She is not a Muslim, but she lives in an Islamic country where it is forbidden for all women to dress in a liberated manner. It is definitely new to her, though she isn’t complaining. Lorelei also put on her makeup, which was coordinated with her outfit. Her hair had been brushed down, highlighting the wavy curls at the end of her hair that cascaded just above her waistline. “You’re so beautiful!” Gazing herself in the mirror, Lorelei beamed up behind her. Her friend also wore a satin olive-green short dress with a plunging v neckline, hugging her curves so perfectly that, accenting her beautiful black skin and paired up with nude color killer heels lacing up through her knees. Lorelei also set her hair into a natural mess. “You too.” She replied, all too thrilled for this night to get started. “Shall we go outside? I can’t wait for Craig’s reaction to see us both.” Her friend suggested, taking her by the wrist and dragging her outside the room. Lorelei went out first, jumping in
His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tight as he weaved through the busy street of Bunga. His wolf snorted with rage, clawing inside him, wanting to be let out and take things on its own, and Dylan struggled to keep him at bay. Throughout the sequence of traffic lights, his patience is wearing thin and he is losing his cool. He’s worried that through the span of time that he was still traveling, something might happen to his mate, same with the incident through the dark alleyway. ‘Isn’t she thinking?’ He muttered to himself as he slammed the brakes as the pub came into view, causing his car to drift sideways instead of parking it properly. He hurriedly stepped out of his car and shut the door with a loud thud, paving his way through the entranceway. Loud sound blaring in his ears, just like when he picked up Stacey the last time. The strong scent of mixed smell assaulted his nostrils, making him hold his breath for the longest time until he came to a spot wh
He strode around towards the driver’s seat and climbed inside his car. He threw his mate one quick glance before he started the engine and drove away from the pub. She was leaning on the window. Her feet extended fully on the car’s floor. Her eyes were closed, but it didn’t seem that she was sleeping. She moves every now and then. His car's interior was filled with the scent of her, which was mingled with alcohol. It occurred to him that he should return home, but he quickly realized that Stacey would only exacerbate the situation if she saw Rachel. Eventually, Dylan decided to take her to her small apartment, where she had been staying. He wonders if how Rachel was taking in everything that she had seen in that alleyway. She called him a beast earlier in the pub. Had he been wrong about thinking that she accepted him? That she wasn’t scared of him? What if she rejects him? A twist of pain run through his body at the mere thought of it. “Hmm,” Dylan's attention was drawn to Rachel
However, Rachel got her stubbornness mingled with the residue of intoxication that was still coursing through her veins and only scoff at him.“No, Mr. Wolfman. I can go home all by myself. I can take a cab, and...” She was about to reach for something on her side when she realized it was empty, mumbling to herself as she scratched the back of her head.“Oh, Lorelei has my purse.” “Now, get in the car, Rachie. We are on a desolated road. No taxis are going this way.” Dylan only huffed out his amusement upon seeing the disappointment on her face, knowing that she had lost their meager argument. “Fine.” She rolled her eyes on him and stomped her way back inside the car, slamming the door close with a loud bang. Dylan only shakes his head in disbelief, a laugh that earns its way out from him as he sprints towards the driver’s seat. He’s actually worried about what his house would be like once he put her and Stacey in one room. Helen would probably be laughing her butts off watching h
Dylan couldn’t believe that most of her things here didn’t work. How can she live in a place like this? Ruffling his hair, he fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed some numbers on it, punching the call button. “Hello, Mr. Reed, how can I help you at this time of night?” A woman’s voice came through the other line after his call rang for a few seconds. “Grace, find me a new refrigerator, fill it with supplies, run through the groceries, take everything that a kitchen needs. Then find me a collapsible bathtub and room heater. I'll send you the address on where it is going to be delivered.” He said without wasting any moments to pass, all the while rubbing his forehead and pacing back and forth at the center of the room. “When would you like me to get it ready?” Dylan paused for a moment and looked down on his watch, seeing that it had already struck midnight. Hoping that there will be more time before Rachel will rouse and go sober. “Now. I want it delivered before three
Satisfied with his work on her hair, Dylan shifted her into a more comfortable position, leaning down and placing a gentle peck on the forehead before he left her room and went to inspect the progress on the outside. He looked down on his wristwatch, seeing that it was almost dawn and the rest of the crew were making the final touches for all the things he had purchased. He wanted to see Rachel’s reaction when she woke up, yet he could not. There were still things he needed to do in his office. He knew Grace couldn’t handle all the workload meant for him to settle. As much as the woman admired him and could not say no to all of his requests, he is not heartless enough to put the poor woman through such a stressful situation. One of the members of the crew comes out of the kitchen. With an adjustable wrench in his hand, placing it on his tool belt, which was fastened around his waist. ” “Mr. Reed, everything is done. You can come and see. He says as he approaches him. Dylan nodded
She stood there, fazed with everything. Rachel urges herself to move, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when she gets home after works, then everything is back to normal. Now that she comes to think about it, she realizes that she does, in fact, have a job to do, and that it is getting late. “Oh! damn!” She bolted out of the kitchen and dashed to her bathroom, stripping off her clothes and hurling them all over the place as she jumped into her shower. Gingerly stepping on the tub and turning the shower on, setting the heater into lukewarm. She was still eying the thing carefully, waiting for it to disappear from her vision. Suddenly, warm water gushed forth from the showerhead, blessing her with its pleasant temperature. She kept reminding herself that she would be late if she stayed in the shower any longer than was absolutely necessary, no matter how much she wanted to indulge herself in the shower. She didn’t even scrub off her skin that much since she already got washed last nig
Beast. She knew no one she called beast except for that wolfman. Completely appalled by it, her knees buckled under the weight of the situation, forcing her to grip the corner of the register's counter. exclaiming, “Oh, God!” Ice-cold beads of sweat dripped from the temples all of a sudden. Craig looked at her with curiosity, “You know him?” Rachel blinked out her fear, swallowing the large lump on her throat before answering him,“I think I know who took me home last night.” Then it came to her senses that he isn’t a human and is highly capable of taking one’s life in an instant. She roamed her eyes to her friend, checking if he was injured or something, “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?” “No, I’m fine. I should be the one asking you that.” Craig replied, assuring her that he was okay. Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath, and tried to relax, “I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me.” There was a Splitting silence blanketed between them. Craig's face became increasingly seriou