Chapter 7
It’s been months. We have been together for months! And he still won’t even give me one straight answer about what his work is or anything about his work.
Well, if I’m being honest, that’s a lie. He told me where his work is, gave me the address while he was half asleep last time we had sex. He didn’t expect me to be quite as crazy as I am, I suppose. Or else he wouldn’t have given me this single hint if he genuinely hoped I would not find out.
Oh well. I guess I’ll find out soon. He’ll forgive me. I mean, I brought him my special brownies. No. Not special in that way if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s merely my own secret recipe that no one on earth can possibly resist. I added several scoops of nutmeg above what the recipe called for.
A girl has to cover all of her bases, after all! Nutmeg was like catnip to Werebears, some girls would wear nutmeg perfume to call a werebear to them. I never did, because I was never really interested in a werebear, until this one came along. And he likes me all on my own!
How riveting is it that he’s so interested in the girl I am! Not who I could be, not anything but who I am. He never mentioned how my stomach is too big and I still have baby fat and I have stretch marks that look like I was bitten by a shark!
With a pep in my step, I practically skipped all the way to the building he worked at. He really loves me, and as soon as I can see for myself what he’s doing and my curiosity is sated, everything will be absolutely perfect.
We’ll one day get married, maybe have a couple kids. I never really thought about kids until I met him, but I find that I really want one. I want to raise a child with the greatest man on the planet.
With that thought fueling all my most pleasant fantasies, I pushed open the door to the building. It was small. I imagined this huge skyscraper, not a building that was not even half the size of a Walmart!
My hands tighten on the Tupperware container in my hand as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Calm down, Clarissa. Everything is fine. Damian is your husband to be. Not some shady creep.
The building was well lit and covered in things that looked expensive. In the center of the room, which I supposed was just the front room, were 12 members of a… I guess a committee. Sitting at a round table.
They looked like well-dressed knights giving their advice to my King Damian. I had half a name to ask if anyone here was named Lancelot. But that would be childish, and I am not childish. I’m not!
One guy with blue eyes and blonde hair stood out like a sore thumb. He had this green bowler hat and a reddish suit, looking like he stepped out of a Batman comic book.
Man, that guy looks like he would be fun. I should hang out with him sometime. He’s not the kind of guy I’d bring home to mama or even one I’d kiss. But he definitely looks like he would be super fun at parties. He was eye-catching and seemed to draw all the attention of everyone around him.
Every other occupant in the room looked like they stepped off the cover of a magazine in which they are a model. Suits tailored perfectly to their bodies, the fabric clinging in a way that would make any woman drool. Not just me. Not that I drooled. Well, I wiped it off my face before any of them saw! So, it doesn’t count. It doesn’t.
Each man in the room froze, and I felt a centimeter tall. Not just because all of them were tall and well built. They just stared at me like… like some insignificant bug who only gets in the way of business and just ruined everything.
Bowler hat guy smirked. “Aww. You came to visit your man.” He had a Scottish accent and his smirk was far too lewd for me to be comfortable in any way. I could just see the dirty thoughts painted all over his face. I kind of wanted to break his face. “Well now. Give us a kiss, Love!” Grr. I changed my mind. This guy sucked.
On the other hand, I know what’s probably going to happen. I winced, sure he would get an ass kicking right now. My boyfriend is many things; a patient man is definitely not one of them. He was as understanding as he possibly could be and he tried hard. Werebear instincts, however, are nature. And it is so hard to control your baser urges.
Honestly, he deserved a medal just for making a genuine attempt.
My hands tightened on the Tupperware container of brownies, the plastic shaking against the strain. My eyes met his.
Oh no. Oh no. I fucked up. This whole thing was a mistake.
There was a rage simmering in those beautiful eyes that I usually love with all my heart. It was like he was betrayed. For the first time since the day I met him, I felt frightened.
His fist moved without him even taking his gaze off of me. He gave Bowler-Hat-Guy a swift punch in the jaw. Bowler-Hat-Guy groaned in pain, rubbing his jaw. “Ugh. You dick.” He whined, drawing the attention once again.
I gasped out loud. “Damian!” I shrieked, purposefully ignoring the other snickering men in the room.
“Out.” He hissed, coming right up to me. He stared down at me, an intense scowl marring his beautiful face.
“I just… I just wanted to bring you…uh… these… uh….” I gestured vaguely to the box of brownies in my arms. My mind had shut off and I completely forgot the word. “You know!”
“I asked you one thing.” Hissed Damian. “Stay away from my work. And you couldn’t do one single thing. How is it so hard to listen for once? Are you so stupid that you lack the mental capacity to follow the most basic of orders?”
“Shut up!” I barked out angrily, feeling tears sting my eyes. My vision began to blur as my body trembled with more rage than my body could contain.
“Leave me alone with my work. That’s all I want from you.” He snapped.
“Why can’t you just tell me!” I screeched.
“Why do you need to know?!” He roared back.