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“You look like you have had better days.” Edward stepped into my office, closing the door behind him. I had a scroll in my hand which I read through before he interrupted. “I have, but that’s no business of yours.” I shot at him with a stern voice as I folded the scroll back. I already readied myself to attack. He knew that, too. He paused and gave me a concerned look. “You know you don’t have to be on the defence every time you see me, right? We work together as partners just like it was in the beginning.” Yes, I didn’t have to be hostile towards him, especially when he’d done nothing wrong, but that was the only way to keep my fences up. He was still the man that affected me in ways I couldn’t explain in the past and he still had that ability. My wolf still shivered in his presence, and I could not ignore the way my body heated whenever he stood too close or stared at me for too long. The best way to keep him out was to welcome no form of casual friendship. If I could maintain
I have never felt as agitated on a full moon as I was today. There was so much to consider and throughout the day, I wondered if accepting Edward’s offer to shift together was the right decision. When I returned to the parlour, I did not resume my role as the motivator for the biggest spender. A part of me felt happy that it was no longer my sole responsibility. My girls did it now and made it even better than I ever did, and it made my heart swell with pride. However, once in a while, I took the stage and danced on the pole. The night we would tag a treat to the visitors and on those days, the sensual hall would receive a massive turnout. It made me feel powerful and in control, even though it was only for a while. I’ve been up there twice and the second time I climbed the stage, which was yesterday, I saw the prince in the hall, watching me like the rest of the men seated. There was nothing he hadn’t seen before, yet he stared at me with awe. He didn’t look completely lost like th
He followed behind me, saying no word, but I could feel his heated gaze on my every move. We stepped into the open space to see the full moon almost setting. The night was peaceful and its mild weather comforting. The calm wind of the night blew over my face, swaying my hair from side to side and making me giggle. It was perfect and I hope it’ll continue thus. “We would shift any moment from now,” I announced, my voice coming out eagerly. He nodded. “Yes, you will, but I don’t have to shift if I don’t want to.” His answer left me in a puzzled state. “Is that because you are the prince, then?” He shook his head. “No, every werewolf shifts when, where, and how they want to unless they have taken human life.” “I have always shifted on the full moon,” I revealed, a little confused at where he was going with his words. “You shifted because you wanted to, not because you had to.” I never thought about it that way. Honestly, I never thought I had the choice of not shifting, but hearin
“That’s not my fault,” he argued, stepping into his office. The musicians were nowhere to be found, even though I had handed him a list of those whose services would be needed at the parlour over four hours ago. “Neither is it mine.” I groaned, “you’re here today. The least you can do is to be a part of the parlour you own!” I slammed. “yet, here you are, failing at the simplest of tasks!” “Do not speak to me in that tone, lady!” I gave him a stern look and crossed my arms over my chest. “Or else what?” “Or else I’m going to bend that tempting ass of yours over my desk and spank it hard, just like you deserve.” Shivers ran down my spine and my core clenched on seeing the picture he just painted. A small gasp escaped my mouth and my nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric I had on, displaying the effect his words had on me. Being physical and intimate with each other wasn’t a determining factor in our partnership, but in the last few weeks, I’ve found myself in difficult situ
Ever since the last time I reprimanded Cynthia for carelessly leaving her mask, I felt the need to watch her whenever she came in for her shift. Deep in my guts, I knew she would do something stupid that would put not just her life in jeopardy, but everyone else’s. The only one who knew about my fallout with her the last time was the prince. I kept it away from Jane because she already had a lot on her plate at the parlour. I had also seen her flirt with prince Edward a few times since then. It didn’t bother me—maybe it did a little, but I paid no mind to it. She wasn’t a child, and I had no authority over him because he wasn’t mine, despite our sneaky escapades. The prince always remained formal with her and he either was oblivious to her tactics or didn’t desire her at all. Cynthia struck me as the type that would rather stand on the shoulders of others to get what she wanted instead of working for it. I noticed she would tag around those she suspected were rich with gold and silve
“Stay!” Edward whined for the fiftieth time since I told him I had to leave. After much persistence, I came home with him after work and we had spent the night together wrapped in sheets and each other’s arms.Our meeting points haven’t been to the parlour alone. That would stir up talks and looks from the workers there. So he gave me his address: The royal home. The estate was built in Lurds and meant for the royals in the kingdoms whenever they came visiting. Since Edward frequently visited Lurds, he had made the house his abode. It was massive and elegant and in his words, I could scream my lungs out and no one would hear.This place felt like my third home, my first being my house, the second being his arms, even though I’d deny it if confronted.I’ve stayed wrapped up in his arms for a while and it felt too good, but I didn’t want to get used to it and so I detached myself from him to bathe and get going. Edward, like always, had a problem with that. He stayed in bed quietly unt
I left the estate without answering his question and it haunted me all day and even when we saw each other at the parlour a day after, I couldn’t hold his gaze. A part of me wished I knew what we were because, from what I knew, we were partners who couldn’t maintain a formal relationship. I blamed it on our attraction to each other, which had gotten beyond our control. It first started carnally, but it was turning into more. I wanted more and I could see in his eyes that he did too and so I understand why being placed in the same box as everyone else would hurt him. He had ignored me in the parlour since I came in and there was a time when that would have done nothing to me, but not anymore. I wanted to talk to him, but I didn’t know what to say and also didn’t know if he’d want to hear it. I stood at the corner and as I saw him enter his office; I followed. I slipped into the room and closed the door. He was reading through the scroll in his hand, but he looked at me when he heard
“Are you Prince Edward’s mate?” Rue asked as she passed me the pepper sauce for the roasted beef I stopped to buy on my way home. I collected the bottle from her hand, but I made no move to add it to the beef before me. “What makes you say that?” She shrugged. “He has visited a few times in the last three months, and I saw him at the parlour when I came to visit.” My eyes dropped to the beef, and I sprayed the pepper on it, avoiding her gaze. “The prince is my partner at the parlour. We work together just like you do with Alex and Liam at the library.” “You don’t stare at them the way you do him.” “How do I stare at him?” My brow raised. Perhaps I was giving out clues I shouldn’t and now she had picked them up. “Like you admire him and want him to kiss you,” she answered, showing no hesitation. Well, that is no longer a secret then. Trust Rue to put it all together. “I admire him. He’s smart and noble despite being the prince of the kingdom, but I do not want him that way.” I l