Alpha Razor King-Chapter 46: Date Night.

**Isabella**

After last night’s sex with Razor, I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I knew I needed to take the morning-after pill, but Razor stopped me last night, flushing them all down the sink. The thought of having a pup with Razor felt like being trapped with him forever, and I couldn’t bear that.

Before I started breakfast preparations with Felicia, I concocted a desperate plan. I poured a glass of alcohol, added salt, and quickly consumed it, hoping it would serve as some form of contraception. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but I was willing to try anything at that fucking moment. Afterwards, I rushed to the guest room bathroom to brush my teeth again, fearing that Razor would detect the smell of alcohol on me.

After breakfast, I made my way to the training ground, where Chris, my fucking watchful dog, was distracted with something else. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly approached Cain.

"Here it is," I whispered, handing him the document I had concealed under my tracksuit jacket. "Tell Ian to hurry, please."

"I’ll do so," Cain replied, turning to leave. But before he could go, I stopped him.

"Wait," I said urgently. "Could you please... get me some morning-after pills?"

Cain’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Alpha Razor will fucking kill me if he finds out."

"Please," I pleaded, glancing around nervously. "I need it. If I ever get pregnant for him, he’ll never let me go. Just get it for me. I promise I’ll be careful."

After a moment of hesitation, Cain sighed deeply and reluctantly agreed to help me.

"Thank you," I whispered, noticing Chris returning to the training ground. "I’ll be waiting for you."

After an hour of intense training, I made my way towards the main building entrance, eager to escape the stifling atmosphere of the training grounds. However, my plans were interrupted by the last person I wanted to see: Tara.

"Hello, partner," she greeted with a sarcastic smile. "How are you doing today?"

"Why do you fucking care?" I retorted, brushing past her, but she persisted.

"Wait up, I thought after what happened yesterday, we were now close."

"Quit the act. We’re not friends, and we’re never going to be," I snapped, growing tired of her pretense. "Now, if you’ll excuse me."

"Not so fast," she chuckled. "What did you give to Cain?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I thought I had been careful. How did she see me?

"It was nothing special," I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

"Is your husband aware? Didn’t he say he didn’t want Cain around you?"

"What do you fucking want?" I hissed through gritted teeth.

"The truth, nothing but the truth."

Before I could respond, Chris appeared beside Tara, interrupting our conversation. "Is there a problem?"

"Not really, we were just catching up," I quickly replied. "Then I’ll take my leave now. I’m sure my husband will be back by now."

I seized the opportunity to escape and dashed inside, grateful for Chris’s timely interference. Thank the fucking moon goddess for small favors like this.

When I arrived at the penthouse, Razor was lounging on the couch, engrossed in his laptop. I approached him, feeling a mix of nerves and fear.

"You’re back? Welcome Razor," I greeted him, trying to sound casual.

He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thank you baby. How was your training?"

"It was great... Thank you. I’ll go have a shower," I said, making me leave, but his voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Actually, we’re going out tonight."

"Where are we going?" I asked, curious.

"You’ll find out soon enough," he said cryptically, his grin widening.

Oddly, I felt kind of excited about going out. I was so fucking tired of being cooped up indoors every day.

After finishing dressing up and touching up my makeup, I made my way to the living room. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Razor. He was dressed in a red leather jacket and black fitted pants, his chest bare, revealing tanned skin and a tattooed chest. His hair was combed back, and black studs adorned both ears.

I could have gone on and on about the fucking handsome devil in front of me, but we’d probably be here all night.

He eyed me up and down, his green eyes gleaming. "You look exquisitely beautiful, my little wife," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I felt my cheeks heat up as he drew me closer. "And the dress, it fits you perfectly."

The dress was a knee-length silver gown with spaghetti straps. I felt good when I looked in the mirror before leaving the room.

My lashes fluttered, my eyes unable to meet his mesmerizing gaze. But his fingers tipped my chin up, forcing my gaze to meet his.

"Thank you... sir," I whispered, feeling my legs grow weak.

"I’d have loved to rip your dress off and bend you over the fucking couch," he husked, brushing my ear with his lips. A tingle ran through my body, clearly affected by this intense man.

"But I can’t now," he smirked, holding my hand. "Come on, let’s go."

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As Razor and I entered the high-end restaurant, we were greeted by the manager, who personally welcomed us and ushered us to our table. The atmosphere was elegant, with soft lighting and soothing music playing in the background.

Razor pulled out my chair for me, a gesture that surprised me. He then took his seat across from me and picked up the menu.

"What would you like to have?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.

I was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. Razor was known for his rough exterior and intensity, but here he was, being kind and considerate. It felt fucking strange, but in a good way.

After placing our orders, he continued to surprise me by asking if I was enjoying myself. He seemed genuinely interested in making sure I was having a good time. Why the heck is he acting all nice?

As the evening progressed, I found myself opening up to him in a way I hadn’t before. We laughed and talked, and for the first time, I felt like I was truly getting to know the real Razor. The one who isn’t always serious and maybe a little romantic?

I told him some childhood stories about myself, ranging from my first birthday party to high school graduation, and he actually listened attentively. However, I noticed he wasn’t too keen on speaking about his life, and I didn’t dare push. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Maybe whenever he’s ready, he’ll do so.

As his hand reached for mine on the table, gently stroking it, a warmth spread through me. "Are you having fun?" he asked, his eyes sincere.

"Yes, I..." My voice trailed off as my gaze shifted beyond him. Ian was striding toward a nearby table, and he wasn’t alone. There was a young lady beside him, their heads closed as they conversed.

What the fuck?

"What’s the matter?" Razor’s voice brought me back to the present. "You looked like you’ve seen a ghost."