I Am Nothing Like You

Jolie

"Forget everything that happened between us," a low, commanding voice came from the darkness, pulling me out of sleep.

The light from the street lamp outside the window casts a faded strip on the massive figure frozen in the doorway. I unmistakably recognize my man in the one who entered.

"Asher? Is that you?" I sleepily sit up in bed, clutching the blanket to my chest. "You left..."

"He came back," he chuckled and turned his back to me, as if demonstrating condescension. "To say something important."

I managed to see an expensive suit made of rare fabric, similar to satin, the color of dark chocolate, and a white shirt, open a few buttons, exposing a masculine, muscular chest.

I had already seen this exact suit on him once, it seemed that an Alpha's son never wears things twice, but simply throws them away, since he can afford everything.

I always looked at him with admiration, and now is no exception. Handsome... What those amber eyes worth - the abyss is of vice, and lips, as if created only for kisses.

Asher Black is so huge that he takes up half of a tiny room in the servants' quarters. He is the son of my Alpha, for whom I work as a maid. An experienced, adult man, endowed with serious power.

There is a secret relationship between us, which is forbidden by the rules, but I fell madly in love with him and lost my head from his icy beauty and hurricane charisma.

"What's wrong with your voice?" It's three in the morning, the room is gloomy and quiet.

"I have a slight cold."

We had a big fight a few days ago. He hasn't called me all this time, hasn't even written. And he went to another city for a dinner party with the Alpha Black his father.

"I'm telling you straight - I'm fed up with everything."

"Asher... What are you talking about now?" I'm horrified.

"I want you to disappear. Forever!"

"What do you mean? I don't understand anything."

"Not only from my house but from my life."

"Did you explain it so clearly?" Panic rises in my throat, and my heart starts pounding wildly.

"What?"

But how...

This is some kind of joke?

He can't be serious, can he? He told me such things that everything inside me trembled. He made me believe that happiness between us was possible and that he would find a way not to keep our relationship a secret.

No, no, no.

He can't leave me! Especially now! When I... I have to tell him important news! My period is late, I took a test, and it showed two stripes. Tears started running down my cheeks...

I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket, feeling very sick.

"You can't do this to me. I'm pregnant."

"What do you mean pregnant?" He clenches his fists but continues to stand with his back to me, like a titanium mountain.

"Literally. You are the father of the child because you are my first and only."

"Now that's debatable."

"What do you mean, Asher?" a ragged wheeze escapes from her chest. It feels like someone just spat in my face.