Justice Pov: Winston I knocked twice on the door and waited until the person in the upscale apartment opened up. The door creaked open, just an inch, the occupant of the household was alert and cautious. Well he had every fucking right to be. His blonde hair popped through the creak, blue eyes widened and froze over at me and he moved to shut the door. I placed my feet between the door and the door jamb, effectively stopping him from shutting the door. I shoved the door open, forcing my way into the apartment. He glared at me, following behind me as I found my way into the posh, sophisticated living room and sat comfortably, sinking into the plosh light blue couch. He stood a distance away from me, his face livid but his stance uncomfortable. He was holding an ice pack to his temple. His face had healed from most of the bruises we dealt on him on Saturday. Curse Gwyn and her gentle heart. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him myself and slice his throat with my claw and
night Pov: Winston I heard my door bell ring impatiently over and over again, kicking me awake, a sharp pain, shooting through my neck. I winced, sitting up, immediately alert and my keen wolf ears heard Nancy as she hurried over to see who was at the door. I looked around, taking note of my surroundings and finally registering exactly where I was, what day it was and what time of the day it was. I was in my office, I had fallen asleep on the desk, looking through the last of the files of emoloyees Adelyne had emailed me late this afternoon and I had taken home some work and all the proposals I needed to sign and reject. It was evening on Friday and Gwyn had left early to focus on pack duties, creating a breathing space for my two favourite assholes to show up at my doorstep. Ethan and Nathan were pounding on the door of my office. "Yo, dickhead!" Nathan howled outside, "put on some clothes and get out here! We're taking your miserable ass out!" "Just so we're clear, Win," Etha
Cookies and reminisces POV: Maddison I had so much free time on my side, so I decided to pay my mother a visit. I stood at her doorstep, grinning from ear to ear as I pretty much pounded on the door excitedly. I could catch the smell of cookies baking inside and I couldn't wait to sample them. Momma always makes the best cookies. "Shouldn't you be at work!" Was the first thing she said, opening the door and putting her hands on her hips, staring at me with a mock accusatory frown. "Wow," I deadpanned. "You can at least try to sound excited to see me, mum." I huffed, folding my arms, or at least, trying my best to fold my hands with the plastic containers in my hands, washed and air dried from the last time she made side dishes and dumplings for me to take home. Her face broke into a grin and she pulled me into an ecstatic hug. "Of course I'm excited to see you, Maddie! You never come visiting anymore," she pouted childishly, releasing me from the hug to give me a once over. "So
Back to work POV: Maddison The moment I stepped into the building, I knew that something was wrong. I was happy and refreshed from the week long break and I was ready to get back to work, pumped for the day. Olivia was waving me over at the front desk excitedly and she got out of her desk and pulled me into a tight, bone crushing hug. "It's so good to see you, B!" She squealed, hugging me tighter. "How're you? How've you been?! It's good to have you back! Have lunch with me this afternoon. Bill's on me of course." I was grinning wildly and holding on to her hand as we laughed and chatted together for a few minutes. Two fellow employees walked into the building, chatting and laughing, but the moment they saw me, their gazes turned cold and hard and frosty and they rolled their eyes and eyed me scornfully before walking away. My heart seized. "What was that about?" I asked Olivia. "Oh..." She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "That..." I swallowed in anticipation,
All night The boss' assistant POV: Maddie Working as Mr Winston's assistant was a breeze. It was my job to keep him informed and organized through out the week. All week, he had been having meetings outside the buildings with investors and partners willing to work with him. We had dinners and luncheons amd gala and charity events and it was actually fun meeting new people and going to different places. He kept me at his side always, taking notes, keeping track of his schedules and reorganizing meetings that he couldn't keep up with. Today however was different. He asked me to leave his side and give them some privacy as he chatted with investors from Milan. We had been invited to a convention in downtown Manhattan and Mr Winston was focusing on evolving his brand and getting into other aspects of consumer purchases. Lately, he had invested heavily in an upcoming make up brand that wasn't doing well at the moment but showed huge promise in doing better and sky–rocketing above its
Wrong POV: Mr Winston I felt like shit. I felt like the biggest pile of dog shit. I felt horrible the way I had rudely dismissed Maddie yesterday all because of my petty jealousy. She had asked what she did wrong and I had given her a bullshit answer. The truth was that I was mad with jealousy. She was talking, laughing... SMILING with him and I had lost it. God, gatekeeping her was going to be harder than I thought. I wanted her to save those conversations for me. To fadhion a smile and preserve it for me alone. To save her laughs for me. Was it too much to fucking ask for? But I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. I shouldn't have spoken to her like that yesterday. I shouldn't have treated her like that yesterday. She deserved to be treated like a queen, especially by me... But I was the one that kept fucking up with her. She was only try to help... Infact, she had helped immensely yesterday. I really needed that invite and if everything went smoothly in that party, the Vande
Dinners and dates POV: Winston It was quiet in the car all the way to Demure fashion house. The silence was stifling and suffocating and I almost exhaled in relief when the car rolled to a stop in front of the towering building. We were ushered past the waiting hall and into the judging room where we met with Donatella herself. I was almost certain she was a witch and she was almost certain I was a wolf creature and we had done business for decades without any of us looking a day older to the point that we were sure that the other wasn't a normal human being either. We never said a thing to each other, though, but we seemed to have unconsciously agreed on the fact that we would never question exactly who or what the other person was. And she had respected that subtle agreement. That was why I liked and respected Donatella Chere Di Santa and why I had done business with her all these years. "Dio mio! I miei occhi mi ingannano? do my eyes deceive me? Is that Winston?!" I heard her
Stood Up POV: Winston Later that evening, I sat at the backseat of my limo with Donatella, talking animatedly to me. "And then, I told her no no! We do not do it like that here. We take the bull by the horn, I said and... Winston?" She stopped, hesitating. "You're not listening to me. Why are you not listening to me?" I sighed in my seat, rubbing my forehead tiredly. "It's nothing, Dona. I'm just stressed out a bit. Today was a hard day." "Oh, my friend. I am so sorry. I shouldn't have insisted on dinner." "No no," i was quick to stop her from beating herself up, "you didn't force me to do anything. I wanted it to." "Well," she smiled at me, "i had a lovely evening, Winston." "Likewise," I smiled back at her. The limo came to a stop in front of her villa. She opened the door and stepped out, paused, changed her mind and got back in. "You know... You should tell that lovely model assistant of yours to go out with you sometime..." "What?!" I spluttered, self righteously. "Dona,