Fancy English men Pov: Winston Overwhelming, paralyzing fear was attacking every nerve in my body. My hands were trembling. My heart was pounding. My body was sweaty. The feeling wasn't coming from me. It was from Maddie. "Gwyn! Stop!" I called out, just as she reached for the door to the driver's side of the car to open it. She turned around, golden locks whipping around her. Her blue eyes darkened in concern. "What is it, Winston?" She whispered gently. "Maddie. Maddie is in trouble." She was up and alert in seconds, running back to my side. "what is it? How do you know for sure?" I raised my index finger to indicate I needed a second to focus as my ears perked up and my nose tried to pick up her scent. My senses were alarm sounds screaming in my head. And then, I caught it! Her faint floral scent. I started walking in the direction of it. Gwyn didn't say a word as she quietly followed behind me. I followed the long trail. She was with someone. Someone familiar. I sniffe

Justice Pov: Winston I knocked twice on the door and waited until the person in the upscale apartment opened up. The door creaked open, just an inch, the occupant of the household was alert and cautious. Well he had every fucking right to be. His blonde hair popped through the creak, blue eyes widened and froze over at me and he moved to shut the door. I placed my feet between the door and the door jamb, effectively stopping him from shutting the door. I shoved the door open, forcing my way into the apartment. He glared at me, following behind me as I found my way into the posh, sophisticated living room and sat comfortably, sinking into the plosh light blue couch. He stood a distance away from me, his face livid but his stance uncomfortable. He was holding an ice pack to his temple. His face had healed from most of the bruises we dealt on him on Saturday. Curse Gwyn and her gentle heart. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him myself and slice his throat with my claw and

Cookies and reminisces POV: Maddison I had so much free time on my side, so I decided to pay my mother a visit. I stood at her doorstep, grinning from ear to ear as I pretty much pounded on the door excitedly. I could catch the smell of cookies baking inside and I couldn't wait to sample them. Momma always makes the best cookies. "Shouldn't you be at work!" Was the first thing she said, opening the door and putting her hands on her hips, staring at me with a mock accusatory frown. "Wow," I deadpanned. "You can at least try to sound excited to see me, mum." I huffed, folding my arms, or at least, trying my best to fold my hands with the plastic containers in my hands, washed and air dried from the last time she made side dishes and dumplings for me to take home. Her face broke into a grin and she pulled me into an ecstatic hug. "Of course I'm excited to see you, Maddie! You never come visiting anymore," she pouted childishly, releasing me from the hug to give me a once over. "So

All night The boss' assistant POV: Maddie Working as Mr Winston's assistant was a breeze. It was my job to keep him informed and organized through out the week. All week, he had been having meetings outside the buildings with investors and partners willing to work with him. We had dinners and luncheons amd gala and charity events and it was actually fun meeting new people and going to different places. He kept me at his side always, taking notes, keeping track of his schedules and reorganizing meetings that he couldn't keep up with. Today however was different. He asked me to leave his side and give them some privacy as he chatted with investors from Milan. We had been invited to a convention in downtown Manhattan and Mr Winston was focusing on evolving his brand and getting into other aspects of consumer purchases. Lately, he had invested heavily in an upcoming make up brand that wasn't doing well at the moment but showed huge promise in doing better and sky–rocketing above its

Dinners and dates POV: Winston It was quiet in the car all the way to Demure fashion house. The silence was stifling and suffocating and I almost exhaled in relief when the car rolled to a stop in front of the towering building. We were ushered past the waiting hall and into the judging room where we met with Donatella herself. I was almost certain she was a witch and she was almost certain I was a wolf creature and we had done business for decades without any of us looking a day older to the point that we were sure that the other wasn't a normal human being either. We never said a thing to each other, though, but we seemed to have unconsciously agreed on the fact that we would never question exactly who or what the other person was. And she had respected that subtle agreement. That was why I liked and respected Donatella Chere Di Santa and why I had done business with her all these years. "Dio mio! I miei occhi mi ingannano? do my eyes deceive me? Is that Winston?!" I heard her