I wiped the counter despite being annoyed by my job today. On all the days that this bar could be full, it chose today and wasn’t even by my regular well-mannered customers, it was a bunch of college kids and all they could do was make a bunch of noise and spill their drinks all over my counter. My counter!
“You should plaster a smile on that face, Amanah,” I stared at my boss, Frank with an annoyed look and he laughed as he flipped the cocktail shaker in the air and caught it with his right hand behind his back, psshh show off. “You might murder someone.”
“Yeah, and that someone might be you,” I said, and he smiled, pouring the drink into the glass and winking at the girls that were watching him; they swooned. A cocky smile grew on his clean face. Argh, so annoying!
I was not used to seeing Frank without his beard, he didn’t look bad, but he definitely looked so different without it. He almost looked…younger. I continued wiping the counter, and I looked outside, counting the hours to when I could finally go back home.
“Have you noticed the number of black butterflies in this neighbourhood lately?” I asked him, and he looked out the window shaking his head.
“Never,” he said, and I sighed.
Rolling my eyes, I watched as a new customer walked into the building and sit at the end of the bar. I looked at Frank, nodding to him with my head, and he pointed to me. With an aggravated sigh, I walked over to the man who, on normal days, would fit in this place, but today he looked out of place.
Attractively out of place.
“Hey darling, what can I get you?” I asked, leaning across the counter and making sure I squeezed my breasts, for no reason at all.
“I’ll have a gin,” he said, and I stood there still. First of all, his voice travelled deeper than just my ears, and I don’t want to mention where, and secondly...
“You came here just to have a gin?” I emphasised the ‘a’, and he cocked his head to the side. I must admit, this man is freaking handsome. He definitely surpasses my used-to-be level of handsome men!
“Then what do you recommend?” He asked slowly, and I smiled as I stood up straight.
I recommend me.
“I’ll whip you a drink, and I guarantee it will be your new favourite,” I said, and he slightly grinned, nodding.
“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, and I grinned, throwing my cloth over my shoulder. I walked back to where Frank was, and he leaned toward me as I made the drink.
“So, who is Mr Mysterious Handsome Guy?” He asked, and I smiled, looking at him.
“I don’t know. I was hoping you knew him,” I said as I used the cocktail shaker. Frank propped his head on his hand and shook his head. Please say you know him.
“This is the first time I am seeing him,” he said, and I shrugged, pretending I was not bummed out. “What are you making?” He asked after a while, leaning in closer to me.
“Negroni,” I said, and Frank chuckled. “What, this is part of the three drinks I know how to make to perfection,” I defended myself, and he licked his lips, still laughing.
“Uh-huh,” he answered sarcastically, and I kicked his foot as I finished making the drink. I took it to my customer and set it in front of him.
“This is better than just gin,” I said, and he looked at the drink and nodded. “It does have gin in it, though,” I revealed to him, and he smiled. “So, what’s your name, or do you prefer to drink in complete silence? Not that it’s quiet enough here today, you came on a bad day. Between you and me, I would prefer it if there weren’t any customers here,” I said, and he sipped his drink as he listened to me ramble on. “You haven’t answered me. Is it good?”
“My name is Miall, and I don’t mind the company. I agree, it isn’t quiet enough, but you seem to be enough of a distraction,” he said, and I smiled, pleased that he answered everything I said without looking annoyed, at all. "Yes, it's good," he licked his lips, and I almost moaned at his silky voice.
Girls like me will never end up with a man like him. It's good to dream, though.
“My name is Amanah," I leaned against my hand as I observed him. "You know, the colour of your eyes is really beautiful; I have never seen a person with that colour,” I mumbled, and surprisingly, he caught that.
“Really, what colour are they right now?” He asked, and I leaned closer to look at his eyes.
“They’re kind of gold,” I whispered and cocked my head to the side. As soon as I blinked, the colour was different. “Oh wait, no, they’re purple. That’s a huge difference,” I said, laughing. “My lame eyes must be deceiving me,” I said as I leaned back.
“Your eyes aren’t lame, and my eyes are purple. Where I come from, it’s almost a very common eye colour,” he said, and I nodded as I took in his features. It was almost as if he were sculpted. Nothing of his looked natural. All of it had to be worked out for; however, his stubble made him seem more real. Biting my lip, I leaned in closer and asked him,
“Really? Where are you from?” I was interested to know where people with purple eyes actually live, and maybe I should marry one and have a baby with purple eyes.
