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
"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
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 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
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
"I'm leaving." Ray doesn't bother to glance up from her laptop, or whatever she's intently scribbling into her journal. "Cut it out. You've got nowhere to go." It's the first time she's strung more than a word together for me since that night at the club. Her gaze rarely meets mine either. I can't tell if she is scared of what she thinks I am or she just happens to find me repulsive. "There is nothing left for me here and I am tired of leeching off of you." Ray taps the head of her pen on the table, but she still doesn't meet my gaze. "Never said that to you. I've got no idea where you get your pretty thoughts from. You wanna leave. Ain't got no papers to hop on a flight, no greenbacks to your name. I could lend you some if you wanna bolt, but we both know there's no corner of this godforsaken planet where you can hide from Mr. Winchester's grasp." Maybe there isn't. Perhaps, I should return home, to my father and be the daughter
A lot can happen in one week. Hell, people have life-changing moments in one second.I happen to have what I'd like to call the craziest week in my life.It was a dream, and I knew I would wake from it one day. But I have never been treated with such tenderness in my entire life, or such...care. I let myself head first into it.I should have said no to him. Technically, I did say no, not in a manner of speaking. I didn't return to work, and Mr. Winchester came visiting again. A rattling around by my window has my gaze shifting from my screen. I'm watching an episode from Death Note, an anime series I find rather amusing. I frown as another rock lands on the glass with a loud thud. Someone's throwing a rock at my window. I look at the time. It's two in the morning. Cautiously, I slip out of bed, padding toward the source of the noise. I groan inwardly before pushing it open. Cool air wafts in, chilling the tip of my nose and I let out an icy breath. "Really?" Mr. Winchester reclines
Many times, I recall what my life had been at Lycanthia, and how pathetic I must have looked, holding on to a relationship that had no future; to a man that had been mine to begin with, but I lost him somewhere along the line.I wonder if I look the same way now.But I can tell the difference. He wants me. He doesn't nothing to hide that from me or the world. It's in the papers. They say I'm his mistress. It doesn't bother me. The only thing that does bother me is my face on the papers. The fear that Alaric might show up at my door step one day.Even that is taken care of when I discover just how much my safety matters to Sin. He has Ray's home under watch at every hour, and I know if I called, he'd be here immediately.""You're walking into a heartbreak, girl," Ray says with a solemn tone as we climb those steps together. "I don't know what universe you hail from, but 'round these parts, messin' with a married man usually ends in tears. No two ways about it."I slice her a sharp look