Get Out Of My Company

Chapter 4

Tori's POV

I wasn’t telling him—or anyone. They didn’t deserve to know. No one cared. Alex would only want to keep me under tabs for his child, which was the exact same reason I didn’t want him to know. I didn’t want to see him again, ever. He had nearly ruined my mental health and my sanity. I couldn’t risk another heartbreak. Besides, he wasn’t worth it. He didn’t deserve to know.

The first thing that had come to my mind when Lily dropped the bomb was:

Tell him. Alex would be overjoyed. Maybe he would love you back.

But the image of his snarling face—filled with so much hate—flooded my head, and I thought better of it. He would probably keep me until I gave birth, then throw me out.

Not happening.

I stepped out of the hotel and drove to my company. Or rather, Alex’s company, which he had put in my name. At least it was the one thing I loved that he didn’t take away, and funny enough, it was only because I agreed to sign the divorce papers. I pushed open the glass doors and walked in.

It was the stares that made me feel something was wrong. Sandra, the receptionist, gave me a cold look.

“Can we help you?” she said, and my eyes widened.

Can we help you? This is my freaking company.

“Umm, you do realize you work as a receptionist here, right?” I asked, and she scowled.

“Yeah, I know that. And I also know that you are not my boss,” she seethed.

“What?” I exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

“She’s talking about Alex handing over the company to me,” came Carmen’s voice behind me. I whirled around, staring at her in shock.

“That’s a lie,” I said, and she grinned.

“Well, it’s true. Alex handed over the company to me. Blotted out your name among the rights to own it,” she said, and I gave her my angriest stare.

“Liar. Alex told me if I signed the papers then I could keep the company,” I insisted, and Carmen laughed.

“You’re so blind and delusional, Tori. You thought he was gonna keep that promise? How naïve can you even get?” she said and tossed me a set of papers.

My heart shattered—again into a million pieces—when I saw the rights given to Carmen, signed and authorized by the bureau.

“Ta-da! The company is now mine. There’s nothing for you, Tori. No one cares about you or your beautiful face,” she said, and I nodded sadly.

“You’re evil. And one day, I’ll take my revenge,” I said.

She laughed hard—a cold, cruel, mocking laugh.

“Even the Moon Goddess doesn’t like you. Because if she did, this wouldn’t be happening to you.”

I smiled.

“Thank you for letting me know how evil you are,” I said, and she grinned.

“I am not evil, Riri. No one loves you, and no one ever will,” she said.

I growled. “I don’t need anyone’s love.”

“Of course,” she replied sarcastically. “So why don’t you get the fuck out of my company and go back to whatever slithering hole you crawled out of?”

I scowled. “I—”

“Guards!” she screamed.

I nodded. I could hear everyone laughing. I nodded again. Now I know my enemies.

The drive back to the hotel seemed longer. I had to stop, to try and hold myself together, not to give in to the tears. It had taken all my willpower not to let my anger rise to the surface and rip off Carmen's face. I wasn’t a violent person, but the urge to do that had been so strong.

I needed to forget. I needed something to drown my sorrows. I needed something to drink.

I drove to a popular pub I knew and parked outside. I just sat there, collecting my thoughts, having no idea that everything around me was already dark.

Evening. Perfect. Time to drink.

“One bottle of vodka, please,” I yelled, and the bartender nodded, disappearing behind the counter. He came back with a bottle in his hand. I snatched it from him and tossed him a wad of cash.

“Thank you—”

“Just go,” I growled, not even in the mood.

I tried drinking it all at once, but I gritted my teeth at the strong taste, so I resorted to taking it in sips. I could feel the drink relaxing my nerves, going straight to my head.

I kept drinking until I started to feel tipsy. Werewolves don’t get drunk easily—it would take an outrageous amount of alcohol to do that—and yes, that was what I did. I could feel stares all around me, and I couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t every day humans saw a strange woman drink fourteen bottles of vodka just to drown her sorrows.

I imagined how it must look and chuckled.

The door opened, and a very handsome man stepped in. The moment he entered, I knew he wasn’t human. He had this powerful aura around him—so powerful I could feel my wolf retreating. Which meant one thing... he was an Alpha.

He was so handsome that all I could do was stare. Even Alex seemed like a child compared to this perfection at the door. He turned to the barkeep and whispered something. I could feel the superior aura radiating off him.

He’s an Alpha. What’s an Alpha doing here? This isn’t your territory, mister.

Then he turned—as if he’d heard me—and headed straight in my direction.