Chapter One

CHLOE

I got rejected by another publishing company and the best thing I do is go to the bar to get drunk. I don't do this, most times I just go to my apartment and I begin to weep but today I'm at the bar drinking my sorrows away. 

"Josh!" I yell the bartender's name, at least I think that's his name. Even though it's not his name it's not in his job description to say it isn't all he has to do is serve me alcohol. 

He runs in my direction. He's cute but he's not my type, maybe it's because he sounds like Justin Bieber, and I hate Justin Bieber. 

He has blond hair, blue eyes, and nice lips but his voice? Ew. 

I shake my empty glass on his face. 

"Another vodka please," I yell at the top of my voice, I have to because the music in this club is loud as hell. He gets the same bottle of vodka as if the bottle was preserved for me. He pours it into my glass and I smile at him not because I'm being flirty but because he's a great bartender. I drink from it and I feel less shitty than I was three hours ago when they rejected my work. 

"Your story is too bland." The old man said, I felt like strangling the life out of him but I couldn't do that because I didn't want to get a bad reputation. 

So instead of throwing tantrums, I went to the club and I had a few drinks, okay I had a lot of drinks. I also feel like dancing, but I also don't want to. I rest my head on the table and I spot a man by the right staring at me, he raises his glass and he has that stupid smirk on his face. He probably wants to have sex with me, not tonight douche. 

He's not my type in any way, he's bald, has a lot of body hair and his beard looks dirty. I won't be surprised if he has a body odor as well, I hope he doesn't come near me. 

He gestures for Josh to attend to him. This is the part where he buys me a drink and I'm right because Josh the handsome guy who sounds like Justin Bieber drops a glass of martini in front of me I raise my head and I look at him. He has such beautiful blue eyes, maybe I should forget about the fact that he sounds like Justin and just have sex with him, with his mouth shut, of course, I don't want it to look like I'm having sex with Justin Bieber and not him. 

I nod at the Justin Bieber wannabe, as a way of thanking him then I look at the man, and I smile at him. I don't want to be rude but I also don't want this man's company right now. I had a shitty day and I just want to be left alone, is that too hard to ask? He gets up from his stool and walks toward me. What the heck? Why is he coming right here? I don't care about the martini anymore I just want to go home. 

"Hey, beautiful." He says, his breath reeks of alcohol. I bet mine does too but you don't see me approaching anyone. Yes, I know I'm beautiful I'm a beautiful blonde that every man would love to bang. But still! Jesus, men and their dumb needs. 

"Hey," I say quietly faking a smile. I hope he catches up to my discomfort and goes away. 

"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be all alone at a club you know. Don't you need company?" No, I do not need company and I didn't ask for it either I just want to go home now. And that's what I tell him. 

"Oh come on!" He yells, THIS MAN'S BREATH STINKS! He walks closer to me and I immediately grab my pink bag with pages of my rejected book in it. 

"I really need to go." I walk away from him but he grabs my hand. I think I'm a little bit sober now. I struggle to get him to leave me alone and when he doesn't budge I decide to make a scene. Before I scream a man's voice cuts me off. 

"Hey!" He yells. I turn to meet the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. He's so beautiful even more beautiful than Josh and he doesn't sound like Bieber. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and I can see his muscles right now. He's wearing a black shirt and sweat pants with sneakers. Man, is that a bulge I'm seeing, or am I just drunk?

He looks my age, or older. Not that I should care about his age though. 

The creepy man is still holding me, so I improvise. 

"Sweetie! You came to get me." I say in a sing-song voice trying hard to make it look believable and voila it works. The creepy guy with bad breath and body hair leaves me alone. I move closer to the guy and I feel safer with him already. 

"Sorry." The man says. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend." 

"Even if she didn't have a boyfriend you wouldn't have left her?" The handsome guy asks, it sounds more like a demand than a question. He also smells fresh too. I love it, I love him. Woah! Maybe I should calm down, I mean I just met the guy. 

The man doesn't answer so the handsome stranger scoffs he takes my hand and we head out away from the loud music, alcohol, and creepy-ass men. The breeze slaps me on the face and I become sober immediately. Geez, I don't remember the last time I got drunk. 

Oh, I do, it was freshman year of college and I accidentally got drunk at a party and I ended up having sex with my roommate's hot boyfriend. My roommate found out and she didn't talk to me for a whole year. 

