Semua Bab Married to the Werewolf Lord: Bab 31 - Bab 36

LORAI woke in this penthouse feeling sad, it's been two weeks me and Alex have been staying with Erin and it never still feels like home. Though I can't say the same for Alex. He's been really happy that his mum and dad are finally staying together—Only if he knew it was just a temporary arrangement.After the awful night that Vivienne visited, I didn't hear from her again which is very comforting—That woman gives me bad vibes.I was about to rush to the bathroom to wash up and start my morning just like every other day when my phone rang from the night stand I left it. I strolled towards it and without even bothering to look at the caller, I pressed the green button."Hello""Hi, Lora, this Elena."

ErinThe conference room stinks of fear and expensive cologne. Ten executives sat round the conference table as if awaiting judgement. One of the executives, Mr. Bannol or Barrow started fidgeting, brows slick with sweat, some even shrunk back on their chairs when I reached for a bottle of water. Others decided to quickly take notice of the new Art hung on the wall while evading any kind of eye contact with me. I don’t blame them. I’m absolutely pissed right now.“Gentlemen.” I spat. While half of them almost scrambled together like chickens . I learned forward, putting my elbows on the monogamy table. “You’ve had six months to deliver tangible results, and now all I hear is excuses.”

LORAThe logo looks so wrong on my laptop screen.I keep making changes I’m not even sure I need, while the stranger’s words. I mean Marcus Stone’s ultimatum pound in my skull like some kind of apocalyptic countdown to my doom.I have just seventy-two hours to come to terms with my plans and decisions.Reluctantly, I switch off the laptop, staring at the blank screen as if it holds the answer to my salvation.My stomach growls as if a football tournament is taking place inside. The coffee I made this morning has already gone cold and I don’t want to go to the kitchen.Erin’s been moving around nonstop in the apartment, like he’s searching for something, which I am sure is probably his way of trying to get my attention.I know it’s insane, living in the same house with someone and spending half your energy trying to avoid them. But it’s still better than confronting a man who’s rejected you twice like you’re a slice of stale ham.I love my dignity too damn much to beg for love or parade