Alec shrugged as he bent down and petted Storm's head. "Maybe it's the tone I call him in. I don't leave room for arguments."

I snorted. "That must only work with dogs then."

Alec glanced to me. "It works on humans, too."

"Not this human."

Alec smiled. "Wait till you warm up to me kitten, you will see just how persuasive I can be."

I felt like he was threatening me.

"It will be a cold day in Hell before you can persuade me to do anythin', playboy."

Alec winked. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy completing these challenges you're setting, one by one."

I snarled at him making him snicker as he got Storm's lead from the table and hooked it back onto his collar. I got up from the sofa and quickly moved into the kitchen next to Storm and held my hands up in front of my chest.

"I already brought him out, we did a few laps of the park."

Alec raised an eyebrow. "Yes, and I'm going to bring him out again. I want him to get used to me being here. I'll bond with him more on my own."

I swallowed.

That was so cute, but another walk for my baby was not happening.

"I get that and it's brilliant that you're thinkin' of him but I don't want him to go on another walk."

Alec tilted his head to the side. "Why?"

I sighed. "Because his breathin' gets bad when he does too much in one day, I don't want to push him."

Alec shook his head at me. "Keela, this may be hard for you to hear, but Storm-'

"Don't say it."

"Is-"

"Do. Not. Say. It."

"Fat."

I gasped and slapped Alec's arm. "You bastard, he is right there, he can fuckin' hear you!"

Alec bit down on his lower lip.

"He isn't fat either, he just has a thick coat of fur. That's all."

Alec beamed at me. "You have just overtaken bee on the cuteness scale."

Who?

"Excuse me?"

"Bronagh, we call her bee. She can be very cute, but damn kitten, so can you."

I growled. "I'm not cute and you're not bringin' Storm out."

Alec scrubbed his face with his free hand and said, "Baby, I'm not insulting the big guy. I'm just stating facts. He is overweight, and it's not healthy for him. I think we should start weaning him from big portioned meals, and bring him out more often."

Was he for real?

I placed my hands on my hips. "We? I just met you last night and you just moved in and became my fake boyfriend today, and now all of a sudden there is a we?"

Alec snapped his fingers at me - he literally put his huge fucking hand in my face and snapped his bloody fingers at me.

"We're a we now, get used to it kitten. From this moment until we get back from the Bahamas we are a unit, a duo, a fucking couple - fake or not - so yes we're a we."

I blinked.

Well, excuse the hell out of me.

"Whatever," I murmured and folded my arms across my chest.

Alec sighed. "It'll be easier if we look at this arrangement as an actual relationship instead of a 'favour'. Things will look more authentic at the wedding."

I sighed because he had a point.

"Okay, fine, we're a we."

Alec smiled in triumph and raised his free hand in the air. I chuckled and high fived him with my hand.

"I'll bring Storm out on a paced walk, I'll bring a bottle of water for him just in case he gets thirsty. You can get a start at unpacking my bags if you want?"

I turned around and glanced at Alec's duffle bags.

"I think you have more crap than me."

Alec laughed as he walked towards the apartment door.

"I do have a lot of crap."

He opened the door then and glanced back at me and said, "You can just put some of my things in the bedroom, but not everything since we're leavin' for the Bahamas in two days, it'll be easier to have everything where I am sleeping."

He closed the door then and left me staring at it like a dope.

He thought he was sleeping in my bedroom?

No.

Hell no.

"Oh. My. God! Will you stop kickin' me? I can't fuckin' take this anymore!"

Tonight was the first night living with Alec, it was the early hours of the morning and I was contemplating murder.

Yeah the fucker got his way and was sleeping in my bed simply because he refused to get out of it when bedtime rolled around. It took Storm an hour to give up whining and claim the settee as his after Alec wouldn't let him up onto the bed. My room isn't a big room and having a king sized bed doesn't leave much floor space. With the three of us in the bed it would have been cramped so Storm got his marching orders.

"Ow! For fuck's sake stop scratching me, Keela!" Alec's voice howled as he kicked at my feet.

I angrily kicked his legs away from mine with force. "I can't help it if you get scratched, your legs keep gettin' tangled up with mine!"

I pulled my right leg up the bed but my toe nails caught Alec's calf.

"Jesus Christ, you're the worst person to sleep with," Alec snapped as he sat upright on my bed.

Me?

I was the worst person to sleep with?

Was this freak having me on?

I sat up and shoved Alec in the shoulder with both of my hands. "Go sleep on the sofa with Storm then, this my bed anyway, you should be thankful you are even on it right now!"

Alec humourlessly laughed. "Yeah, because I feel very fucking lucky right now sleeping next to Edward Scissor Feet."

Bastard!

I screamed as I dove on his back when he tried to get up off the bed. "It's not my fault I can't find me toe nail clippers, you had it last. I told you to leave my bathroom the way you found it, but did you listen? No!"

Alec coughed as my arm went around his neck. "I left the damn clippers in the untouched bathroom, you physco!"

He pinched my underarm, which of course caused me to move it away from his neck. Still angry and now in pain from being pinched, I grabbed onto Alec's hair with my hands.

Alec yelped. "My hair, let go of my beautiful hair!"

I fisted my hand around his shoulder length locks and tugged which caused him to hiss in pain. "Take back what you said about me feet and I will."

"Twenty-three Keela, you're twenty-three so start fucking acting your age- Ow! Okay, okay, I take it back. Jesus!"

I honestly don't care how childish it was, I smiled in triumph and let go of Alec's hair but before I had the chance to climb off his back he stood up from the bed taking me with him. He then threw me back onto the bed and turned and pounced on me. He got between my legs, grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head and put the tip of his nose on the tip of mine.

This all happened in the blink of an eye, I barely had a chance to do anything before I realised he was in my face.

"You pulled my hair," he snarled.

I glared at him through the darkness. "You insulted me feet."

"Your nails are like razor blades! How is that an insult when it's true?"

I struggled underneath him and squealed when he wouldn't budge.

"You're too heavy!"

"Oh, so now you're callin' me fat? How insensitive, Keela," Alec snapped at me in a high-pitched badly mimicked Irish accent.

I grunted. "I feel like you're mockin' me."

Alec laughed then. "You're so fucking annoying."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm annoyin'? Maybe that's because I'm wrecked from virtually zero sleep. You're the worst spoonin' partner ever!"

He really was. It was impossible to get comfortable next to him.

Alec let go of my arms and got up off me, he moved to my locker and flipped on the lamp.

I flung my hands over my eyes. "What are you doin'?" I shouted.

"Addressing what you just said. I'm not the worst spooning partner, cuddling is just... not for me."

What?

I under covered my eyes and squinted until my eyes adjusted to the light.

"What do you mean?"

"I can only cuddle you until you fall asleep, but I can not fall asleep that way. I've tried it hundreds of times before with hundreds of different people and it just doesn't work for me."

Slutty much?

I frowned. "Why?"

Alec shrugged. "It's awkward and uncomfortable."

I'll give on the comfort thing because cuddling with him was awful, but I won't give on it being awkward.

"What is awkward about cuddlin'?"

"I have four problems with cuddling women and I shall list them accordingly."

"Here we go," I mumbled.

I was sorry I bloody asked.

Alec ignored me and popped his index finger into the air. "Number one, I always get a face full of hair when cuddling with a woman and I don't care how hot a woman is or if she has a pussy of gold, I do not like it."

Pussy of gold?

What. A. Pig!