Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 75

Chapter 75: First Night With Soren?

**Soren’s POV

Thomas was waiting for me at the end of Rosalie’s driveway, my briefcase in his hand.

I didn’t say anything, but I knew the look on his face. He was afraid I was going to be late for my me Well, Edgar Maul could wait. We

had a deal to work out, but until he could come around to my terms, it wasnt like he was my best pz to see him anyway.

"You look relaxed,” Thomas noted, falling into step beside me as we walked briskly to the waiting lim I shook my head. “Piano,” was all I was willing to say.

“So your plan is working,” he replied, pushing the subject. “She liked it?"

“She loved it.” The driver opened the door, and I'slid in, Thomas following me. I remembered Rosalie the piano across the room. “Worked like a charm.”

Thomas smirked a little, looking away, his eyes focused out the window as the car began to roll. "What's that look for?” I glared at him.

“Huh?” Suddenly, he had a hearing problem. That, or he just didn't want to answer me.

"Oh, uh, nothing. I just... you said charmed, and I was just thinking... perhaps... you were a little charn I stared at him for a long moment. “Perhaps you should be

careful what you say to me, Thomas, or you might find yourself flying out the window.”

He straightened his face, but I was only partially joking. It was true that Rosalie was quite pretty

and beguiling, but I knew that this was pure business. I had my goals in mind, and I wasn't going to lose focus on them.

My cell phone rang, so I fished it

out of my jacket pocket and noted that it was Damian of all people. I cursed under my breath before I didnt really want to speak to him. “What do you want?” I asked him.

“Just checking in,” he replied. “How did it go?”

"Yeah, well, had you done your job,” I reminded him. “maybe then she wouldn't have gotten the tota "Just a little sh*t?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes, not that he could see me. “Anyway, what do you want me to do now?"

* Just hang tight. She doesn't leave this island without me and my permission.” No one left this islan you think you can handle it. But then, I'll have to make sure none of them involve pregnant women k “She drugged me!” Damian shouted into my ear.

"I don't accept excuses, Damian! You failed and put the entire plan into jeopardy. I'll have Thomas te: later.” I hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket.

"What am I texting him later?” Thomas asked.

"Do you always eavesdrop?” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"We're sitting less than four feet apart,” he said, his tone calm, as it should be. I had been pretending “Just an odd job or something. Keep him busy while I figure out what the h+1l to do with him. Speak Thomas nodded. “Yeah, he took out Clark and four of his men. Got the money. We're good.”

I smiled. I always liked it when reports ended that

way,we got the money and we're good. That was what I liked to hear.

"And we got that shipment through, so that supply chain in the north isn't going anywhere.”

My smile broadened. Lots of good news today.

The car kept rolling, and I focused on the meeting I had with

Edgar Maul. It wasn't easy being me, but someone had to do it.

**Rosalie’s POV

My fingers continued to fly over the keys, and my voice mingled with the melody, filling the small liv It had only been a couple of hours

since Soren had left, but I already missed him, and I couldn't quite say why.

I just wished he were still in the chair, listening to me play, with that

calm, relaxed smile on his face. It made me so happy knowing I could make someone feel that way. Not often did I feel like someone really appreciated my music, but Soren did.

“Miss Ro?" Lola said, pausing in the entryway. “Please pardon my intrusion, but it's past two o'clock. My fingers stopped tracing the notes, and I looked over at her, standing with her hands behind her a She was right. I did need to eat. The baby needed to eat.

I was hungry anyway, and it wasn't like the piano wouldn't be here later. I pulled myself away from rr Lola and Seraphine knew how I hated eating by myself, so at least one of them always ate with me, e table, and I told them about the trip I'd taken onto the other island. I told them about the seaplane r “I couldn't believe he wanted to bring in a piano,” Lola noted. “But I'm so glad he

did. Miss Ro, you play so. beautifully.”

“Thank you,” I said, “I will be playing for him whenever he likes to repay him for his kindness.” "Well, he certainly seems to like you,” Lola said with a twinkle in her eye.

I smiled at her, but I was shaking my head. “It's not like that at all,” I told her. “We are just friends.” Lola's eyebrows raised. She took a bite of her sandwich, and I

knew she wouldn't question me, but she didn't have to use words

to make me feel that she didn't believe what I was saying.

"You have been through a lot,” Seraphine said. “We don't have to know the story to know that. You a man. You can trust him."

I looked around the table, and both of them were nodding.

They knew him better than I did. I trusted them-and I was beginning to trust him.

Later that night, I was lying in bed, thinking about my baby, trying

not to think about Ethan. My hands were sore from playing so

much in one day. I had gotten little else done because I'd spent so much time at the piano. The gard My phone buzzed-

yes, since I moved to Papeno, he had even given me a phone. He claimed that this was a “work phon to it,

I picked it up, noting it was past midnight.

I knew it had to be Soren calling. Who else could it be?

“Are you still awake?” he asked me.

“No,” I answered, just being silly.

He sent a laughing emoji. “Are you sleep texting then?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Are you in Avondale?”

“No,” he replied. “I'm at your front door.”

I almost jumped up from the bed. I wasn't expecting that.

I grabbed my robe, putting it on over my pajamas. I slid my phone into my pocket and shoved my feet into my slippers.

At least I knew what this late-

night call was about, and it had nothing to do with the bedroom. I still laughed at myself for what I'd When I reached the door, I pulled it open to find a

slightly disheveled Soren standing there with roses in his hand. They were pink—

for friendship. His tie was undone, and his hair was a little messy, but he was smiling. “Care

to sing me a lullaby?”

I laughed. “You brought me flowers, even at midnight?”

He shrugged. “It's what I do.”

I moved aside so that he could come in, and we walked into the living

room. Lola didn't stay here, so I got my own vase. I also grabbed a blanket and pillow for him, and as

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