Fateful Night

           Five 

How could someone look so handsome yet dangerous at the same time? I watched as he headed my direction and sat in the chair in front of him. I flashed him a drunken grin.

“Hi” I said and he ignored me. Or rather just stared, like he was seeing someone for the first time.

“Hi” I said again and he still kept mute.

“Hi Dammit!” I said and slammed my fist on the table. Those green eyes darkened and he shot me a very strong and warning look.

‘My wolf whimpered and I leaned back. Something told me that this man could kill me right here in front of these people if he wanted to and nothing would happen.

“Fine, I am sorry” I said and he nodded. He watched as I took another drink and his eyes narrowed.

My eyes wandered to his lips and I licked mine.

“You wanna huh ... .spend the night?” I said and he growled. If I thought Trent’s wolf was scary then I needed a recheck. The sound of that growl made me shift back, my hairs stood on end and my heart pounded. It sounded like a real beast, a monster.

“Don’t cross me,” he said calmly. Ironically his voice was soothing in contrast to his growl. It ran down my body as if trying to soothe it from the fear of his growl earlier.

“Why? Scared?” I asked, I was done being scared. Or maybe it was just the drink.

“Do you have a death wish?” He asked and I gave him a haughty look.

“Scared of a woman are we?” I taunted. I watched those green eyes darken, but I could see respect there.

“I have had many lovers, woman. You're just a pup to me. I am not doing anything with you, you are drunk” he said and for some reason that annoyed me.

“I am not drunk” I said.

“You are” he growled and I grinned.

“I am not, why don’t you prove it?” I asked and his eyes narrowed.

“How?”

“Sleep with me” I said, laughing hysterically when his mouth dropped open.

“You’re in?” I prodded, walking over and sitting on his lap. He didn’t object, he just watched me with those smoldering green eyes and he shook his head.

“Like I said, you are drunk” he said and I shrugged.

“So?” I countered and he smiled. His smile seemed scary. He wished he could do what he wanted to but had to hold himself back.

“Maybe I should knock you out?” He asked and I smiled.

“And take advantage of me. How gentlemanly of you” I said and he growled. The sound scared me but I forced myself to stare into those eyes.

“I am not a gentleman. Tell me what gentleman kills his own guards” he said and my eyes widened. He what? But my drunken brain let that information slide and I grinned at him.

“Well I don’t care” I leaned down.

“I want you” I whispered in his ear and he chuckled.

“Your alcohol brain wants me not you” he said and I nodded. I was starting to feel sleepy and I rested my head on his chest. He didn’t object.

I was starting to feel sober, the drink was wearing off my werewolf system and my senses were coming back. I was well aware that I was on a stranger's chest but I just didn’t want to go away. It felt so right and I felt so safe. I felt strong hands lift me, suddenly I was in his arms and it seemed like he was walking out.

“Taking me home?” I slurred and he growled. I am getting used to his growls now.

“Just keep quiet. If I leave you there, every man there is gonna take turns with you” 

I sighed, here I was in the arms of a stranger who was looking out for the welfare of someone he didn’t know. Trent on his part didn’t care.

“Thank you” I said and meant it. I heard no reply, only his grunt as he dropped me in the back seat of his Audi.

“I said, Thank you,” I said.

“I heard you,” he replied. “You aren’t welcome” he added and he slipped into the driver’s seat and the car shot onto the way as he stepped his foot on the gas. I was quiet during the ride, trying so hard not to cry when I started to recall all the things that happened this week. I couldn’t believe Trent could ever do this to me. Even going as far to sign the company he gave me to Candice, the company I worked so hard to also grow. I couldn’t help it but the tears started falling, soon it turned to a full sob. 

The handsome man driving didn’t say a word, he just let me cry and when I was done. He tossed me a handkerchief.

“Thank you” I said and he nodded. Now that I had cried all my drink self away, his face through the rearview mirror suddenly looked so familiar. I had seen a picture of him once in Trent’s files, and I had been wondering why he was stalking the dude.

What was he hiding and who was this person. I wanted to ask but I felt like once I knew it was going to change the way I saw him now. Maybe I didn’t need to know. But it kept nagging at the back of my mind. Why was Trent so fixed on monitoring him? Why did it seem like I had seen his face in plenty of magazines?

“Mind it I ask a question?” I asked and he shook his head.

“No I don’t”

“Who are you?” I asked and he smiled.

“Zephyr Lyold” he answered and my heart beat faster.

Oh God. I have just lap dances the most scary alpha in all of America