Baffled.
To say Annette was shocked would be an understatement.
This was far from what she had anticipated or even dreamed of. She had thought possibly that he would give her some money and they would work out a payment strategy over a stipulated period of time, and she would have to get different jobs and work for hours in order to meet up with the payment.
Hell, he would have proposed that she work for him and keep doing so until her debt has been paid, and it would have been worth it for her brother, for James.
But not this, not what he was proposing. Annette had never imagined in a million years that Xavier Michaelson would demand that of her. Demand for her body. Demand to have sex with her as a means to pay her debt.
But the question was, will she be able to do it? Have sex with a man to save her brother.
But Xavier was not just any man. They go way back, to when they were younger, teenagers, and they had been friends.
She thought of the possibility of Xavier having feelings for her back then the same way she did --a teenager's crush or having feelings for her now, for that matter. But one look at his face made that thought fly out the window.
No, there was no way this cold-hearted werewolf could harbor any tender feelings for anyone, let alone her. This was plainly about sexual desire and dominance, and she was at the receiving end.
"Why me?" That was the only question that came to mind.
"Have you seen me?" She said while pointing at herself.
"I am not a model precisely, nor do I have the body of one. I totally like the way I look. Don't misunderstand me, but girls like me do not particularly go out with or be around men of your status, they_"
"They what?" He asked cutting her off before she could complete her sentence. He looked deep into her eyes, and men did he look pissed.
Her back met the smooth, solid office door before she could blink. He moved fast like lightning. She could not stop him, not that she wanted to. His left hand was placed on the door, a few inches from her face, and his right hand wind around her waist pulling her body to his.
This made him impossibly close to her, as if he wasn't close enough. He was huge; his well-defined muscle, broad shoulders, and impressive height made him look more intimidating.
Bloody hell, they were so close, chest to chest. She could feel something firm poking her stomach.
Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what it was. He was hard, and very much so from what she could feel.
"Not all men like rawboned women?" His heated gaze was on her. She placed her hands on his broad chest as if to push him back.
"Some men like curves," he said, moving his fingers along her spinal cord, sending sparks through her body.
"I like curves on my woman, something to hold onto while I thrust into her, not one that looks like she is starving."
Annette sucked in a breath when she heard his words.
He removed his hand from her waist and l lifted it to her face, cupping it. His touch was possessive, not gentle.
He slowly rubbed his thumb over her lower lip.
Looking deep into her eyes, he continues.
"So what do you say, Annette? Do we have a deal or not?"
Annette was in a dilemma. Was she going to accept his proposal?
The thought of her cousin lying on the floor cold and lifeless flooded her mind.
But she could not let that happen; let James die when she can do something to prevent that from happening. And she would have to sleep with Xavier to achieve it. The notion of sex with Xavier- the thought alone made her heart race. He was an attractive man; sex with him would not be so bad. Moreover, men of his status get tired of women quickly. Surely he will get tired of her soon; this was not going to last for long."I accept." Her voice was low, barely a whisper, but she knew he had heard her; he was a werewolf after all.She could see that arrogant smirk on his face, as if he already knew that she was going to say yes. Fuck. How was she going to do it? How was she going to meet up with his expectations? Satisfy him. She had never been with a werewolf before and had no idea what he liked.She decided to come clean because she did not want him to think that she played him."Xavier, I just want to put it out there by saying that I am n-not," her voice cracked before she could comp
They left the office and walked towards the elevator and boarded it. Annette assumed he was taking her back to the lobby, but imagine her surprise when Xavier presses 'P' instead of 'L' of the lift buttons after the door of the elevator closes.She shot him a confused look but kept her month shut. She did not want to annoy him, before he changed his mind and decided not to help James anymore. It took them to the top floor of the building, and the lift door slid open.He stepped out of the elevator ahead of Annette and waited for her to join him. She steps into what appears to be a receiving room.Her eyes widened as she took in the lavish decor of the room."This is my penthouse," Xavier informed her, while stepping forward into the room.This pales in comparison to what she saw in the lobby downstairs. From the luxurious fluffy carpets covering the floor to the gray and white decorations that match the dark wood furniture."Do you live here?" She asked him, moving further into the