I was also labeled as a slut on campus people forgot about my mistake immediately Freshman year came to an end. I still regret doing that to her. I wonder how she's doing, I wonder if this hot man likes me. I sure am not gonna tell him about what I did to my roommate at all. He'd think I'm a slut as well, and I won't blame him. 

"Do you have a ride or can I take you home?" He asks. 

"Mmh? Oh yeah, yeah you can take me home, you can take me anywhere." I stop talking. Oh no, I'm still a little bit drunk he giggles he found that funny and not crazy. Hmm, interesting. 

"Come on, I'll show you where my car is." I follow him to a black BMW and my mouth almost drops. A serial killer can't have fancy cars, right? He opens the door to the front seat for me and I blush and I get in. Serial killers also aren't gentlemen. I don't know! I don't watch serial killer documentaries on N*****x I'm a romance kind of girl, I love romance but I can't provide a nice groundbreaking romance novel to get published.

Ugh! You know what, I'm not giving up I'm going to keep my head up high and I'm going to write another book one they'll love. I can't give up now, I won't give up. 

The hunk is in the car and he closes the door then he faces me.

"Are you sober enough to direct me to your house?" He asks and I nod, all I want to do is kiss him, that's what I want to do right now. He starts the car and then we drive off. I turn to face the window and I spot that creepy man staring at us. Gee, weird much?

I don't want to think about what would have happened if this handsome man didn't come to my rescue. Why am I being dramatic? Nothing would have happened. I would have made a scene and people would have chased that man away. 

Or, I would have kicked him on his balls, which gets men falling to their knees. 

I'm home, we're by the tall building and we're just sitting in the car, quiet. I'm looking at the building but I don't know what he's looking at, is he looking at me perhaps?

"I live upstairs," I say without looking at him.

"You want me to help you up?" 

Hmm, a tall handsome stranger escorting me to my apartment. Is that a good idea? Will Ms. Minnie my next-door neighbor make googly eyes at him? Of course, she will, let's just pray she won't come out of her house that's if her stupid cat doesn't go missing. 

"Sure," I say, then he gets out of the car. I'm about to open the door but he opens it for me. Jesus, how'd he get here so fast? I walk out of the car and he shuts the door. I awkwardly stand close to him. How can a man be this beautiful? I've never seen anything like it, he's like a mythical creature. I've had my fair share of crushes but they were all douchebags. I also had a boyfriend in my junior year of high school and he didn't really like me all he wanted to do was have sex with me because I was one of the hottest girls in school. Dumbass. 

We're by the door of my apartment and I'm bringing out my keys. I'm dressed in a pink floral blouse, a black suit, pants, and high heels. I dressed formally today just to be rejected. I need to get that rejection off my mind and woman up. A lot of famous authors got rejected at first. Why should I be an exception? It's pretty normal for my work to get rejected. 

I'm staring at the brown welcome home mat as I turn the lock. I'm doing it slowly so he doesn't leave, I also walk into my apartment slowly and I turn to him. He has that cute smile on his face. He looks like a model, if he is I would like to go to his I* account and stalk him, or better what if he's a pornstar? Then I'll have to get his name and G****e it, just to be sure.

"Thank you," I say to him. 

"It was not a problem." He says and we stare at each other for a long time. God, he's so beautiful, does he think the same way about me too? I hope so. 

"Alright, goodnight." He's about to leave but then I have a nasty idea. 

"Wait!" I yell and he turns around to face me. I don't know what else to say but. "stay." I place my hand on him, and he looks at it and looks back at me. I hope he doesn't think I'm crazy. 

NATHAN

     When I saw her walk out of that building I knew I had to know her. I've never wanted anyone this way in my life, she had my full attention and she didn't even try to. She looked sad, disappointed, and hopeless. She's a writer so I assumed her work got rejected so when she got out of the building I followed her to see what she'd do next. 

No, I'm not a stalker. I just saw a beautiful blonde girl with glassy blue eyes and decided to follow her. I guess that's the definition of stalking, but still, I couldn't help myself she was just so beautiful to ignore. 

When I saw her drinking in the bar I knew that the rejection hit her hard. I watched as she sorrowfully took a vodka so quickly. She looked like she hadn't had alcohol in years, if she became drunk she would forget that she even went to the person that was supposed to publish her work. I wanted to go console her, I wanted to tell her that being rejected was normal. I'm not a writer but I know a lot of successful writers got rejected in their time. 

