Chapter Five

I have never seen a woman angrier than the lady who stood in front of me; her hazel eyes were burning brightly with indignation.

Her clenched fist had turned pale before she repeated the question, “Who the fuck is this, Matt?” She raised her voice, and for the first time since she stepped in here, her eyes left me and wandered to Matt’s cool face.

Matt took a swig of the wine in his cup and slowly put the cup down. He glanced at me, and when his gaze fell on the orange juice in my cup, he arched his eyebrow questioningly. “Aren’t you old enough to drink alcohol yet?”

“You should have thought about that before you decided to buy me,” I snapped.

“Buy her? Matt!” she slammed her hands against the table and the cutleries clattered in response.

“Hello Cecil,” he muttered in between mouthful.

If looks could kill, Matt would have been on his way to meet his maker, because she shot him the deadliest look she could muster.

Cecil laughed dryly, shaking her head in frustration. I would be frustrated too if I were in her position. With how furious she was, I figured that they were either dating or married, whichever one it was, no lady would like to see another woman in her man’s house. And to make matters worse, Matt couldn’t be bothered by her outburst or her concern. He just sat in his seat, unruffled, and quietly having his lunch.

“Why was your number unreachable almost all morning, including last night?” she sounded like a wounded lioness, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.

“I wouldn’t know, Cecil, that would be a question for the network providers, don’t you think?” his reply was cold and threatening.

“Don’t talk to me like that Matt,” the force in her voice was gone, her expression relaxed. She probably realized that she was getting nowhere by yelling. She glanced at me, “Leave! I need to talk to my fiancé.”

I hesitated, not that I was interested in listening to their sad story, but I really was hungry. I needed to get food into my system before I pass out. Her glance turned to a threatening glare. I roll my eyes and stand to my feet.

“Seat down and eat your dinner,” he said without looking up from his plate. My gaze flickered from Matt to Cecil and down to my plate, I shrugged and sat down. If the situation was different I certainly would not have obeyed Matt, but a girl had to eat. I plopped down on my chair and returned to my chair.

Cecil stood, wordlessly, watching Matt, her expression flickering from sad to hopeless. I felt bad for her. She was too pretty to be treated poorly by this grumpy man. I eyed Matt through the corner of my eyes, he looked perfectly calm and unruffled.

Just then Rosa walked in with the pie on a tray. The delightful aroma filled the air, reducing the tension that cloaked the atmosphere earlier. She looked at Cecil and her smile faltered. She could sense that something had happened.

“Would you like for me to set a plate for you Miss Cecil?” she asked placing the pie on the table.

Cecil shook her head, when she looked away from matt her eyes were glittering from unshed tears.

“I will be waiting for you in your study,” she muttered as she walked away. The sound of her heels slapping across the marble tile echoed, until it disappeared up the stairs.

“Are you always so mean or is it the way you treat just the women?” I asked when I heard a door slam above us.

He looked at me, amused. “Mi Alma, I would never be mean to you.”

I roll my eyes at him. I was tempted to ask him the meaning of Mi Alma, Spanish was not my strong point back in high school, but decided against it.

“Then let me go!”

“I can’t do that,” he replied curtly.

“But you sure can be an asshole to your girlfriend.” The frown starting to form on his face pleased me.

“She is not my girlfriend!” he snapped.

“Oh yeah, sorry, your fiancée,” I stared back in the eyes stubbornly. I saw his blue calm eyes flicker to golden and then back to blue.

“That will be enough now,” Rosa said calmly, with a bright smile on her face.

I scoffed, this family was one that would cover murder with a big, bright, phony smile. Matt pushed his plate away and stormed out of the dining room.

I shrugged nonchalantly, “more pie for me.”  Rosa shook her head, the smile never leaving her face. “I will be in the kitchen if you need me,” she threw over her shoulder as she left.

I ate the rest of my lunch in silence, mentally cursing Matt for turning my life upside down and throwing me into his drama filled life.

Why did he even buy me? Initially I thought it was so that I would be his sex thing or something like that, but after meeting his fiancée today, I am not so sure.

One thing I am sure of, is that I don’t want to be here, with a wolf. I would run to the police or dial 911 but the police do not interfere in wolf matters. Once, a wolf had robbed Mr. Tom’s store, his store was directly Madam Maggie’s brothel. He was really nice to me even though he did not get along with Madam Maggie. When the police were informed of the robbery and the details of the culprit submitted, the police had directed Mr. Tom to report the matter to the alpha of the culprit’s pack.

For days the sickly thin man, with a deep scar running from his left ear to his lips, was the main cause of my nightmares. I slept on the edge of my bed, ready to run and hide in case he decides to return and rob our brothel too.

It took a while for things to return to normal for me and now less than three months later, a wolf stormed into our brothel, bought me from my greedy guardian and now has me locked up in his mansion.

It’s like no matter how hard I try, I can never escape these violent creatures, they always find me, no matter how hard I try to stay away from them.

The dishes clattered, as I tossed them into the sink.

“The food was delightful, Rosa,” I said with my mouthful. I still had a piece of the cream pie in my hand.

Rosa smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. She ran her finger idly around the rim of the cup mug in her hand. “I am glad you enjoyed it.”

I nod. I wanted to turn and leave, but my curiosity got the better of me. I sat on beside her on the kitchen island.

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked with concern written all over my face.

She flashed a sad smile at me, “I am fine my child.” She raised the cup to her lips and slurped her coffee. “Tell me, how you meet Matt?” she asked seriously.

I shrugged, “Long story short, Matt waltzed into Madam Maggie’s brothel and decided that he wanted to buy me and here I am.” I took a big bite out of the pie in my hand.

“Did he say anything to you, as to why he bought you?” her worried expression was starting to make me worried.

“He didn’t sa…”

“Rosa!” Matt’s voice reverberated through the kitchen. I turned and found him leaning against the door. He was freshly showered and had just a pair of tracks on, leaving his smooth well defined abs exposed. His hair was damp and ruffled; I tried to peel my eyes away but couldn’t.

Why was the universe doing this to me?  Of course my captor is a hot were wolf.