“There’s no way you can fix this.”
She pulled away, and this time, he let her go, knowing she’d kissed him back. Amelia didn’t want him back, but her body did.
He had to make her realize he had fucked up.
Heading into the clubhouse, he made his way down to the basement where he found Dracopracticing some moves on the mat. Perspiration covered his body, and he only wore a pair of tight shorts.
“What do you want, Wolfe?” Draco asked.
“Came to see how you’re getting on.”
“Fine.”
Wolfe watched as Draco was a vision of control.
Like always, Draco held himself perfectly, changing moves and creating a smooth dance. No one would believe this man was capable of losing it without any provocation.
Wolfe had brought him back last time.
Draco stopped and turned to him. “What do you want?”
Wolfe folded his arms. “Help me win Amelia back.”
“I prefer to take the battles I know I have a chance of winning.”
“Amelia loves me, okay? I know she wants me.”
“You are full of yourself, aren’t you?” Draco said.
“I know what she wants.”
Draco smiled and went back to posing for his positions.“And you think she wants you. The guy who believed her to be a liar. The same guy who was embarrassed by her.”
“Yes, I get it. Do we have to keep on listing the number of times I fucked up?”
“Yes,” Draco said. “So, you understand that this is not going to be easy. Amelia has never had an easy life because she has always been different from the pack. You know this.”
He did.
“And yet, you still took things to the next level. Was Amelia an easy fuck for you? Did she matter to you?”
“She mattered, Draco. You know she did, otherwise, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Of which, he was already getting fed up with.
Draco nodded, rubbing at his chin. “See, we’re making some semblance of progress.”
“We are?”
“Yeah,you’re seeing what a dick you are,” Draco said. “Look, man, I have no idea what I could tell you. What advice to give. This shit between you and Amelia, that’s between the two of you.”
“You were mated before, right?”
Draco stopped, and Wolfe hated that he brought it up. This wasn’t a good time. Draco was in a good mood. One where he was in total control, and now he felt like an asshole for even bringing it up. He had no choice though.
“You know I was, Wolfe. You all know that I was.”
“How would you make this right?”
“Simple, I wouldn’t have gotten into the position in the first place.”