Edward, after watching the dramatic display of his sons and nephew at the golf course the previous evening, decided it was best to have a word with Lancelot the next morning. There was a lot that father and son had to discuss. Since his return, Edward had tried to find a means for the both of them to discuss. But, all his efforts had proven futile ever since. So, when he found his son on the terrace of the palace, Edward knew this was an opportunity he could not miss. He took slow strides towards where his son stood. Arms spread across across the brick railings. "Son." He called out. Lancelot turned to him. "Father. Aren't you supposed to be visiting the orphanage with mother today?" Lancelot asked, a slightly suspicious gaze aimed at his father. "I should be. But I have more pressing issues to handle." Lancelot looked over his sixty five year old father one last time. Alpha of the London Pride pack and his father, Edward stood as tall as his son, even taller. Lancelot knew he h
His eyes skimmed through the name on the CV beneath the ID card, and his lips spread out so he said it aloud. "Roxanne Harvey."How? How could this even be possible? How could this be happening? He had worked - and was currently working - so hard to get her and her memories out of his mind, despite Ziko's stubborness. And here she was again! Strolling into his life as she deemed fit? He had not asked to look up from his car and see her attempting to strangle Peter, on the day they met. He had not asked to attend that wedding party where he found himself being drawn to her very essence. He had not asked to mark her in the most ceremonious way while having the best sex of his life. Maybe, just maybe he had enjoyed all of it, but he had not asked for any of them. Neither did he ask for her to appear from nowhere! And in the most conventional - or unconventional - of ways.Just who did she think she was to disappear, break him, and then reappear like his life was hers to torment? "Ma
It was 6am when the ringtone of his phone caused him to woke up from his sleep. Lancelot groaned as his eyelids parted. He had always been an early riser, but he didn't mind waking up late every now and then, especially when he had dreams like the one whoever was calling had just rudely interupted. In his dream, he had seen her, but he would not go into details about that now. Frowning, he turned to his bedside drawer where his phone lay in. When he saw the caller ID, he sprung up immediately. He clicked the answer icon and pressed the phone to his right ear. As he did, Lancelot caught sight of his chest in his mirror. The hair on his skin was beginning to overgrow, he made a mental note to get rid of the rough parts of it later. "Peter?" "Good morning sir, I take it from the sound of your voice that I have just interupted your sleep." Lancelot's brows furrowed in annoynace. What was wrong with this man?"I am hoping for your sake that you did not wake me up to talk about work.
Her gaze flickered over her image in the mirror one more time. She ran her hands over her flat tummy. In the red suit pants and jacket she was wearing, she seemed to appear fierce and confident; everything that she was currently not. She looked up at her hair. The blonde strands had been tied above her head in a stiff ponytail. Her baby hair edges were perfectly laid by Emily, who she had woken up two hours ago to get it done. Roxanne had repeated her mock interview in front of her mirror over and over, still, she was worried. Perhaps it was because of how sharp a contrast her red lipstick was from her complexion. Emily had said it would complete her "I'm the best woman for this job so don't fuck with me and pass such an opportunity" look. Roxanne didn't know if she agreed or not, what she knew now, was that she was nervous as fuck. It was funny how she had long awaited this day, the day where she would finally be allowed to take a leap back into the labour force of the United Stat
When Roxanne stepped feet into the room, one thing and one thing only continued to ring in her head. "Run, you do not belong here." Roxanne fought to steady her gaze on one thing in particular, but it was hard. This office was the definition of exquisite. High and white polished walls, a rich mahogany wooden table that curved at both ends. At the other end of the table, seven people - four men and three women - were seated, eyes fixed on her. Roxanne fought to tear her gaze away from the fine sculpture of the globe that rested at the end of the wall. She wondered what Emily would have to say about the sculpture; it was rich indeed. When she finally managed to keep her eyes on the faces of the people in front of her, she took deep breaths in before resting her gaze on an elderly man. She only wondered if he was the CEO. Alexander had been about his age. The man adjusted his spectacles and narrowed his eyes on Roxanne. She swallowed hard and looked away from him, sending her gaze
Roxanne walked out of the office, right behind the lady in green. She could not believe her eyes, or her ears. Everything she had worked for, prepared for, studied for, drank two cups of coffee and put her bowel health to the line for, had just come to and end. And all because of him. As she headed straight for the elevator, Roxanne gripped her files in her left hand and managed to dab her eyes with the back of her right palm. What was she to do now? What was the next step to take? She had invested a lot of time and faith in this interview, and it had been going well... It would have gone well if it had not been for him.Why? Why did he decide to show up in her life after such a long time? She was certain he of all people knew that she was well qualified for the job. She had answered all the questions correctly. Not only correctly, even to the extent that it had impressed the board. At least, the rest of the board, besides him. Roxanne was certain she would have been able to answ
Lancelot could not say he was surprised to see her in the elevator after the doors spread open. After her mock show of an interview, he got bored and decided to leave. After all, he had fulfilled his purpose for coming here; to make her feel the same pain he had felt after she slipped out of his bed without notice. Not even the courtesy of a goodbye. Seeing her here again, infuriated him. Why was she not out of the premises yet? But he did not ask her. Instead, he stepped into the elevator and stood beside her.He made sure that he did not so much as glance at her. Lancelot was not sure Ziko would be able to control himself if their eyes met. Truthfully, it was not Ziko he feared, it was himself. With all that he felt for her, he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself if he looked at her. The last time they had been alone together...He shook his head, he wouldn't think about it. He would not think about her. "I didn't peg you to be the type of man who could not separa
He did not know what to do when the words rolled out of her tongue, and hit his ears with a loud bang. "I refused to fuck him!" She screamed aloud. He paused, stopped walking. Every element of time froze for him. His jaw tightened, his teeth clenched, and he hid his fist inside his pockets so she wouldn't see them curve into balls. Then, he turned to her. He had thought her to be a coward, a lying coward for what she had done. But, now that she was standing there, visibly distraught and in pain that only she could comprehend. In her eyes, he saw that everything she had spoken might have been true. There was pain, desperation, and beams of memories she wanted to erase. He was angry. But within him, Ziko growled restlessly. How dare him? Whoever it was that had dared to come close to her in such a manner would pay for it. But, there was no way he could soften up now. Not when he was yet to feel the satisfaction of his vengeance. And so, when he opened his mouth to speak, he di