The reception was fun. Everyone was congratulating us and my facial muscles were so tired from too much smiling. Jeff was just nodding at everyone.
I didn't expect the reception to be like this. The garden in Jeff's mansion looked so different from the garden I fixed. There were white curtains everywhere. There were also sunflowers in every table. It's wonderful.I looked at Jeff who was already glaring at me because I am holding a wine glass. I frowned at him, "It's our wedding reception. And besides, it's only one glass and I'm even with you."He leaned to my ear. "The last time you were drunk with two glasses." He reminded me with conviction like he's scolding me.I rolled my eyes and drank the whole glass. "Nothing willhappen tonight," I assured him. He smirked. "Oh, I wish there will be," he retorted before drinking all the wine. I glared at him and he just shrugged. He looked at the guests and started smiling and nodding at them.We had a fewJeff eyes are on mine while he reached for the shower knob. I was still dizzy and unstable. But I didn't know if it was the alcohol that's taking over or just him.I stood naked in front of him but instead of feeling awkward, I feel excited. He's topless in front of me, showing his majestic, perfectly-sculptured muscles, it's not the first time that I'm seeing him like this but the mere fact that he's only inches from me while naked ignited a fire in my system.I swallowed hard when my eyes trailed down on the huge bulge on his bovers. It's already making me curious as to how huge it would be when it's freed.I stopped. saint. What am I thinking?I mentally shook my head while scolding myself before looking back into Jeff's eyes. He's staring at me intently like I am the only thing worth looking at. His gaze is so intense that I can feel my knees giving up on me anytime soon."Are you okay?" he asked in a hoarse whisper before turning the shower on
Dior was smirking at me when Jeff and I came back to the packhouse. Apparently, we won't be having a honeymoon because Jeff is busy with his company and with some matters involving his pack. It's okay with me. It's not like I want us to be alone on a vacation. Thinking about what could happen sends shivers to my spine."How was your wedding night?" she asked me while munching on an apple.I sighed and sat beside her on the couch. "It was okay, Ireplied nonchalantly as I stretched my hand on my lap.I heard her sighing before folding her left knee to face me. "What do you mean it was okay?" she asked eagerly. "Did he…" she wriggled her brows at me.I pursed my lips and sighed deeply. "No," Hied. "So please, let's just go around the property today. Are you busy? "I wanted to change the topic because there is no way I am going to open up about what happened for the past two days. I already know that a fish gets caught in the mouth and I am nowher
"Do you like it?" Jeff asked me as we watched the sunset from the lake. "We must go on more vacations in the future." I smiled and shrugged. "Will you waste a lot of money on a fake marriage with me?" I asked him, chuckling weakly. " I don't want to make you poor." I kidded and he laughed. "Make me poor?" he asked in disbelief. He held my hand and pulled me closer to him. "Do you think several simple vacations would make me broke?" His eyes were on me, reflecting the light from the setting sun. I shrugged. "Did you think I would be worth all the money you're spending?" "Why won't you be?" he asked me back. "You're my wife.""But not your real mate," I countered. "I am only here for you for six months. You should go on and hurry up in finding your rightful mate before our contract expires." I wanted to be very honest with him because sometimes, I feel like he's doing too much for me. Even though my heart is beginning to long for him. Morgan, Adrian I have met b
**Andrea's POV** I have not had a lot of wild imagination as an adult because my life turned out to be a mess when everything seemed to be perfect. Everyone thinks my nonchalance attitude caused me terrible problems. I am that one person that usually doesn't get serious with things. I wasn't like this before but something happened, it caused me great pain and changed me. When I was much younger I met him. I was just 23, having gained admission into Oregon State University. The school is known for its acceptance of very smart and purposeful students. It wasn't just a privilege I got to be admitted into the school, I earned it! but what I cherished when I earned it soon left a sour taste in my jaws. He is rich and handsome. Surely a dream man of every lady. I was naive. I imagined us raising kids together and the girl will look so much like him and she will love him more than me and whenever she gets me upset. I will just tell her to go and me
**Andrea's POV** I was going to ignore his attention. He didn't seem to want to take his eyes off me, "Did you have a connection with Morgan Freeman?" The charming man asked. I kept mute. I didn't want to even say anything more when I had him mention his name. He meant everything evil to m now." I mean do you have a family tie with him?" He continued with his annoying questions. I looked at his sight once more and I remembered him. "Oliver?" I called out his name. "What happened? What are you doing here?" He asked raising his eyebrow. I felt he was surprised to see me. "I should be asking you what you are doing here either. I work here now." "You work here now? In a new city? At the bar? how did you get here? I have been asking my friend and business partner Morgan your way about but he told me you had gone back to school, he had to make his stepsister is a graduate. So how is school?"
**Third-person POV** Andrea strides towards Adrian, her feet so sure that even the most involved of dancers flee her path in the bar room. Her blond long hair flowed behind her, framing her pale skin. Blue eyes pierce him, but instead of holding him in place, her freezing eyes compel him to move forward. Though she is human, she moved with the grace of those more in touch with nature. Adrian moves forward to meet her, moving through his pack members as if they weren't there. He grasps her hand and told her his name. Andrea, returned the favor, pulling him close. They exchanged breath, grinding closer and closer together, lust and something like fate surging through them. Adrian had never felt like this for anyone before. He wanted to strip this woman bare, devour her and be devoured, own her and be owned. This woman could be everything, mate, lover, a friend and all he knew was her name. It was enough. Adrian maneuvered t
Adrian drove all the way home with both hands on his car steering and his face upright and forward that he didn't get a glimpse of the fallen tree or the disturbing feeling of the jagged path of the galloping highway. On a very good day, Adrian would swerve his steering to avoid the bumps because he loves to have a smooth ride when he is returning home from the bar but this time he lacks the enthusiasm to do such. The stricken aspect is how he didn't frown at the disturbing bumps because his mind was on the lady had almost marked. He knew he wasn't himself while they were together. His wolf told him he found his mate but she seems to not feel a connection with Andrea as he wanted. The streets were quiet and seem like it is dead. The sounds he can hear are the leaves rustling in the breeze and the pitter-patter sounds of raindrops falling on the ground. Together, they compose a brilliant song of nature. No din from the high-school students, no irritating noise
He gestured for Murray to join him on the couch. Murray sat down close enough to touch. "Since when do you act like that? Panting after some human?" Adrian grabbed his hand, clutched it tight enough to hurt. But he didn't say anything," Andrea is not some human! Watch your words!" Adrian had no right to speak to him, to speak about Andrea, like that. But he had a point. One Adrian could not acknowledge. He loosened his grip but kept hold of his hand. "Is that why you came here, Murray?" Murray looked at him, leaning in slightly. Adrain stared into his bright green eyes and couldn't help but wish it had been Murray that had brought up those feelings in him. They had tried to make ago of it years before, and it had been fun, but there was none of that wildness that he had felt from the moment he laid eyes on Andrea. Andrea what? He didn't even know her last name and already he wanted to make room for her in his life. That was crazy.