My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Escape Plan

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Chapter 325

~Valerie’s POV~

Fifteen minutes later, we stopped in front of a cozy little retro diner tucked between two bookstores.

Its neon sign glowed softly under the fading amber light of the setting sun, casting a warm halo over the cracked pavement.

My nose picked up the scent of grilled burgers, crisp fries, and creamy vanilla milkshakes instantly.

"You brought me to a diner?" I asked, blinking at the red-framed windows lined with old movie posters.

"Correction," Ash said smoothly, holding the door open with an exaggerated flourish and a mock bow. "I brought you to the diner. Best milkshakes in town."

I arched a brow as my lips twitched. "And you’re bribing me with sugar."

"Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "Works every time."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the tiny smile pulling at my lips as I stepped inside.

The moment we walked in, a wave of warmth wrapped around me, carrying the nostalgic soft music.

The place looked like it had been pulled straight out of the 1950s.

Shiny red leather seats, glossy black-and-white tiles, a jukebox humming faintly in the corner, and the faint scent of syrup and butter lingering beneath the stronger aroma of fried perfection.

Ash guided me to a booth by the window, sliding in opposite me. He grabbed a menu, flipping it open like it was a treasure map.

"Pick whatever you want. My treat," he said casually, leaning back.

"You don’t have to..."

"I insist," he interrupted, not even looking up from the menu. "Besides, you owe me for rescuing you earlier."

"Yeah, and I was going to treat you to dinner." I stated the obvious while arching a brow. "Besides," I shrugged. "Pretty sure they weren’t going to eat me alive."

His lips curved into that lazy, infuriating smirk of his. "Not physically, no. Emotionally, though?" He tapped the menu lightly for emphasis. "You were drowning back there, Val."

I didn’t have a comeback for that. My fingers fidgeted with the straw holder on the table, spinning it absentmindedly as silence stretched between us.

"...Yeah," I said softly. "Thanks for that."

He waved off my words with a flick of his wrist. "No need to thank me." Leaning back comfortably, he stretched one arm across the top of the booth like he owned the entire place. "I like being your escape plan."

I tilted my head at him, narrowing my eyes slightly. "...That’s... sad."

"Or charming," he countered smoothly without missing a beat. "Depends on the angle."

I snorted, shaking my head. "You’re impossible."

"Accurate," he said with mock solemnity.

When the waiter came by, Ash ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake. I went with a simple grilled chicken sandwich and a vanilla shake, wanting something lighter.

As soon as the waiter disappeared, Ash leaned forward on his elbows, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Okay," he announced, "I’ve decided. I’m testing you."

I frowned, suspicious. "Testing me how?"

"Fries," he said simply, folding his arms on the table like this was a sacred rite. "Do you dip them in ketchup... or milkshake?"

I stared at him, unblinking. "That’s not even a debate. Ketchup, obviously."

Ash gasped like I’d just confessed to murder. "Wrong answer."

"...Excuse me?"

"Milkshake, Val," he said with utter conviction, like he was passing down ancient wisdom. "It’s all about the milkshake. Perfect mix of sweet and salty."

I gave him a flat, unimpressed stare. "You’re insane."

"You’ll thank me later," he said confidently.

"No, I won’t."

"Yes, you will."

"You’re ridiculous."

"True," he admitted cheerfully, "but I’m right."

When the food finally arrived, Ash wasted no time proving his point.

He dunked a fry into his milkshake, swirled it around dramatically, and popped it into his mouth with a satisfied groan (which sounded like a moan) loud enough to draw a few curious glances from nearby tables.

"Pure. Bliss," he declared, closing his eyes like he was experiencing divine enlightenment.

"That’s disgusting," I said flatly.

"Try it," he challenged, holding a fry out to me.

I leaned back, crossing my arms. "Not happening."

"Chikening out?"

I narrowed my eyes, snatched the fry, dipped it into his shake with unnecessary aggression, and shoved it into my mouth, mostly to shut him up.

And... okay, it wasn’t bad.

My chewing slowed, and I blinked. "...Oh no."

Ash grinned like the cat that got the cream. "I win."

"You’re just... you’re you, naughty, insufferable, daring..." I stopped before I turned it into a compliment.

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