But then I saw a man forcing himself on her, then I swooped in, the swift way in which she was able to get him to leave her alone by telling him I was her boyfriend was genius, it proved she didn't need my help. She could handle herself. 

While we were in the car I wanted to know what she was thinking, she kept on looking out the window I thought after this I wouldn't see her again. But then she told me to stay in her home. I was surprised, I didn't expect that at all. 

Now I'm in her living room waiting for her to get out of the bathroom, then after she tells me she's okay I'll leave. Her home is cute, there are quotes of great authors pasted on her wall, books are everywhere and her laptop is filled with stickers of BTS and one of Britney Spears. Her couch is old and brown but comfortable, her TV is medium-sized but manageable. She lives all alone in this tiny apartment, I bet she's content. Maybe she dreams about having a mansion but she's okay with what she has now. 

She's hardworking too because I can see pages and pages of her work. The work that has been rejected for the past month? I don't know. 

I spot a small frame on a stool next to the couch. It's of her in a red graduation gown and what looks like her mom is standing next to her, I mean they look alike. The same blonde hair and blue eyes. She looks happy and successful here. I smile at her smile, so beautiful, her beauty is so well crafted it makes me want to howl. 

I shake my head and I immediately drop the picture frame on the stool where I found it. I also stand up. 

I can't be doing this, she's human and I'm a man who shapeshifts into a wolf when the full moon is out. I can't be with a human, it's against the law of nature and the pack won't like it. 

I could have easily said I would have sex with her and never see her again, but that's not the case with this girl. She's different, she's not just a girl one would have sex with and just leave. She's the kind of girl I would want to know more about. The kind of girl I would love to go on dates with and cuddle with. But I can't do that to my pack or her. She doesn't deserve a monster as a boyfriend. 

I have to get out of here. But then I hear her closing the tap and opening the bathroom door, she's coming. I have super hearing so I know. 

She's walking toward me wearing a pink robe and her blonde hair is wet, she's not wearing any flip flops she's barefoot and her legs are so smooth and not hairy. Wait till she sees me in wolf form, she will never invite me to her home again. 

"Hey." She says and she just stands there smiling at me. Who knew a smile could take one into another universe? Her smile is like an addictive drug more addictive than any of the drugs people take. Maybe I'm being dramatic. She smells good too, she doesn't smell like alcohol anymore. I didn't even care about the stench of alcohol on her, she's just so beautiful. 

"Hey," I say then I sigh. "You okay?" 

She nods and I nod I hesitate before I walk around her so I can leave. She stops me by grabbing my arm gently. The first time she did that when we were by the door I was awestruck. I didn't expect her to tell me to stay in her home, I'm a stranger and she trusts me. 

What's up with this chick? I don't understand why she wants me around her. I'm a monster, maybe I should make it clear by flashing my eyes. That golden brown color that all werewolves have. 

"I'm sorry but I really have to—" she interrupts me by kissing me. God, her lips are so soft. She stops and she looks at me in shock those blue eyes staring at me. 

Oh, fuck it. I kiss her back, we're rubbing our lips against each other, we're using tongue now. Oh wow, that escalated fast. 

I stop and then I look at her robe, I don't have to ask her if I should take it off because she does it herself. She's fully naked, she may be a writer but her body is like that of a model, her breasts are round and perfect. Almost as if she did plastic surgery, but I know she didn't. I hope. 

I notice that I'm staring too hard when she giggles. 

"Sorry," I mutter then I take off my clothes. I'm fully naked as well and we continue kissing. Her hands are placed on my stomach mine are on her boobs. Never have I enjoyed a french kiss so much in my life. 

Chloe

     

The hot stranger takes me to the bedroom and we continue kissing. Damn, this guy is hot. Six packed abs, hot shoulders, sexy arms, sexy legs, and a nice ass. It's as if God took his precious time to create him. He looks so perfect. 

He uses his teeth to tear off the condom wrap he got from the pocket of his sweatpants. Does he just carry that around? How many girls has he slept with? Maybe he hasn't slept with any girl and I'm just reaching here. 

I don't think he's a virgin either, because how can a virgin be good at this? You can watch porn countlessly as a virgin and still not be a pro at sex if it's your first time. 

He puts his perfectly sized dick inside of me and I immediately start moaning. 

