Are they fucking?

The hell. Who does this bitch think she is? 

Annette was in shock; she loves her curve very much, and she was not ashamed of how she looks.

Xavier gave Sofia a dead stare; his face was expressionless. Blank. But Annette could visibly see the muscles in his jaw tightening.

"Down this corridor, four doors by your right; make yourself comfortable, " he said, turning to Annette. 

"I would like to have a word with you, Sofia." He said walking past Annette with Sofia not too far behind.

Annette stood in the sitting room for a moment trying to process what just happened. 

She knew that she should mind her business and not get herself involved in whatever is going on and follow Xavier's instructions, but curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself silently trailing behind them. Could Xavier be fucking his receptionist? Gods, if that is the case, she would have to get her eyes watched. 

The thought alone made her feel nauseous. She knew that some bosses mess around with their receptionist, but was Xavier that kind of person?

"Don't you ever insult or speak to Annette in that manner, ever again. Is that understood?"

The sound of Xavier's deep, angry voice could be heard through the door. 

Well, It doesn't sound like they were fucking instead, Xavier sounded mad. Moving as silently as she could, the door wasn't totally shut. she looked through the gap, praying that she would not be discovered. 

What she saw on the other side of the door was shocking. Xavier had Sofia pinned against the wall; his fingers were wrapped around her neck, and she was a couple of feet above the ground. The hell, this was not what she was expecting to witness.

The hold Xavier had on Sofia was in no way a sexual one, nor was it the gentle and sensual one she experienced in his office when he had her pinned against his office door.

Because from what she could see, Xavier was vibrating with anger, Sofia must have said something that pissed him off.

"Annette belongs to me; she is here because I want her to be here and she is mine, so that shouldn't be your problem. Am I clear?" Xavier growled, his wolf just beneath the surface.

"Crystal clear alpha." Sofia looks like she was going to pass out at any moment. She quickly nobbed her head to show that she totally understood what Xavier had said. Her head was tilted to the side, exposing her neck, a sign of submission. Her eyes shut tightly as if she could block out the image of Xavier's furious face from her mind.

They appear to be in some kind of storage room, bare left for the few boxes sitting at a corner of the room.

Xavier's hold on Sofia's neck loosened as he took a step back. Sofia slid on to the floor, gasping for air, her face red. Her hands were gently rubbing her neck. 

She looks shaken, her eyes widened in fear.

Had Xavier hurt Sofia? Annette could see a faint trace of Xavier's fingerprint on her neck that appears to be healing already.

Fucking werewolf healing power. 

She had a feeling that if she doesn't leave the door and find a place to hide, she will be discovered.

Annette tiptoed down the hall as fast and silently as her feet could to the room directed her to.

"Make the necessary plans for tonight's event," Xavier said. Annette could hear the door to the storage room opening and his voice spilling into the hallway. 

She quickened her steps, desperately wanting to hide. Just as she reached the room and she walked in, Xavier stepped out of the room. 

Annette placed her ear on the door to hear what Xavier would say next.

"And do not disappoint me," he ordered. She could hear their footsteps moving down the hallway. Soon after, she heard the familiar dig of the elevator. 

Annette waited for a few moments to see if they would come back, and when 

Annette waited for several heartbeats to see if they would return, and when they did not, she walked out of the room to the hallway.