Your Body is Not For Me

"Wolf?"

"Hm?" Wolf removed the headphones from his head. Becca waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention.

"What's up?" Wolf hissed. He didn't like interruptions when he was working in the studio, especially during the final stages of deciding whether a song was ready for release or not.

This process took time because Wolf was very meticulous—not hesitant to ask for re-recordings or remixing if he wasn't satisfied. Wolf demanded high concentration and despised interruptions halfway through.

For almost a week now, Wolf hasn't left the studio, conducting a marathon quality check of many songs scheduled for release next month. His patience was at an all-time low.

"That Bitch is here."

Becca felt no remorse for the interruption; in fact, she cursed whoever it was that came, as anyone earning that nickname was someone she despised.

"Which Bitch?"

However, Wolf couldn't comprehend, as Becca had a long list of people earning that title. Even Iris had called her that when she wa