"Am I hurting you?" He asks, he's concerned. I shake my head. Even if it was painful I would want to feel the pain. The last time I had sex was last month and that was with my downstairs neighbor's son who came to visit from college. He was twenty-one btw. Twenty-one and bad at sex, Jesus he kept on pulling my hair and he kept on biting my vagina with his teeth, I didn't want to have sex after him. 

Now, this guy comes along and makes me believe in sex again, I don't even want to have sex with anyone else if it's not him. I love that he's showering me with kisses while his penis is in me I won't mind him removing the condom I want to be the mother of his kids. I want to be his forever. 

Never have I moaned this much, the last time I moaned so loudly was when I had sex with my roommate's boyfriend. Yes, I'm going to hell and so is my roommate's boyfriend for not being faithful to her. It takes two to tango. 

I don't want him to stop anything, the kisses, the sex nothing. I want him here with me, forever. 

I wake up to the sound of my phone, it's ringing and I immediately grab it and pick it up. I've been vigilant when it comes to my phone, I keep thinking it's Mr. Moe and he wants to accept my work. A girl can dream. 

My blurry vision disappears and I roll my eyes immediately after I see who's calling. Ugh, my mother. What does she want? I hope Mr. Hot guy won't think I'm still a little girl who needs her mommy every time and I also hope he won't think I'm rude for rolling my eyes at her call. 

I turn to the side to see if I'll spot a hot naked guy lying close to me but he's not there, I look around my room, he's not in the room at all.

Maybe he's in the kitchen, I'm going to check but first I have to answer this woman's call. 

"Yes, mom," I say and I'll have to admit that sounded rude. 

"Good morning to you too Chloe." I roll my eyes again I put her on loudspeaker so I can put on my robe. And I've got to admit I did sound a little rude. I know exactly why she's calling. "Anyway, I'm calling to know if they accepted your work." I knew it, she won't be the first one to call I know my cousin Rene's gonna call so she'd ask me the same damn question my mom's asking me. 

"No mom." I look around the living room for him, he's not here so I go to the kitchen he's not here either. "I got rejected for the eighth time now." I move away from the kitchen and I knock on the bathroom doors before I open them, still nothing. Face it, Chloe, he's gone. "I'm just not that good of a writer."

"Oh honey, don't say that you are good you just need times like these. I bet once you become the best-selling author you're gonna look back at every rejection and you'll see how it pushed you to be the best." Marjorie Fint might be annoying but she's still my mom, and like most supportive moms she always knows what to say. She's been there for me since I came out of her womb.

When my dad died it was like the whole world came crumbling down. I was fourteen, in my freshman year of high school. I was in for the school's talent show at my high school, Sherman Lawn High. I was giving a poetry piece. I came second but that was nothing compared to the news I heard after. My dad had died of a heart attack. I couldn't understand what the doctor was saying all I knew was my dad was gone, forever. 

Rest in peace Andrew Fint.  

My Dad was always supportive of me, I remember when he got me my first book Wizard Of Oz. I was seven years old then and from there I knew I wanted to be a writer. I was so lost in their world that immediately after I finished reading the book I almost forgot that I lived in the real world. A world where witches don't melt, and where hot guys have sex with you and then disappear when he finds out the girl he had sex with is a failure. 

I don't know if that's the reason he left but I'm sure he had a feeling that I'm a bad writer. Well, I'm not a bad writer my work isn't good enough or in Mr. Moe's words, my work is bland. 

"And why are you still in Dallas? I thought your dream has always been to go to New York." I roll my eyes a lot when it comes to my mom, best believe I rolled my eyes when she said that. But still, she's right I have always wanted to go to New York. But I don't know what's keeping me here. "If you're not ready that's fine just don't be afraid to chase your dreams okay?" 

"Yeah mom, I know." Could it be fear? Am I scared of New York? How am I scared of the place I've wanted to run to ever since I was ten? There's nothing special about Dallas so I don't know what I'm still doing here. 

"You know maybe—"

"Mom, you know what I have work I'll talk to you later." If I let her talk she won't stop so I'll be the one to stop her. My mom talks a lot honestly. 

"Okay, honey I'll talk to you later, make sure you—" I hang up. I sigh, I go into my bedroom and I jump on my bed. I'm thinking about the amazing sex I had with that stranger. I don't even know his name and I didn't get his number, it's almost like we never met like I imagined it. Wait, did I imagine it? I know I was drunk but not that drunk. 

I shouldn't even be thinking about a boy I met last night, I should be thinking of perfecting my work you know, make it less "bland" 

I just have to get out of bed to do it.