“Somewhere far away,” he whispered.
“Well, home is far away,” I whispered, smiling. “So what do you do?”
“I kind of protect and order people around, it’s not the most fun, but it is bearable,” he said, and I nodded.
“Oh, so you’re like Frank?” I said, and he looked at me confused, and I laughed, pointing to Frank. “My asshole colleague slash boss,” I whispered, and he laughed, nodding.
“Yeah, I guess I am something like Frank,” he said, and I cocked my head to the side.
“You’re an asshole?” I asked, and he chuckled and shrugged.
“I can be at times. It’s necessary sometimes,” he said, and I nodded.
That is so hot, is what I wanted to say...
“Sure, but sometimes, the asshole of a boss needs to be told what to do, like Frank,” I said, and we both looked at him as he flirted with two girls simultaneously. I have to watch him do this almost daily except for Sundays, thankfully. But it does get quite annoying.
“How about you have a drink with me?” he raised his glass, and I looked back at Frank, and I decided fuck it, my shift is almost over, so I might as well have a drink with this fine ass man.
“So Amanah-”
“No, Josh,” I said as I pulled out the glasses.
“But-”
“No,” I said, and he sighed, turning around. He had been hitting on me since he hit his second drink, and he would come every fifteen minutes to see if I had changed my mind about him. I hadn’t.
“You’re so lucky, man,” he said to Miall as he walked away to his friends, who were still drinking away their night. These kids had just finished their finals and thought it would be great and classy if they came to drink here. Nothing about that scene looked classic, and damn, they've got some great kidneys.
I made us both Whiskey Sours and shots. I have to say, this man does not get wasted easily, and since I am one competitive person, I made it my mission to get him drunk. However, it seems I'm the only way halfway there.
“Come on, one more shot!” I slurred as I raised my glass, and he chuckled, shrugging and raised his own glass. “I said no, Josh!”
“There’s nothing wrong with trying more than once,” he stumbled along, and Miall laughed, watching him.
“He really is persistent,” he said, and I shrugged.
“I met him today, so… another?” I twirled the glass, and he chuckled, shaking his head. I was beyond drunk, but I had to see him drunk as well.
“You’re persistent as well. One more shot,” one turned into five, and it turned into us stumbling in my apartment, tearing at each other's clothes. Yes, that is what happens when you get shit-face drunk with a handsome stranger, although I advise you to be more cautious.
My nipples have never hurt so much that whenever they rub against my shirt, I can still feel his tongue circling them. My bruises were daily reminders of how I got the best fuck of my life, and the ache between my leg always had me biting my lip. Those strokes were otherworldly, and I wanted more. Miall was a beast in bed, and I am sure I might need to buy new sheets and beg Frank for a new uniform because this one was pretty much in shreds.
When I came to, Miall wasn’t next to me, and yeah, he didn't even say goodbye. It's been weeks since then, and thinking about him always gets me annoyed, but the thought of having his hands roaming my body, squeezing the parts I'm most insecure about, stroking places I didn't know were sensitive and hearing his guttural groans in my ear... I'd be more than happy to jump back into bed with him.
I sighed again for the umpteenth time, and Frank looked at me amusedly. I want to smack that smug smile away. I want to bash his head in! Fuck, I'm so horny!
“Annoyed that you haven’t seen your one-night stand in three weeks?” He asked, and I frowned. “It’s a one-night stand, Ama-”
“There!” I shouted, standing up.
“He’s here?” Frank asked confusedly, and I shook my head, pointing outside.
“No, look at that darn black butterfly!” I said, shaking my finger at it. “Come on, you idiot!” I held his face and moved it in the direction of the butterfly. “See it?”
“Do you want me to answer you honestly?” He asked slowly. I groaned, frustrated, letting go of his face.
“You’re just slow,” I said and kissed my teeth. Frank laughed and shook his head.
“And you’re hallucinating. You know what, I’ll let you go home early tonight,” he said as he leaned against the counter.
“Really?” I asked excitedly, and he rolled his eyes.
