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16. Frustrated
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I Reject You, Mate 17. Poolside
Somehow, I end up sleeping the entire evening away, tossing through nightmare after nightmare. I wake up drenched in sweat, with a thirst that has me lunging out of bed to grab the glass of water on the bed stand.I gulp the entire thing and refill the glass twice, panting and wiping my mouth once I am done. My trembling fingers rise to my face, before threading them into my hair as I will my breathing to slow.Gripping the bedstand, I lean against it, shaking. I dreamt of Yuri and Anton, but this time, they're killing me, not the reverse. My skin crawls with the feeling of blood on my skin. The sweat coating my body and shirt does little to help.Bile rises to my throat and I close my hand over my mouth to keep myself from throwing up. Pushing my feet into the oversized flip-flops by the bed and grabbing the robe by the door, take heavy steps out of the room needing to get some air on my face.I step out of the room, my tight movements triggering the motion sensors and lights sudde
I Reject You, Mate 18. Dane's Club
I'm wearing Eliana's dress. A little green dress that hugs my ass so tight, Mr. Winchester's hands had furled and unfurled when I'd shown up, no doubt with the need to grip it.I don't feel bad or ashamed. I might keep it even, if I feel up to it.Shameless? A little, and there's nothing wrong with that.I'd always thought a night drive was cool, but now, in the early hours of the morning when the rest of the world sleeps, it is euphoric.The wind is cool, and Mr. Winchester's chosen car is without a roof top. I can feel the morning mist on my skin as he races past the streets of Brookville. I push my fingertips out the window and I smile at the breeze pushing against my fingers.I like cars. I'd always read about them and wished we could do away with carriages and horses. But the Lycan King didn't want the air getting ruined with fumes."Would Eliana be comfortable with this? Taking me out in the public's eye?"Sinclair Winchester doesn't take his eyes off the road or miss a single b
I Reject You, Mate 19. Greater good
Dane steps in between us before Ethan can think to retaliate.Could have told him not to bother. I can handle a fight just fine."Back the hell up, Ethan. We all mourn Danika's death in our own way and time. You want to go at it with him, do it outside my establishment. Tonight, they are my guests. You disrespect them, you disrespect me, I fucking kick your drunk ass out." Ethan bares his teeth at Dane, but he backs off, stalking back to the others at the table, his frustration seething under his skin.Soft, soft, musical laugh tinkles through the booth, quickly silenced by a warning growl from Ethan.Dane turns slightly my way, a flicker of approval dancing in his eyes. Just like that, my terrible mood is gone and I have to bite down on my lip to stifle a giggle."Which would you prefer? Dane's Club or my office?" Mr. Winchester asks as Dane leaves to fetch us some drinks. My brows furrow. "I'm not following.""Did you see the sign outside? There's an opening. If you like him so mu
I Reject You, Mate 20. The Drive With El
I'm having one helluva day.First, for some crazy ass reason, the paparazzi were at the school when Mr. Winchester dropped me off. Getting past them had been hellish. Their mics had been shoved in my face more times than I would like to recall, and they reached for me so aggressively, my blouse got ripped in a few places when I tried pulling away.Mr. Winchester hadn't bothered to get out of his car. He'd waved for the camera before driving off, leaving me to find my way through the horde.Then I'd walked into hall to find that I was late for an assessment. Lots of minutes late, considering how they were rounding it up already. But the lecturer had taken one look at me and given me a sheet and more than enough time to sketch daises and roses on the papers because I had no idea what the heck they'd taught in the previous lectures. How would I? I wasn't even around!And then, he'd proceeded to give me an A, when it had been very clear that I deserved an F.What did that earn me? Whispe
I Reject You, Mate 21. Tit for Tat I
"Girl, I got a raise!" I wish I could share in her excitement and joy but something is eating at me. Slowly, crawling under my skin, up my chest, in my heart, my brain, and I can't get it out of my head, no matter what I distract myself with. My nail snaps as I bite down on it, staring hard at my tab, waiting, fidgeting. "Okay, what's got you over the edge? You been acting like you hooked on somethin'," Ray quips, snatching the tablet from my grip before I can turn it into splinters. I snarl and grab it from her violently. Another snarl leaves my lips, along with the frustration that has begun growing from the moment I realized Mr. Winchester had left and the anger that keeps building with each message I send to him that he doesn't respond to. "Leave me alone!" Ray blinks, and her pupils dilate. She shudders, back hunching and her head hangs as she turns away, moving like a puppet whose strings are being pulled. Oh, Goddess. My eyes widen
I Reject You, Mate 22. Tit for Tat II
Ray looks at me funny. "Girl, you're not going to..." Her voice trails off when she sees something in my eyes. "No shit!" I smile and let a little bit of the naughty lycan in me rise to the surface. "Girl's gotta have some fun, not so?" Her jaw drops and she looks at me like I've grown another head on my shoulder. "Gin, you alright?" My smile widens. "Never been better." She grabs my hand swiftly and slaps a sachet into it. "Safety." I peer at the condom. I don't bother telling her that I don't need one. Lycans and wolves don't do STDs. Sauntering across the club, I stop by the empty chair beside the male, placing my heeled foot on it, giving him a view he'll never see elsewhere. He stops talking to his friends. His friends stop talking too. The arousal in the hair rises to a pungent level. They all want me. All four of them. I don't blame them. I'd want me too. "So, what's the name?" I purr, my fingers tracing the outline
I Reject You, Mate 23. Resignation
I drift, for what seems to be an eternity filled with excruciating pain and pleasure. Sparks explode behind my eyes and my knees buckle. I see red, and lightning. My world cleaves and all that I am, all that is left is that tether that makes us one. I may have been crying or moaning. I can't say, my consciousness is somewhere else, floating, shattering, transforming, becoming. Ezra's joy knows no limit. I could tell her she's a fool for feeling joy, but my reservoir for words has been emptied out. I lose myself slowly. Who am I? I am his Erasthai, and I have been marked for all of eternity. Who is Gin? Gin is gone. Mr. Winchester's teeth retracts slowly, his tongue caressing where his canines had been. He does it slowly, like he has all the time in the world. Territorial bastard, some part of me thinks as his velvety tongue continues stroking. Heat pounds between my thighs and I know deep in my core that I hate him so much. I k
I Reject You, Mate 24. No
Ray turns in my resignation the next day along with hers. It is no surprise when an hour later, both letters return in the mail box, each stamped with the word, "DECLINED."It does nothing to influence my decision on not returning, but Ray does. I don't hold it against her. She needs it, and it'd be silly to throw away a job at Winchester Global because of a squabble she knows nothing about anyway.It begins with flowers.Every morning I walk out the house to jog through the streets, I see a fresh bouquet of flowers at my door. There are always notes in each, and I don't need to open them to know who it's from.I make it my duty to toss it unceremoniously in the trash on my way out.When Mr. Winchester sees that sending me flowers won't cut it, he starts dumping gift boxes by my door.They go in the trash as well. I don't bother looking into them, so I don't get angrier than I already am. So it doesn't disturb me more than it already does that Sinclair Winchester thinks gift boxes and
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