He strode around towards the driver’s seat and climbed inside his car. He threw his mate one quick glance before he started the engine and drove away from the pub. She was leaning on the window. Her feet extended fully on the car’s floor. Her eyes were closed, but it didn’t seem that she was sleeping. She moves every now and then. His car's interior was filled with the scent of her, which was mingled with alcohol. It occurred to him that he should return home, but he quickly realized that Stacey would only exacerbate the situation if she saw Rachel. Eventually, Dylan decided to take her to her small apartment, where she had been staying. He wonders if how Rachel was taking in everything that she had seen in that alleyway. She called him a beast earlier in the pub. Had he been wrong about thinking that she accepted him? That she wasn’t scared of him? What if she rejects him? A twist of pain run through his body at the mere thought of it. “Hmm,” Dylan's attention was drawn to Rachel
However, Rachel got her stubbornness mingled with the residue of intoxication that was still coursing through her veins and only scoff at him.“No, Mr. Wolfman. I can go home all by myself. I can take a cab, and...” She was about to reach for something on her side when she realized it was empty, mumbling to herself as she scratched the back of her head.“Oh, Lorelei has my purse.” “Now, get in the car, Rachie. We are on a desolated road. No taxis are going this way.” Dylan only huffed out his amusement upon seeing the disappointment on her face, knowing that she had lost their meager argument. “Fine.” She rolled her eyes on him and stomped her way back inside the car, slamming the door close with a loud bang. Dylan only shakes his head in disbelief, a laugh that earns its way out from him as he sprints towards the driver’s seat. He’s actually worried about what his house would be like once he put her and Stacey in one room. Helen would probably be laughing her butts off watching h
Dylan couldn’t believe that most of her things here didn’t work. How can she live in a place like this? Ruffling his hair, he fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed some numbers on it, punching the call button. “Hello, Mr. Reed, how can I help you at this time of night?” A woman’s voice came through the other line after his call rang for a few seconds. “Grace, find me a new refrigerator, fill it with supplies, run through the groceries, take everything that a kitchen needs. Then find me a collapsible bathtub and room heater. I'll send you the address on where it is going to be delivered.” He said without wasting any moments to pass, all the while rubbing his forehead and pacing back and forth at the center of the room. “When would you like me to get it ready?” Dylan paused for a moment and looked down on his watch, seeing that it had already struck midnight. Hoping that there will be more time before Rachel will rouse and go sober. “Now. I want it delivered before three
Satisfied with his work on her hair, Dylan shifted her into a more comfortable position, leaning down and placing a gentle peck on the forehead before he left her room and went to inspect the progress on the outside. He looked down on his wristwatch, seeing that it was almost dawn and the rest of the crew were making the final touches for all the things he had purchased. He wanted to see Rachel’s reaction when she woke up, yet he could not. There were still things he needed to do in his office. He knew Grace couldn’t handle all the workload meant for him to settle. As much as the woman admired him and could not say no to all of his requests, he is not heartless enough to put the poor woman through such a stressful situation. One of the members of the crew comes out of the kitchen. With an adjustable wrench in his hand, placing it on his tool belt, which was fastened around his waist. ” “Mr. Reed, everything is done. You can come and see. He says as he approaches him. Dylan nodded
She stood there, fazed with everything. Rachel urges herself to move, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when she gets home after works, then everything is back to normal. Now that she comes to think about it, she realizes that she does, in fact, have a job to do, and that it is getting late. “Oh! damn!” She bolted out of the kitchen and dashed to her bathroom, stripping off her clothes and hurling them all over the place as she jumped into her shower. Gingerly stepping on the tub and turning the shower on, setting the heater into lukewarm. She was still eying the thing carefully, waiting for it to disappear from her vision. Suddenly, warm water gushed forth from the showerhead, blessing her with its pleasant temperature. She kept reminding herself that she would be late if she stayed in the shower any longer than was absolutely necessary, no matter how much she wanted to indulge herself in the shower. She didn’t even scrub off her skin that much since she already got washed last nig
Beast. She knew no one she called beast except for that wolfman. Completely appalled by it, her knees buckled under the weight of the situation, forcing her to grip the corner of the register's counter. exclaiming, “Oh, God!” Ice-cold beads of sweat dripped from the temples all of a sudden. Craig looked at her with curiosity, “You know him?” Rachel blinked out her fear, swallowing the large lump on her throat before answering him,“I think I know who took me home last night.” Then it came to her senses that he isn’t a human and is highly capable of taking one’s life in an instant. She roamed her eyes to her friend, checking if he was injured or something, “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?” “No, I’m fine. I should be the one asking you that.” Craig replied, assuring her that he was okay. Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath, and tried to relax, “I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me.” There was a Splitting silence blanketed between them. Craig's face became increasingly seriou
He had already caused her a great deal of distress and caused her to be in a state of internal turmoil. ‘God, I’m so tired. When will Lorelei come back from her break?’ She internally complained just at the same time her stomach coiled with hunger. Even though she was beaming as she served the customers, seeing the never-ending line made her cry internally as the conversation continued in the same vein. Rachel fought the scowl to emerge from her face as she punches in the orders coming from the last customer and readied the monitor for the new order. In her peripheral vision, a male customer patiently waiting for her to finish what she was doing with the cash register. She quickened her pace and put a smile on her face, she raised her head to greet the new customer, saying their tagged line, “Hello, welcome to Cloud-Nine Coffee shop, what is your order?” However, her eyes went wide when she saw the man that stood across her. She wasn’t expecti
Craig only laughs at her, patted her head using his ketchup-stained hands. Rachel gaped at him and smack his hands away from her, then both of them burst into a fit of laughter. After they finished their hotdog in a bun meal, they still got left a good fifteen minutes before their break time is over and they are now sitting on a long bench near, enjoying the cold weather. “Thanks for the treat, Craig. Soon enough it will be my turn to treat you and Lorelei.” Rachel said smiling and leaned further on the bench and lift her face in the air, letting the cold air touches her nose. “You know it’s nothing. I can treat you whenever I wanted.” Her friend replied, inserting his hands on the pocket of his woolen coat. He was also wearing his beanie hat, though the tip of his pink-tinged ear pokes. Craig let out a loud sigh, blowing a cloud of mist from his nose as he turns his gaze to her, his face twisting with interest, “Anyways, that man from last night. I don’t think he’s just an ordinar