“The least you could do is pretend to be bummed out by it,” he said, accepting my apron, and I grinned, pressing my lips against his cheek.
“I am so disappointed that you’re giving me an early weekend. So frustrating,” I said as I skipped towards the door.
“Sure, see ya on Monday, and don’t be late!”
“Bye, Frankie!” I exclaimed as I left the bar and walked to my apartment building. Before getting home, I stopped by the convenience store and bought some junk food I had been craving. The cashier looked amused at my choices, and I smiled at her. For good reasons, I choose peace sometimes.
I made it home and took a bath before getting started on a simple dinner. I lived a simple, quiet life, nothing exciting, and I liked it. There was no family to bother me, no parents to please, no siblings to compete against, and a nice life without disturbances.
And now that I have gotten a taste of possibly the best sex in my life, I want more.
I watched a series on my laptop, and as I lost interest and slowly fell asleep, I saw the black butterfly in my room and looked at it, sleepy.
“You came with friends this time?” I whispered as I watched the kaleidoscope of butterflies having fun in my room, finally succumbing to slumber. I fell asleep with my show playing.
After what felt like hours of sleep, I heard my name being called from afar, which scared the life out of me because I lived alone, and nobody had a key to my apartment. I frowned and decided to ignore it, hoping to fall asleep again.
“Amanah Jones!” The voice repeated, and I groaned, facing the other way.
“You don’t teach me anymore, Mrs Wright,” I mumbled as I hugged my pillow tighter.
“Amanah Jones!” The voice called out again, and I was frustrated when I came to. I want to cry; all I want is to sleep.
“WHAT!?” I screamed, and the woman in front of me kindly smiled. Am I still dreaming?
“Welcome to Nioz.”
“Where?” I whispered looking around my surroundings, where the hell am I? There were people behind the woman who was standing in front of me, they were seated as if they were part of a council of some sort.“Nioz my child,” she said still smiling and my smile slowly grew as I stared at her, I chuckled and scratched my head.“It’s either I am dead or I am dreaming, because I don’t know who you are and where I am,” I said and she shook her head smiling.“You are in Nioz, a planet in a different realm than the one you’re from, Earth I believe it is called,” she explained and that had me convinced she was crazy. I laughed and clapped my hands.“Did Frank break into my apartment and take me into an asylum because I was seeing black butterflies?” I asked the woman, she was wearing a red long dress that reached her feet, her black hair was tied in such an elegant manner that made me believe she had some supremacy aura coming from her. Her eyes were a light shade of purple, and her kind smile
“Don’t scare the girl Miall, show her around her new home,” my mother said and Amanah still looked shocked at what she had heard. “Wait, will I really be pregnant for six months only?” “Well, for only five now, so your time is almost up,” I said, crossing my arms over my shoulder and my mom slapped my head. “What did you do that for!” I yelped and she ground her teeth together. “I said stop scaring the girl,” she said in a low voice glaring at me. “Last I checked, I was the Alpha of this pack,” I grumbled rubbing my head, it didn’t hurt but it did sting. My mother raised her eyebrow at me and said, “Alpha to who?” That scary face was replaced with a kind smile as she looked at Amanah. “We don’t know for sure yet, since this is the first time it’s happened in our pack.” “Oh,” she said softly and a smirk grew on her face. “That would still be enough time for me either way,” she said. “I’ve heard that pregnancy isn’t so kind on people,” she whispered to my mom and they giggled t
Once I was sure Miall had left the house, I left that dry ass room for his spacious room. I took a shower in his bathroom and graciously borrowed a shirt of his. Feeling clean and refreshed, I went to get something to eat from his kitchen. Which was a huge mistake because I had no idea what all this was, his freezer was mostly stocked with red meat, but I had no idea what animal that came from, as a matter of fact, I had no idea what any item in this fridge came from. I certainly didn’t trust the milk because what fucking animal was this on the packaging? I opened up his cabinet drawers and found something that I was a hundred percent sure was from earth. He had all sorts of snacks that I was very familiar with and thank goodness it was still good and hadn’t expired yet. I grabbed what I could and contemplated pouring a glass of water, but then again, the lake was purple. I climbed up the stairs with my arms filled with snacks, I kicked open his bedroom door, well my new bedroom
