billionaire werewolf

Going to LA

Waking up in the morning my whole body feels sore, slowly getting up I make my way to the bathroom. Standing beneath the shower with hot water spraying onto me, I feel a pair of arms around me. I was in the circle of his arms, it sent a shock through my whole body. His hands cupped my shoulder blades, his finger stroking them. Shivering my thoughts wash away with the water. His name escapes from my lips, his lips move from my temple and along my jaw to settle on the curve of my neck.

His hands slid down my sides, gripping my waist. His warm breath tingles the hair near my neck. My breath hitches as his lips travel excruciatingly slow up along my jaw. Wounding my arms around his neck, parting my lips to taste his neck then to taste his lips. Nipping gently at his bottom lip, determined to take some control. The effect was more than anticipated as his hands tighten around my waist and a low groan is poured into my mouth as I move against him.

The next few days we had a routine s*x, eat and sleep then back to the start.

It is broken by a call.

"Alyssa we have a problem, I am not supposed to tell you this but you are the main owner of this company and my best friend. An ex-employee broke into our new LA building and thrashed your new office", he explains. My knuckles were white from clenching too hard, and I grit my teeth in an effort to be silent and not disturb Ethan, who was sleeping.

"Have the helicopter here in an hour, you and Chris use the Cross jet and be there soon. Are your apartments ready?",I say as calmly as I can.

He replies " Yes they are and I will tell Chris".

"Good we will talk later."

Pacing around I slowly pack my bag and set them aside, I wake up Ethan." Sorry, Ethan, I have to leave it is urgent.".

"What? Now!", he shouts.

"Yes and don't get mad that I ended the fling early.", I tell coldly.

-Henry, please come to take my bags. Drop me off at the helipad and come to LA- I message him as I check if I left anything behind.

Ethan glares at me and hugs me. Inhaling my scent like he wants to remember it. That confuses me.

Henry comes in picks up my bag and goes back down.

I change from my robe into a simple white short pencil skirt that stops a few centimetres above my knee and a black Prada office shirt.

Walking out Ethan is not there and I am not surprised.