It's only now that I realize the 'new management' is Mecury. “You seem surprised?” He notes carefully studying my reaction. He is sitting on top of the desk, leaning back just enough to expose his frame. The angle exposing his polished chest as his shirt is only half buttoned up.“Of course, I'm surprised. What are you doing here?” I question with my eyebrow raised. Taking in the large spaced office with minimal ergonomic furniture. Looking without a smidgen of dust, you could see your own reaction from the marbled floor. With huge thick black curtains covering the the window. Though still with perfect lighting. “I thought your friend told about the new management,” he reminds me. Also, remembering I might have made a fool of myself in front of the man expected to hire me. But I have a feeling that's exactly what he wanted. “ She didn't tell me it was you. Because why would I have wasted my time?" I ask. Desperately needing this job, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction of it. Su

I drove to my first day at work, not expecting more. Not expecting less. Thought still not sure to sign the contract yet. Or rather to trustAs I was expected start working. With Ingrid helping there and there. .And the restaurant really packed for some reason. But the day soon, casually starts and everything seems good. Well as good as place filled with a bunch of rich people can get."Busy day today I guess," I note as more people come in." Yeah. Since Mr. Guerrero took over the restaurant has been growing," Ingrid responds.I'm still speaking with Ingrid when couple comes to me. Her angry husband narrowing his eyes at me."I don't like your attitude and I'm going to tell your boss about it," he points out visibly angry. Well apparently we didn't get along well earlier. Apparently his cup of tea was too cold, then too hot. Typical rich people problems; I should know." Thank you for coming at our restaurant. Please enjoy the rest of your day," I fake a smile, but maybe he expects

A handsome gentleman stands in front of me. His forest green eyes staring back at mine. His soft warm fingers laced around my jaw. I feel lost in his eyes for a moment too long. My brain still processing his words. I finally snap out of his spell, remembering he’s a complete stranger in my kitchen. Sparks fly as his fingers stroke my chin. His touch, his voice, makes all the memories flood back. “Who are you?” I force his hands out of my face. But his hands still manages to get tangled between my fingers. A jolt of electricity flies through my finger, making my stomach flutter. “Mom?” I hear Edwards voice from behind. I break free from the man rushing towards him. I pull him to the side trying to be as quiet as possible. He looks at me confused still holding a video game controller on his hand. “What have I told you about strangers?” I whisper anger still visible in my voice. “But mom he’s not a stranger. He’s my father,” he claims so sure. “You’ve never seen this man before and h

When night came we got ready for dinner. I help my mother in the kitchen prepare dinner for everyone. Everyone else sat in the dining room chatting, silently. With Mr Venandi still around, and seems to be getting along fine with Edward. Even though I'm not a fan of his appearance, I can deny that my son is happy that his father is here. “ You know maybe he's not bad as you think. He really wants to be a part of his son's life," my mother notices my absent mindedness, as I silently work around the kitchen. “ Maybe. But I'm not even sure he's the father. He appeared out of nowhere," I tell her. My mother gives me a prolonged judgemental look after hearing my statement. “ Don't look at me like that. I was desperate," I respond. “ Look I understand. But I doubt a rich man like him would appear out of nowhere and claim to be your son's father," she claims. But who am I to know what rich people are up to these days. I'm not rich anymore. “How do you even know he's rich?" I question her.

Tyrian's POV: A few years back at the club: I'm angry as usual. Because someone decided to waste my whole day over nonsense that I don't care. I can't believe I flew all the from home for this. “ It's full of humans," Draco sneers. “ I don't like humans," he adds. Something he has told me a million times already. He says they smell funky, and their weakness makes him feel sick. Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off. “ It was recommended to us by a human. What did you expect?" I question him, already stepping out of the car. Headed to the direction where music is blasting. Already drunk humans, waltzing around some even puking on the trash cans. Worse are those that do it in