I woke up alone in the bed and as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of thought I'd find Miall next to me but he wasn't. With a shrug, I got off the big bed and made my way downstairs after doing half of my morning routine, which was the hygiene bit.I still needed a whole lot of stuff of mine, I wasn't so sure if it was available on this planet, it probably might be advanced but who knew? On my way to asking Miall millions of questions, I heard talking. I am not a wolf or anything superb, but I do have good hearing, and I know that sounds like a woman giggling in the kitchen.I slowly walked into the kitchen and none of them acknowledged me as they talked to each other with stupid smiles plastered on their faces. Miall was shirtless and looked rested, the woman had dark hair, and a very athletic figure, either she worked hard for it or, that is how it is like for every woman here.Walking closer to them I listened in more on their conversation, she said something about not seeing him
I walked into the packhouse with Willow hand in hand when I heard laughter coming from the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, I found my mother, Malakhi and Amanah having a blast together. Amanah looked very different from when she left the house.She was now wearing a large hoodie and a pair of tights. She sat next to Malakhi facing my mother as she talked to them."Oh, hi there," my mother said sweetly, raising her mug to her lips. "I'm going to kill you," she said through the mind link and I smiled waving my hand."Hi everyone," I said and Amanah just stared at us before she turned back around to face my mother."Hey," Malakhi said, nodding and facing away as well."Oh come on, don't tell me you're mad too?" I asked him through the link."Extremely," he said."You don't even know the whole story," I said and he turned around to face me again and shook his head."Don't need to.""So Ma, what were you saying about the tea?" Amanah asked my mother and I cocked my head to the side."Since
"This is your place?" Malakhi asked as he looked around my small apartment. "It's tiny," he said and I threw a toss pillow at him."Not all of us are friends with royalty," I said and Malakhi laughed. "Now help me pack," I said as I stood on my toes trying to reach for my bag, but of course with the help of Malakhi, I was handed my bag with ease."Do you promise to show me around once we're done?" He asked with a puppy dog look and I rolled my eyes pushing him away from me."Only if you help me, which you are not doing," I said as I took out my clothes from the closet and he chuckled as he helped me pack up some stuff.Malakhi was a pretty funny person or wolf should I say. After he found me crying outside, which was very dramatic of me, he took me to the Pack House, where Nyleve was currently living. She was kind enough to give me her hoodie and pants.While we sat together, basically they made me feel better after the whole happening with Miall and his girlfriend, whose name I now k
“Hi Malakhi,” he waved before turning his head back at me. “Amanah, you’ve been gone for a whole week! Without texting me, calling or emailing me! Do you have any idea how worried I was?”“It can’t be a week, I’m pretty sure I saw you just yesterday when you let me knock off early,” I said and Frank looked surprised. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked as I put my hand on his forehead.“I’m too sober for this,” he said, raising his hands as he walked towards the bar. “She’s been gone a week and then asks if I’m okay,” he muttered. Malakhi tapped on my shoulder and I turned to look at him.“Time works differently on Nioz, you have been gone for an entire week Ama,” he said softly and I was shocked.“Frank,” I tried as I walked closer to the bar. “Do you need me to work for the rest of the night?” I asked, leaning against the counter.“No, it’s alright. I was about to close up anyway,” he said and I smiled, cocking my head.“Are you angry at me?” I asked softly and he pouted looking awa
“Why do you smell like another man?”“Is that what you seriously came here for ?” I asked him as I picked up the pillow and climbed onto the bed.“No, I came to see you but I can smell him,” he said and his teeth slowly inched out.“Are you trying to scare me into answering you?” I asked him crossing my arms over my chest. “And I bathed, how much of a wolf can you be?” I asked.“I’m sorry, but I am not a wolf, I told you I am a Lycan, nothing like that weak excuse of a beast,” he said grumbling and I laughed. Orion was funny, in the time I spent with him on the first day, he wouldn’t stop going on and on about how powerful he is and how I should feel lucky that he chose me.“So you admit they are beasts?” I asked giggling and he looked down at me with a shrug.“Have you seen how ugly they are? That’s why I refuse to ever take on that form,” he said arrogantly yet proudly.“I think they’re cute, probably nice to hug,” I said, shrugging.“I refuse to take on that form because I don’t li