Hello Again

It's Getting Hot

Snow's POV

It's been three years since my true mate rejected me, and life is wonderful. I've spent most of my time in Italy eating pasta, drinking wine, dancing in the rain, and all that cliche stuff. I've even made a name for myself as an artist.

Tonight I'm in Australia for a Charity Auction. I'm wearing a long black silk dress with a single pearl necklace and I'm on the prowl for a little fun.

"Ms. Snow, all your paintings sold; they made a lot of money for the charity." the solicitor said. "That's great. I'm happy I can help the children." "Don't look now, but he's coming this way." "he, who?" Turning, I see a tall, well-built man walking toward me as if he owns the world. His piercing gold eyes are staring at me as if I'm the only one in the room.

"The man who bought all of your paintings. Haven't you been listening? His name is Constantine."

Hello, Constantine. I think I found my fun.

This man puts all other men to shame, almost all other men anyways.

As he gets closer, I smell a mixture of fire and brownies. "Dragon," Beastly says. Dragons are rare; most of them reside in Europe. They came from a different realm centuries ago.

He walks into my personal space. "So you're the artist," He says with a thick Scottish accent. I'm in love already.

Taking a few steps back so I don't break my neck looking at him. "Yes, I'm Snow. How are you tonight?"

"That depends on you. Would you like to come to my room tonight, lassie?" he asked.

A man who gets straight to the point, I like it. "What, no dinner first? You just want to go straight to your room?" I asked sarcastically.

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you, hungry lass?"

"No, I'm not; I just thought it would be nice if you asked."

He already has a driver waiting for us as we step outside. "What do you do for a living Constantine?"

"Call me Con. I'm an international investor and entrepreneur amongst other things."

Con has me pinned against the wall as soon as we step into his room. I can feel the heat from his very large member pressing into my stomach.

Buttons go flying as I rip off his clothes. I can't help but stare at his smooth chest. He looks chiseled out of marble. I can't think of a better end to the night.

Last night was intense; I never met a man with his stamina. We haven't even slept yet. I need a shower, a nap, and food.

"Would you like to come with me to Paris?" he asks casually.

This man never sleeps. "Just like that? Drop everything and go to Paris with you?" a little shocked he would ask.

"What else are you doing? You can paint anywhere. Why not come to Paris?"

He is right; I have no obligation to be anywhere else.

"Look, Snow, we both know we aren't true-mates, and I don't want anything serious, but I think we could have some fun together."

"Living life to the fullest" Beastly reminds me. "Ok, I'm down; when does the plane take off? I need to grab things from my room." I'm ready for a new chapter in life.

"The plane leaves when we're on it," he says with a smirk.

I soon learned that Con is a workaholic billionaire who spends most of his time between Paris and Scotland. O, and he can breathe fire.

It took some convincing, but I talked him into taking me flying in his dragon form. It was amazing.. amazing for me anyway; he said something about feeling like a prized pony.

The s*x with Con was hot and wild for about three months before it started to fizzle out. We decided we were better off as friends. I still live and travel with him all the time. Grandmother and I spent Christmas and New Year with Con and family.

Con has taught me a lot about the stock market and investing. In the year that I've known him, my bank account has increased dramatically. I just bought 50% of a lucrative oil rig a few hours from my grandmothers.

Con and his brothers Mackenzie and Alasdair are celebrating with me tonight.

"Well, lass, it seems your gallus has paid off," Mac, the middle brother said. Al ordered four bottles of Scotland's finest whiskey for the table, which got a lot of stares from the humans. I can drink a half bottle by myself, which is nothing compared to these three.

"Con says you plan on moving back to the states?" Al asks. The youngest of the three, who is always flirting with me. I don't ever take it seriously, though. He flirts with everyone, male, female, shifter, and human alike.

"Ya, I'm looking for some land near the rig"

"aw, will miss you, bonnie lass," Al said with another swig of his bottle.

I'm going to miss all three of them too.

Later that night, Con and I are standing in his kitchen, finishing off the last bottle, talking about the past year. When he says "So what do you say, lass, if I don't find my mate in the next 50years. We get married." He's had too much to drink.

Laughing, I say, "Con, you know good and well that we wouldn't work. If we did, I would be sleeping in your bed instead of the guest house."

"Aw, I guess you're right," he says sadly.

Reaching across the bar, I take his hand "don't worry so much; she'll come along before you know it." I say with confidence. Con is already 100 years old, which is like being in your 20s for a Dragon. I can tell he's starting to give up on finding his true mate. "goodnight, con." I say as I kiss him on the cheek.

As I'm lying in bed, I wonder what life would have been like if my mate would have accepted me.