ThorIt was a routine to have either breakfast or dinner at least once a week at Jaques's house. In addition to being my mentor and business partner, Jaques treated me like a son.He was a great help to me and, at sixty, one of the few people in the hacking world that I could truly call a guru. I couldn't do much without his help, despite the fact he would constantly complain that I had a young mind and that most of his ideas were out of date.I killed my engine in front of his house, the small cottage with a view of the lake, and stepped outside to take in the fresh air and the scent of garlic, bay leaf, and spices.Though I liked my sister's cooking better, his wife Abigail was an excellent chef. But eating a variety of food was also nice once in a while. Regretfully, Jaques and Abigail lost their daughter Emily during the birth of their twin 9-year-old grandsons.I followed the smell to the kitchen, where Abigail was making lunch, and gave me a big hug. Although I was a great judge
I groaned, "I doubt that," as I grabbed my laptop bag and exited the vehicle. We moved in the direction of the club's entrance, where two bouncers were stationed with metal detectors on their bodies. They let us in, but not before seizing my gun.There was a lot of noise and dim lighting in the club; I could hear people talking and glasses clinking. Smoke, alcohol, and perfume filled the air.This was the hideout for poker, where men would come to gamble on most nights. They could be heavily pierced and tattooed, scarred assassins, or spoilt brats looking for excitement.We headed to the bar where a waitress dressed in fishnets, attended to us. Jaques whistled. He'd been married to Abby for over three decades, and I hadn't bothered to ask if they were fated. In my case, I might have gotten a brief release by sticking my thing inside the waitress, but I had already found my mate and had no intention of betraying her, even though it did not look like we would be getting intimate for a l
Adora I woke up with a start, feeling Thor's presence outside my window, and an explosive current raced through me. Somehow, I was getting used to his nightly visits and wondered if he ever slept at all.Considering that the rogues were mostly nocturnal and stole at night, it explained why Thor had the strength to start sneaking up on me.Instead of getting pissed off before falling asleep, I had changed into a very old white lace chemise that I found in my mom's room some months ago. Ever since I turned eighteen, Morgana and I had been very aware of womanhood and what was expected of us.We experimented a lot and would try on different lingerie and giggle about the idea of pleasing our men. Without thinking, I picked out a white lace chemise and I felt very sexy with my body. The front hook bra made my bust flattering, and I paired my look with a matching G-string.Before I fell asleep, I photographed Thor's actions in my head and was worried that I was thinking about him lately, es
Adora I woke up exhausted and drained of pretending that everything was fine. I missed when I was just a normal girl with a normal life. This secret was tearing me apart and was about to make me an outcast in the pack.Thor was the most dangerous and irresistible creature I had ever met. His frequent visits were beginning to affect me and were making me feel things that I had never felt before, things that scared me and thrilled me at the same time. I hated myself for betraying myself, my family, my pack. I was acting like a weak horny fool who was incapable of resisting him. I hated myself for wanting him, for needing him. Turning on the faucet, I splashed some cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. A pale face stared back at me. A face who had lost herself in a forbidden love match. Sighing, I started brushing my teeth and letting the memory of the last time Thor came to my window infiltrate my senses. It was just last night, but it felt like a lifetime ag
AdoraOn my way to the lecture Hall, I could feel Damien's eyes on me, burning through my skin. I didn't want to look at him, but I couldn't help it. I glanced up and saw him standing near the entrance, his hair falling over his forehead, his green eyes piercing me with longing and pain. I quickly looked away, feeling a surge of emotions; hating him for choosing her over me, hating myself for still wanting him, hating Thor and his fucking sexual energy. I knew it was best to not raise my hopes and avoid him as much as possible. But it was hard, so hard, to resist him. So I made my way to an empty seat near the back, deliberately choosing a spot far from Damien. The lecture ended and I gathered my things, eager to leave. I needed to grab a book from the faculty library for my assignment. I hoped I wouldn't run into him again. But fate had other plans. As I walked towards the library, I saw him browsing the same section I was heading to. He was holding a book in his hand, reading
DamienI hated visiting my mother's office. In addition to owning several designer stores and event centers, she also owned an oil well and a transportation company. In case something happened to her, she wanted me to know everything there was to know about them. I followed her into the boardroom where a dozen of her employees were waiting for us. Other than a few photos of my mother holding various honors and certificates, the walls were blank. She looked like a fierce businesswoman, wearing a red suit and matching pants, with her hair pulled back into a stylish bun and sparkling jewelry.It was an extremely dull meeting. My mother talked endlessly about company policies, objectives, tactics, and other things that I did not know or care about. I tinkled with the fountain pen on the table, poured water into my glass from a pitcher, and tried not to yawn. I fell asleep to the soft hum of the air conditioning.I missed something someone said, but the others leaned in to nod and whisp
DamienSitting on the edge of my bed, my fingers drummed anxiously. I wondered if I could have an arrangement like Clinton's. Adora could be my mistress and then I would marry Shirley. I programmed everything in my head, but I felt doubtful and incredulous. Adora didn't look like someone willing to settle as a mistress. She deserved more than that. I heard the hoot of a horn and thought my mom was back, but it was Shirley. I halved the distance to her, and she walked in with an adorable pout."You look beautiful.”An apricot-colored blush crept from her neck to her brow, and hands locked against my spine."Thanks, baby. I called you earlier, but you didn't take or return my calls.""Oh, I'm sorry. I was with my mom.""The board meeting," she gave me a knowing wink, and I groaned.Her hands locked against my spine. I felt uncomfortable but didn't pull away."I promise to spend more time with you," I said, whispering into her hair, and her soft curves molded into the contours of my bo
AdoraThor's presence made my chest rise and fall rapidly, barely drawing in enough air and making my heartbeat thud in my ears. I felt a chilly fear, and my eyes darted around to be sure that neither Morgana nor Damien were following my movements. I didn't know Damien too well, but Morgana was highly discerning, and years of being friends with her exposed all my body language to her.She always knew when I needed help; unfortunately, this case was beyond me. While moving, I pressed one hand against my chest and spread my fingers wide, as if to physically slow my racing heart. Surely, if I were as old as my grandma, I would have suffered a heart attack from all that has happened to me.Thor could tell that I didn't want to come directly to him. Feeling an overwhelming sensation, a shudder shook through my body like an electric current. My throat wasn't even cooperating at this point because it was choked with all the worst-case scenarios.The possibilities of this ending very badly w