He wants her: contract with Alpha Miller

nly a moment before the relentless sound interrupted my thoughts again-a shrill, persistent ringing that felt like a hammer pounding away at my temples. Frustration bubbled up inside me. "Shit!" I mu

itty for over an hour. It was quite the performance, but not exactly the best karaoke night. And let's not forget the parts where you vomited everywhere and pulled your hair out in despair.""Okay, okay! I get it-shut up, please," I spat back, mortified at the memory. "How about a warm bath or some coffee? You look terrible," she suggested kindly."No, I'd prefer to be left alone, thank you," I replied, my tone sharper than I intended."Understood, ma'am. Also, if you're wondering, Master Ryder hasn't been home..."The mention of his name struck me like a punch to the gut. My heart sank at the thought of Ryder. "... just in case you wanted to know, ma'am.""I didn't ask, but thanks for the update. And remember, Agatha, this is our little secret. No one can know what happened last night.""Don't worry. It was just me and David awake at that hour. Your secret is safe with us." "Good." She left my room, and I exhaled a shaky breath, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose, a habit I often turned to when overwhelmed. But today, I struggled to identify what exactly I felt amidst the chaos.As the water poured over my body in the shower, I slipped into a sea of thoughts. What does it all mean-Malian? I was hurt, undeniably so, but I refused to allow it to destroy me completely. I couldn't indulge in misery over something far out of my control.Leaning my back against the cool tile wall, I slid down slowly, the water cascading over me like a cascading waterfall. *"I can't let them win. I won't let them get away with this.*" They strolled into my life and shattered everything I had built. Now, I felt utterly isolated and hopeless.Suddenly, I heard another knock at the door. "Agatha, I said I'm fine! For Christ's sake, why can't you take a hint and leave me alone?" I yelled, irritation lacing my voice as I spoke from the confines of the shower. Of course, I cared for Agatha, but sometimes, her persistent nature grated on my already frayed nerves."It's me, Ryder," came his voice from the other side, and suddenly, my heart raced with an odd mix of dread and anticipation. "I didn't tell you to come in," I shot back, annoyance spilling from my lips."Well, this is my house, and you've got no say in that," he countered, striding into my personal space without waiting for my permission, as was his way. "You're such an asshole, Ryder! Just leave," I shot, my voice razor-sharp with anger. "And you've got quite the sharp tongue today, Malian." The way he spoke made me want to slap him. "Let's discuss yesterday:""Don't fucking bring that up!" I exploded, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a