"Hi, Mid!" Grayson greets me in a happy voice, bursting into the office and snapping me out of my stalking. I peel my gaze away from my favorite man to smile at him. I glance at the clock on the computer and realize I've spent almost five hours staring at men and squeezing my legs to try to do something about everything I'm feeling down there, "Smells like you’re horny.” “I-I don’t…” I stutter, blinking and feeling my face get hot with embarrassment, but Grayson just laughs at me. “Don’t worry, I get it,” he shakes his head, “And I have a present for you." He hands me a box and I squeal as I forget my embarrassment because this is so cool. I know I'll never talk to anyone, but at least I'm going to be able to do stuff on it and stop missing my computer. Plus, I'm going to be able to watch pörn in a more convenient way now. I'm really excited about that. Grayson links the office number to my phone so it rings there now. At least then this thing will have incomi

"Go ahead," I shrug, and wipe the sweat from my brow with my hand, "Talk fast because I only have two hours and you're wasting them." "My dad is not very happy with you, in fact he's looking for a space in his busy schedule just to come and nag you," she mutters, and her words make me let out a tired grunt. My promoter is not happy with me, but that's not a surprise. He's never been happy with me. I don't even know why he bid for the job if he thinks I'm so difficult, "He thinks you're being way too controversial on social media. Much more than you should be. Plus, Jake accepted the rematch and since 'it's obvious he'll beat you again' he thinks you'll lose a lot of followers for being pathetic." "Actually, since I started being controversial I've gained a lot of followers," I explain, but Gemma doesn't look too impressed, "Granted, it's not the best audience in the world, but at least I'm making a name for myself. You have to admit, it's pretty impressive how much fame I have f

Midnight draws her legs to her chest and hugs them. “I liked the way it felt, but I'd rather you didn't do it again." "Didn't we only talk a few hours ago about how much we wanted to touch each other? And that we had permission to do it?" I ask, with a raised eyebrow. Not to pressure her or something, I’m just confused. "Wanting to and being able to are different things, aren't they? Like you said," she releases all the air stuck in her lungs, "The idea of touching you or letting you do whatever you want to me is turning me on. If you were to touch me right now you'd realize, I think I can feel how I'm getting wet..." "So what's the problem?" I ask, putting a hand in my lap to control the situation that is beginning to blossom. "The problem is that I've never touched anyone, I've never been around a man in a sëxual way and even though I want that so badly, for some reason I don't like how it feels," she answers quietly, look

I groan as I open my eyes. My whole body feels sore and the first thing I see is Lion's face right above me. I scoot back on the couch and gasp when I realize I'm naked. Fully naked. I grab a blanket from the couch to cover myself. "Are you feeling okay?" Lion asks looking concerned. I have a scary few seconds where I think... is it possible he did something to me? Why the hell don't I have any clothes on? Why does everything hurt? But for some reason I know that's not possible. Lion couldn't hurt me, I know that deep in my bones, “Mid, you had your first shift. It wasn't easy, you must be in pain.” "Oh. I am,” I blurt out, frowning while trying to remember what happened, but I have no idea, "I-I turned into a wolf?" "Uh... sort of," he mumbles and scratches his head, "Your wolf is seriously malnourished. It's small, weak and ugly, hardly has any fur. It was kind of traumatizing to see, honestly." Oh, no. "Hey, hey, don't feel bad. I'm sorry I said that,"

"No, Grandma. The best way to defeat someone is with violence and pain," Gray expresses, making a turn with a lot of force. I have to hold on to my seat to keep from flying off, "Wait until you hear what I'm going to tell you. You'll like what I have planned." I doubt it, because defeat, violence and pain sound like something I'm not going to be good at, but I'd rather stay quiet until Gray parks in front of Candy Lane. It's a giant place with pink walls. "We haven't even walked in and I already feel better. Thanks for bringing me here," I mumble happily and get out of Grayson's horrible car. Candy Lane is the biggest sweet shop in ever, they have all kinds of sweet things, from candy to frapuchinos to cakes. As soon as we are seated, a very animated waitress serves us and we place our orders, but Grayson refuses to tell us his plan until we are eating. While I wait for what I ordered, I walk over to the candy section and buy some popsicles, because the ones I got