(Matthew’s POV)

    Olivia stared at me in a daze, unable to speak. She was trembling, her face pale and her eyes red-rimmed as tears streamed down her cheeks.

    Seeing her so pitiful, my heart softened. I released her face and began to undress her, my voice devoid of emotion. “You’ll be ufortable in wet clothes.”

    Olivia wiped her tears, trying topose herself as she pressed my hand, which was on her shirt button. With a pleading tremor in her voice, she whispered, “I’ll do it myself…”

    I gently wiped a tear from her eye, realizing I had been too harsh, and softened my tone. “How can you undress yourself when you’re shaking like this?”

    The thought of her getting drenched and crying for another man made my heart ache.

    I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing; it made the women in the kitchen swoon and their knees buckle.

    “I don’t pay you to flirt,” I muttered, sitting at the counter. “I hired you to cook.”

    “Can’t I do both?” He asked.

    “Don’t you have a thing with Harper?” I asked, narrowing my eyes, and making him frown.

    I’m sure he wasn’t expecting I would know about that. I make it a point to know everything about everything. I see the way Harper looked at him and on more than one asion I would hear them in the supply closet, or in his bedroom while I was walking by. I also noticed the giant hickey Harper was sporting… I wasn’t an idiot.

    “We are friends with benefits,” he murmured. “She knows what this is…”

    I didn’t believe him; if the way Harper looked at him on the daily was any indication, I would think she was head over heels in love with the fool. He was breaking her heart and soon, she would probably quit because working in the same space as someone who broke your heart is nearly impossible.

    I shook my head at him.

    “This is why you don’t mess with your coworkers,” I muttered.

    He looked a bit awkward, but he said nothing more as he turned away and finished cooking breakfast. He ted the food and slid it across the counter and into my direction.

    “Is Judying down soon?” He asked.

    I frowned and shook my head; I thought he would have known she left already. I guess I got the answer to my question.

    “Nok, she left early this morning,” I answered. (

    He stared at me nkly for a moment.

    “Without any food?” He asked. “Why would she leave so quickly without even saying good morning to me? That doesn’t sound like her.”

    “Harper said she had to get to school early and was runningte or something,” I said, taking a bite of the food. It was delicious and I hated how good it was; but damn it, he was phenomenal at his job.

    “She spoke to Harper and not me?” Chester asked, sounding offended.

    “Yes,” I answered. “She is her handmaiden after all. You are only her chef. She doesn’t need to report to you.”

    Chester folded his arms around his chest and stared at me.

    “Well, seeming you got this information from Harper, I think it’s safe to assume she didn’t tell you either, Alpha,” he retorted.

    I nced up at him and saw that he was smirking. Normally I would have ripped someone’s head off for speaking to me like this, but honestly, Chester sort of made meugh. I wasn’t going to show it though, so I bit the inside of my cheek and red at him.

    After a moment, he cleared his throat and pointed at the sink.

    “I should probably clean those,” he said awkwardly.

    “You think?” I nearly barked.

    The second he turned his back, I let my guard down and smiled, shaking my head.

    After I finished eating, I left the mansion to go straight to my Vi. The filming should be wrapped up any day now and I’ll finally have that space to myself again. I had been avoiding Sk ever since she kissed me and let the press think something was going on between us. I called the press after the news story was released and demanded that they take the story down. I was furious when I saw it but it didn’t matter now; it was over and done with. I let them have the space and I spend most of my time at the mansion with Judy, or in my office.

    Even though I had to admit, he was pretty good at his job too. His food was always delicious, and it was the one thing I looked forward to when I came to this section of the pack. Well, it wasn’t until Judy started to live here.

    The kitchen smelled amazing when I walked in and I wasn’t surprised to see Chester behind the counter, cooking away and making his kitchen aids chuckle with his witty banter and smooth words.

    I rolled my eyes.

    “Stop flirting with your coworkers,” I said as I walked in, making him freeze.

    When he nced over his shoulder at me, he shed me a smile.

    “Sorry, Alpha. I can’t help myself. Maybe you shouldn’t have hired such beautiful women to work for you,” he said, winking.

    I grabbed my clothes and quickly put them on, not bothering to do anything with my wet hair. I left the bedroom and went down the stairs, only to see Harper walking around the corner.

    “Is Judy in the kitchen?” I asked as I adjusted my shirt into my pants.

    Harper nced up at me with a frown.

    “No, Alpha. She said she had to get to school early this morning and left,” Harper exined, halting my steps.

    I turned to look at her, my eyes narrowed.

    “She left?”

    “Yes, sir,” Harper answered before she turned and hurried away. A low growl escaped my throat; how could Judy just leave like that? She didn’t even say anything to me about it. I wondered if she mentioned something to that Chester character. I couldn’t stand Chester; I’m not sure why I’ve kept him around. He’s always been like this… a flirt. He cares more about making the women around him melt than he does his actual job.

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