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 sitting room was stunning; it had large leather couches and a huge TV setup on one corner. Annette had only seen that size of TV at the movie theater. A large wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that gave way to the magnificent view of the city could be seen. The room was breathtaking; it was designed for relaxing. She could picture Xavier lying down on the couch, watching the news, sports, or some random channel during his free time. Maybe without his shirt on.
She shakes her head; she tries to get her mind out of the gutters.
Walking out of the living room and into the hallway, she carried on with her exploration.
The first door she opened had a office setting; a large mahogany wooden table could be seen at one end with an office chair, a liquor bar at a corner, and a couch on the other side of the room facing the desk.
Two chairs were placed in front of the desk. On the table was a computer system, turned off. She knew it would be password protected, but since she wasn't into invading into people's privacy, Annette might be a businesswoman, but her specialty lies in pastries and cupcakes, she was not a hacker or into cyber crime so it was none of her business.
Stepping out of the office, she opened the next door. It was a home gym; it had everything you would see in a gym: treadmill, exercise bike, rowing machine, dumbbell, weight plates racked and ready to go. She was stunned. She had no idea that werewolves workout; she had never heard of it. Annette had always assumed that they didn't need to, but some werewolves, just like humans, did not all have muscular bodies.
However, Xavier was sturdy, having an athletic body. She believes it was due to the time he spent at the gym and not something related to good genes.
Shutting the door, she opened the next one. It was Xavier's bedroom. Annette stepped in, unable to stop herself; well it was out of curiosity.
The room screams Xavier; it was so him. There were floor-to-ceiling windows that covered two sides of the wall; just like in the living room, you could see the city below; the view was breathtaking.
His bed was massive; a four-poster bed covered in gray sheets that looked soft. Annette couldn't get past the size of the bed; it was so big that it could easily fit six people, and there would still be some space left.
He had a large Fifty-five-inch TV mounted on a folding ceiling panel opposite the bed. Beside the bed was a bedside table, which was bare.
A home theater sound system was placed in different corners of the room. The room was stunning. But what captured Annette's attention was the picture placed above the bed. It was a painting of a wolf. The wolf was massive, with a dark coating howling into the night; the full moon shimmered in the background. The painting called to her; speak to her in a way she could not fathom.
It was magnificent. Perhaps this was a picture of Xavier in his werewolf form; she wasn't sure. Annette had always wanted to know more about Xavier; she had always wanted to understand this side of him, but she doubted he would show her now, not now that she was on his beck and call, not now that she was only here to satisfy him.
Leaving Xavier's room, Annette walked towards her room. She was a bit tired; she should inform her aunt that she would not be coming home for the next few days.
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
"I do know you." His voice sharp as a blade cut off her sentence before she could complete it. Arrogant bastard. She thought. But it did nothing to calm the storm she was facing, not in the slightest."What I am more interested in is why you are here." He said."Mr Michaelson, she claims that she have a 3:30 meeting with you," the receptionist said. Her voice seems to have changed, she was doing all she could to sound sexy and attractive, perhaps trying to get Xavier's attention at all cause, but in reality the sound of her voice was annoying. Annette had to stop herself from making a comment.Xavier gave a silent nod, not looking away from Annette."Please, I need your help.. For James."She finally said it. She could feel the gaze of the receptionist on her as she waited for his reply. The receptionist gave Annette a once over, sizing her up, and Annette gave her a dead stare in return. Annette was a woman who had curves in all the right places. She was provoke to run her hands al
He might as well be leading her to the lion's den.Xavier thought as he stepped to the side, making room for Annette to leave the elevator ahead of him.He was in shock when he spotted Annette McKinney in the lobby today, she was the last person he was expecting to see.She stepped out of the lift, giving him a small nod of the head and walked past him. Xavier took the opportunity to study her; he swept his gaze over her body while she wasn't paying attention. And damn, she was no longer the little girl he once knew; she had grown into a beautiful woman and a hot one at that. Her once slender figure has developed into an irresistible hourglass figure, taking the look of a seductress that can bring any man to his knees. She had her hair in a ponytail; the length of her hair reached her ass. She had on a simple dress that gave a perfect outline of her curves but not too much. She looks like a seductress without even trying. She was absolutely gorgeous. As he studied her, a feeling sw
"Then things did not go as planned?" He was already predicting what happened next. She nodded in affirmation, her face turning white. He had to fight the urge to walk towards her and comfort her. He walked to the bar on the left side of his office to fix himself a drink. He turned to her when he heard her voice."Yes, that is what happened per say," she said, running her left hand over her neck. The movement is so innocent yet sensual."What did James do?" he asked, moving to the front of the desk and leaning against it while taking a sip from his glass.Her lips quiver as if she were in pain. "James was not doing the business he had said he was. He took money from some of his friends and gambled it in hopes of earning more, but he lost all the money. Now his so-called friends want their money back as well as the people he lost to if not-""Friends? Does he know this his so called friends personal? Where did he meet them?" Sometimes the people you view as friends do not see you the
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