Oscar. I knew there was something weird about the cafe the instant we stepped in, but I didn't want to spook Karen. She felt at home in the place, and the workers seemed kind to her. When we finished our meal, I asked Karen to wait for me in the car, so I could see the owner. The supernatural aura of the cafe baffled me. The manager was quite hostile towards me, which indicated she knew what I was. I could deduce this simply because no human in her right mind would be hostile towards me. I was the richest man in the country. I owned all the big businesses in the city. That city owed its survival and its commerce to my pack, and I was single. Every human woman, except for Karen, threw themselves at me. But this particular lady was very hostile. When I got to the owner's office, I realised why. They were witches. Although the covens were eradicated by the Hunters, there were survivors, and all of them either skipped town or went into hiding. I had just walked into one of their hiding
Karen. Oscar seemed a bit off when he returned to the car. I was hoping he would share what was bothering him without asking, but as things were, I knew it was best I kept my curiosity to myself. He had that 'do not disturb' look on his face. "I was hoping to spend the evening at the park," he finally spoke, and I smiled. Maybe there wasn't any trouble. I might have just been reading meanings to his facial expression. Besides, I couldn't know how he felt. The park was empty when we got there. It was as if the people had got wind of our arrival and cleared out. It was a private park; therefore, I suspected Oscar might have booked ahead. I wonder why he would go through this much trouble for his plaything. I kept my remarks to myself, hoping not to spoil the mood. He was a big shot. Maybe he didn't want to be disturbed. "Have you ever spent time in a private park before?" he asked me as he took off his suit and dumped it in the backseat of the car. He did the same with his tie and un
Oscar. Walking in the park with Karen was amazing. She was a fun person to be around. It was amazing to see how carefree she was. Judging by her situation and her status, she still managed to look on the bright side. If only she knew the magnitude of the mess she was in, maybe she wouldn't be so carefree. We returned to my house after our long walk, and I felt a bit tired. It wasn't the walk that stressed me out. What stressed me out was the information I had gotten from Karen's aunt. To think that John Hunter was looking for his daughter was a huge deal. My uncle was already clear that he wouldn't allow me to bring the pack into this, and I had promised McCain that I would kill Karen if she realised his fears. I had also told Karen that I would only protect her for the duration of our contract. The way things were, Karen was certainly going to die. My decisions and actions were only postponing the day. I decided to take Karen to the club the next day after work. She looked amaz
Oscar. I had a very disappointing night with Stephanie. I knew it wasn't her fault, but I wasn't happy. I just asked her to leave. She seemed to have had a good time because she left me her number and a kiss on a note. I doubted if I would be using it. Karen tucking Joey's number away in her purse baffled me. I barged into her room the moment Stephanie left and woke her up. "Where is it?" I asked her, but there was still sleep in her eyes. "Good morning Oscar," she finally managed. I waited for her to wake up fully. "Has your guest left?" She asked with concern, and I was shocked that none of what I did bother her. The girl had thick skin. "Where is the business card you got last night?" I asked her again. "It is in my purse," she replied. "Let me have it," I ordered and to my surprise, she shook her head. "Let me have it, Karen or our deal is off," I warned. " I guess I should start packing to leave then," she said, and I was dumbfounded. "Give me the number." I
Karen. Walking away from Oscar was the best option. I had overheard him warning someone to reject me when I called. I knew he was talking about Joey. I had to find another way to survive. Thank God I had kept my old apartment. I returned there that morning and got a locksmith to open the door for me. I had lost the key in the apartment Oscar had given me. Everything was still how I had left it. I sat on the ground and looked around me. I remembered I had kept some money under the floorboards. I checked and found the wad of cash there. Instead of sulking, I decided I would go out job hunting again. What I had hidden away could only last me three months in that place. I needed money to survive and take fighting classes. I needed to train myself to fight so I could survive. I intended to call Joey for a job, but I decided to wait a while before I did so. Just so I don't piss Oscar off. I bet he had already offered the blonde a mistress position. I wished them both the best. I felt
Oscar. It had been two weeks since Karen left. I had thought she would come running back to me, but that didn't happen. Karen had disappeared. I checked her old apartment, and her landlord said she moved out on the same day she left my house. Could she have skipped town? If she had been caught by the vampires or witches, I would have heard. Where could she have gone? Maybe she had called Joey and gone to him. Just thinking of it made me mad. I hoped he wasn't hiding her in one of his father's guesthouses and having his way with her. If I found out that was what happened, I knew I would kill him. I was a fool to allow her to leave. Why couldn't I say that I was sorry? Why did I let my need for physical pleasure cloud my judgement that night at the club? Stephanie had come by to see me a couple of times since Karen left, and I just couldn't get my mind off Karen. I had no peace. I was stupid enough to offer Stephanie the mistress deal, and she took it in a heartbeat, but I hadn't
*warning mature content* Karen, Going back to Oscar's house felt strange. I didn't know what to expect. He was easily jealous and possessive, and I did not know what I would do to piss him off again. The staff were surprised to see me return that night, but instead of letting me go to the room allocated to me on the worker's floor, he allocated a room to me on the same floor his room was on. It surprised the workers because other than him, no one lived on that floor. There were just three rooms there. The master bedroom, which was his, his home office, and the extra room that I would be occupying henceforth. Oscar looked a mess when he showed up at the shelter, and I didn't bother to ask him why he had bloody knuckles. I felt he would tell me if it were my business, but since it had nothing to do with me, he made no reference to it, and I did not bother to ask. I wondered what would happen next. Was I Oscar's assistant? His mistress? His friend? I did not know, and I knew there wa
Oscar. Being with Karen felt amazingly great. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It took a lot of strength not to claim her. After going crazy when I couldn't find her, I intended never to let her out of my sight. I knew she would need some privacy. That was why I had given her a room next to mine. I was sure she had no clue the room was rigged with cameras. I intended to keep an eye on her.Karen responded to my touch perfectly. I almost began to think she could feel the mate bond, but I knew it was impossible. Her pussy was right for me. It fitted and responded just the way I liked it. I knew I had gotten myself into a rabbit hole because I knew I couldn't get enough of her. As she slept next to me, all I could do was admire her features and take in her scent. I touched her nipples a bit, and they hardened. I heard her moan my name in her sleep, and I was hard again. I wanted more of her. I wanted to understand why she had a hold on me and if taking enough could ease the a