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 recept
Annette walked back to the setting room, heading to the receiving room. The door to the lift was closed, and the light above showed it was moving downward. She could not find any keypad on the elevator; there was no fingerprint scanner. That means the elevator can only be accessed by card. There was no way out of this apartment. Shit.She ran her fingers down her face in frustration. Damn. She decided to explore the apartment since Xavier had not said anything was off limits, so she did not see anything wrong with snooping around a little. She returned to the living room: instead of taking the door leading to the hall, she took another door and walked into what appeared to be a large and luxurious kitchen.It was equipped with white cupboards and granite countertops. Luxurious appliances and stainless steel pots and pans were hung up on the wall. The island in the middle of the room was stunning; bar tools lined each side. Stepping out of the kitchen and into the sitting room. The
Annette jerked awake. Something had woken her up; it was the sound of breaking glass and growling. The sound was loud and intense. She sat upright on the bed, pushing her hair away from her face. The room was bathed in darkness; the moonlight shimmering in through the window was the only source of light in the room. The sun had long set. She had only wanted to take a nap after the messed up day she had.She must have fallen asleep. How long has she been asleep for?"Motherfuckers."She heard someone cursing. It seems to have come from one of the rooms down the hall. Who was it? Was it Xavier? Was he back? He sounded furious and annoyed with something. Annette thought was racing as she slipped from the bed and pushed to her feet. Leaving the room, she walked down the hall; her bare feet made no sound as they came into contact with the thick plush carpeted floor as she went in search for the origin of the sound.As she walked down the hall, she realized that the noise was coming from
Fuck. He was so muscular and ripped. He towered over her; her head barely reached his shoulder. His body was tensed, and both of his hands braised on the kitchen sink. His head was bent, his silk hair cascaded over his forehead. Annette reached out to pick one of the cotton balls from the kitchen sink; she was determined to help him. His wounds were dripping blood; it was a gruesome sight.But before her fingers could come in contact with the cotton balls, Xavier's hands shut out like a cobra, grabbing her hands, and stopping her. His sudden movement made her lose her balance. She was stunned by it.She placed her hands on the countertop by the sink to steady herself."I thought I asked you to leave, Annette?" "Please, Xavier, let me help. I want to help you patch up your wounds, please." she said, literally begging him with her eyes., trying to convince him. Xavier gave her a hard stare, studying her face. Perhaps it was to check if she was sincere or something, but she didn't car
"Ms McKinney?" The high pitched voice of the receptionist cut through her thoughts."Are you certain you have an appointment with Mr. Michaelson? I have gone through his schedule, and your name is not here," says the receptionist seated behind the glass and steel desk.Holy fuck. Annette was in deep shit, and a very nasty one at that. Annette McKinney sat in the expansive lobby of the Michaelson Empire and did all she could in order not to have a heart attack. She really did, but it appears that her body have a mind of its own. She could feel the tell-tale sign of a panic attack setting in. Trying to control her breathing, she did a little bit of breathing exercise.Until one month ago, she had never suffered stress or had any problem with a panic attack.Annette was an independent woman, making her way in the business world.She may not have an empire as big as the Michaelson but her pastry and small chops business down town was doing well. A business she single-handedly establish
That had been the end of their relationship and the last time Annette had seen any of the Michaelsons. Not physically per se. She had been keeping track of them on the news like the rest of the world.However, she refused to give her opinion on the looks and appearance of Xavier, the current alpha of the Michaelson pack, whenever her colleagues swoon over him. But as good looking as Xavier might be, appearances does not make up for his cruel attitude.And this is the same man she has to persuade into helping her. Fuck. This appears to be impossible."3:30 you said, that is unlikely because he has a 3:30 meeting with a client," puckered her blood red lips in confusion.Seriously, did Xavier demand the women working for him to dress like barbies in desperate need of sex or did they decide to look like this on their own in the hopes of snaring the billionaire werewolf."It is a brief meeting," replied Annette. Well, very brief. Annette thought.Enough time for him to get security to come