Paul - Wolves Inc Office Building
After paperwork, meetings, and lunch with the staff, I return to my office for more paperwork. It's the price I have to pay for my fortune. There are many different types of wealthy guys out there.
Those born into wealthy families are some of the most fortunate. Then some businessmen are ruthless and believe that taking advantage of others is the only way to succeed. The lack of this trait makes me struggle to maintain the position I have today. If I stop working, everything can collapse.
Massaging my temples, I realize how tired I am. I couldn't sleep at all. Instead, all I did last night was stare at the ceiling.
In the cafeteria, I strained to focus my sight on the individuals I was conversing with rather than seeking La
Laura - Her apartmentI dash inside my apartment and into my room. Not having too much time to change and get ready for tonight keeps me on edge. My dresser isn’t as packed as the one in my room at Paul’s villa, but it should suffice.“What are you up to?”I turn around to see Alisa on the threshold, with her hands on her hips.Scouring through the clothes, I answer, “I’m in a hurry. It took me a while to sneak out of the office building and ditch my bodyguard. I have a date tonight with Bogdan Badea, the guy who tried to kill Paul and–”“Is he hot?”I roll my eyes and toss a shirt into the air, looking for something more
Laura - Mama’s RestaurantBogdan is speaking, but it's simply background noise to me. I can't focus on our chat or his thoughts anymore. Instead, I fix my focus on Paul, who begins flirting with that woman. Is he acting like this on purpose?Paul's hand grabs hers and gently kisses her fingers. She grins at him, leaning in and exposing her large breasts. It doesn't bother me since mine are perkier and bigger. But, to be honest, I do mind. To persuade myself, I keep telling myself that it does not.I resist the impulse to interfere and put myself between them. Or maybe I don't have to since Paul isn't staring at her anymore. No, his sight is drawn to mine and lingers. As if we were the only two people left on earth, I lose track of where we are and what I'm doing.B
Paul - Old City CenterThudding shoes plod away, followed by the clickity-clacks of women's heels. The muted sounds of people walking by are unimportant to us. We're merely two more specks in the general populous.No one pays much attention to couples making out at night on the streets of the old city center. As they seek fun and a nice place to eat and drink, the amassed people strolling around us are swept away by their own dazzling nights. Most probably, those who notice us think how sweet the lovebirds are. This is a normal night in the old city center.This alley is a little darker than the others. I pin Laura in the shadows against an ill-lit wall. I have no idea what I'm doing. I never intended for this night to get to this. But stopping now seems to be, to put it mildly, impossible.
Laura - Paul’s villaMy heart is in pain. I should be proud of how human I am, but instead, I feel foolish. What did I expect? To be able to tryst with him without any strings attached? That's not how it works.I can't help but think about him as I pace across my room. His mood swings irritate me. He follows me to the cemetery and says all those beautiful things. Then he pushes me away, booting me with three words I don't understand yet. "Not like this."Then he comes after me on my date with Bogdan. His heart beats faster every time he’s near me. When he kissed me, it wasn’t an act. That kind of passion and desire, no one can fake. As I remember everything, my strides increase and my nervousness reaches new peaks.The last several days have been filled
Laura - Wolves Inc Office Building, 3 weeks later“How long will Paul keep avoiding me?” I ask as Dan stops the car in the underground parking lot.“What do you mean? You see Paul every day.”Dan stuffs a golden lock behind his ear and turns to me once the engine is off. I can see why Alisa can’t take her mind off of him.“We may work in the same building and live in the same house, but he’s avoiding me. I mail his schedule and send him messages on the phone or through Irina. At the villa, he’s either away or always locked inside his room.”“He used to do that when he was a teenager after his parents left. He’ll come around.”
Laura - Bucharest’s suburbsPaul already had a letter of resignation on his desk awaiting my signature. But all the other paperwork had to be made as well. He preferred to keep me in his office and go back and forth between me and HR for all the formalities.I took it all in and kept silent all day, even in the car as he drove me to the city’s outskirts. Nice suburbs stretch at the borders of Bucharest, with fancy houses mixed with old ones in a combination of colors and styles.For a second, I want to be able to read his mind as easily as I do with humans. Upon realizing my wishes are pointless, I force myself to focus on the details of my surroundings.Paul stops his car in front of a one-story home with brown roof tiles. My childhood house was razed many y
Laura - The house in the suburbs“Why are you making things even harder?”His question hangs in the cool breeze of the spring night. The implications ensue even more questions in the silence that follows. Is it hard for him to go? Or is it difficult to accept being touched by a strigoi? Though his warm hands are still pressed over mine, his thumb gently rubbing my wrist.He sighs again and turns around. The moonlight highlights his chiseled jawline and the fullness of his lips. He glances at me, and his eyes are filled with both agony and desire. Perhaps this is only a figment of my imagination. It is simply impossible for me to tell if this is real or just my wishful thinking.“This house is in the pack’s territory. Many other wolves live nearby. You don’t have to worry.”This is just great! I stare at him. This isn’t what I expected him to say. Now he thinks I’m afraid and I hate playing the damsel in distress. I’m not like that, not anymore. The time when I was afraid and scared of
Laura - The house in the suburbsWhen my grandfather died, I was too young to remember him. Everybody says he was tall and handsome. The women in the village swooned at the sight of him. People said he had a girlfriend back in his birth hamlet, but they were both poor.He married my grandmother even though she was already pregnant at the time with my father’s older brother. She had cows, land, and almost everything you can think of for those times, except for a noble title.After his death, people reported sightings of him strolling through the main street out of the village. The more courageous ones tried to approach him, but he wouldn’t look any other way than straight ahead. It was as if he was sleepwalking.They followed him into the next village, his birthplace. Every night he went to the same house, a modest cottage among fields. He cut wood, built a fire in the hearth, kissed the sleeping woman and child in the bedroom, and then returned to the cemetery to slide back into his t