Little Dove

Chapter 4

Phoenix Pov

I hate when Dad puts all the pressure on me to meet with these douche bag clients to close deals. Phoenix, Don't disappoint me I recall him texting me.

We run this business in the human town, acquiring land which helps out the packs that we take care of, and helps build new packs on new land. My family is the King of Lycans, which puts a lot of pressure on us, and also makes me the Prince. Yes... Prince Phoenix.

I really don't like to disappoint. Alex Sampson is much more than a client with property we want, I have always suspected he is running some type of illegal escort service on the side. It's something that has my father looking the other way, which makes me loathe the scummy guy even more.

I pick up my cell off the desk in my home office and dial Jared, my younger brother, to let him know Dad wanted him to tag along. Dad wants him to learn the ropes so Jared can take over the Europe division when he retires.

"s**t, I'll call you back in 10, let me wake up first." he says and I'm furious, he's always slacking off . "Jared get the hell up we have business to deal with" this piece of shit... he's only 1.5 years younger than me, yet he's so irresponsible. "I'll call you in five" he hangs up. Dammit!

35 minutes later this POS calls me "what's up bro??" "While you were sleeping in until 5pm, you should have been getting ready. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Dad wants you to tag along in my meeting with Alex Sampson at Vision. You have less than a year to get ready for Europe" I tell him in a stern voice. All I hear is a grunt before he hangs up. Knowing my brother, he is just falling in line now.

20 minutes later I arrive at my brothers house and honk the horn. He steps out in black fitted dress pants and a half buttoned white dress shirt tucked under a black belt. He is a about 6 or 7 inches shorter than me, maybe about 6.5", and he doesn't give off that intimidating look, more of an inviting friendly look. He's like a women's hell trap. No wonder he takes a new girl home every week.

He gets in the car, and we head to Vision. Not going to lie, I love this place. It has such a fun care-free vibe, you can either dress up or dress down. Instead of hanging out in the crowd, I rented a private room to speak to Mr. Sampson privately.

As we sit down our waitress approaches. "Hello! My name is Katie I will be your waitress tonight, what can I get you?" She says smiling, wearing black leggings and a white crop top where you can clearly see the outline of her perky breasts, clearly she is trying to get some good tips tonight from a bunch of drunk men.

"I have a few things you can help with Ms. Katie" Mr. Sampson says with a wink to our waitress as he rubs the side of her leg with the back of his pointer finger. She doesn't even flinch from the touch, she must deal with this often. I hold in a disgusted growl, it makes my blood boil knowing he treats women like this.

I push all negative thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on what I'm here for... the property.

Emilys Pov

Dammit Sadie, I'm more than tipsy as I listen to her crude details with Brandon. "He had my back against the closet door and legs around his waist...." My thoughts are trailing off as she's talking... and my eyes are wandering around the place. "Em, I think I'm officially in loveee" I roll my eyes because it's not the first time I have heard her say this. "Sade it was just sex... maybe you should try schuring for..." Crap, I'm drunk. "I'm going ... find the.... bathroom" I say as I point off somewhere in the distance.

Sadie asked if I wanted her to come with me, but I told her I was fine. While I stumble my way to the bathroom, I pass by a few private rooms on my left, the smaller ones, used for romantic dates, and hear a familiar voice. I turn to my left and peek into one of the private rooms and see Nicholas. What the hell, who is that with him? who is she and why is he rubbing her thigh? I must be so drunk I'm seeing things. NO... that's definitely him!! I barge into the room.

"What the hell.... is..is this Nich o las???" I manage to slur out a scream at him. "s**t s**t s**t s**t, Emily.. Love, this isn't what it looks like" He stumbles on his feet, when I notice his belt and top button on his slacks were undone. He see's me glance down and back up to his eyes with tears threatening to fall, and I sober up just a little bit, enough to yell back at him. "This is WHO you.. you're doing when you don comhome" I slur out and point my finger at him. "Don't you dare come back to.... MY home, I'm changing locks. You can have someone else come get em"

I turn around to leave and he grips my arm tight. "Ow, you're hurting me, Get Off me!!!" "No Em you're trashed, let me and... Let us drive you home" "Go back to your w***e, you deserve each other", I manage to get out of his grip and stumble back and out of the private room.

Tears then start pouring, mixed with my still impaired vision from drinking. I can barely see a thing as I trip over my own feet and brace myself for the fall to the ground, but feel someone catch my fall and wrap their large gentle hands around my waist, that sends a shocking sensation down my spine.

The unknown person picks me up bridal style, I hear him tell someone to get a glass of water and carries me to a private room to then sit on one of the lounge couches and holds me.

He's warm, and comforting, and feels like home, so much to the point that I give into the embrace and sink into his chest. Once my breathing slows down and the tears stop falling, I look up to see.... him..