eight hours of my shift sorting through the numerous filing cabinets pressed against

the walls around my desk. It seems Alpha Damien‘s father was a big fan of keeping records, just not so

good at organizing them.

“Great first day, Myra. I‘ll see you tomorrow, Alpha Damien calls out as I head to my car. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

When I arrive home, Nathan is asleep in his room but has left another note on the countertop asking

me to leave a message about how today went. I write out a short reply and start making dinner.

That night as Ilie in bed, my mind drifts again to the rude guy from this morning, it‘s about the fiftieth

time today I‘ve thought of him. I‘m very picky, I don’t find many guys attractive. I‘m always quick to see

their

flaws, but him, wow. He is the living embodiment of my type.

It‘s just a shame he‘s an asshole.