Fated Mates: The Fae

Leif: Chapter Ten

Leif

Ronan wouldn't answer any of my calls or texts. I tried not to bother him, especially since I knew he was stuck at The Bayou by himself with all of the women.

But I couldn't help myself. He broke up with me and I was still pathetically calling and texting him every chance I got after my dates and on the road to our next destination.

Yet, he never answered.

My dates sucked. Or maybe I was the one who sucked. Either way, none of the women from The Falls caught my attention. Maybe it was because Ronan was all I could think about.

I compared every woman to him and always came out disappointed. But I tried. I really tried. I smiled and complimented them all. I cracked jokes and held their hands. But none of them made my heart beat like he did. None of them smiled and made me want to smile back. None of them had his crazy personality and would say off-the-wall sh*t.

It sucked. And maybe I was being an asshole for trying to find any of those traits in these women. I knew the Fae stamped out any type of personality in a person. Especially the women.

Except this one I met in Yellowstone. I was dressed casually, having made the date at a cafe. I was waiting for her, looking at my watch since she was already five minutes late. It was unusual for the women to not be on time. They always wanted to make a good impression.

This one, who Ronan had chosen for me because she had an amazing power rank and looked sweet in her profile picture, walked in wearing a dress that was black as midnight, frilly, with glittery sequins randomly placed throughout it. Her hair was black and curly and her eyes silver. She had a long, pointed nose. But not unattractive. Her makeup matched her dress, eyeshadow dark, and silver glitter on her cheeks and nose. Her lips were painted with black lipstick. She was pretty in a weird way.

I couldn't help but grin at her as I stood up and greeted her. She shook my hand with a strong grip and sat down with a thunk across from me. Her father, the man who walked in behind her, looked at me apologetically and sat a few tables away, taking his phone out as if he wasn't worried about keeping his eyes on us.

"Hi, I'm Leif."

"Yeah, cool. I'm Roxy. Short for Roxanna." She smiles and pulls a notebook out of her purse with a bright pink fluffy pen. She arranges her dress as she crosses one leg over the other and scrutinizes me with her silver eyes.

"Alright, Roxy, what's the notebook for?"

She grins, showing pearly white straight teeth. "Notes. For my dates. You all may get to choose but I'd at least like to know more about my husband than what a silly little profile tells me. So...I'm interviewing you. If you don't like it, it's fine. You can walk out and both of us will be for the better because of it."

I raise my eyebrows, intrigued by this woman and sit down. "Alright. I think I like this. Do you have questions?"

Her eyes glitter and I have a bad feeling about this. But not like I'm in trouble. More like she's the one who is going to cause the trouble. F*ck. Ronan would have loved this one just from the first meeting.

"I do. Are you ready?"

I shrug. "We will see. But...since you're doing your own interview, is it okay if I take a picture of you for my friend?"

She quirks an eyebrow and leans into me, showing me quite a bit of cleavage. "Is this friend a male or female?"

"Male."

"From The Bayou like you?"

"Not exactly."

She bites her lip and shrugs. "Boyfriend?"

I smile and sit back in my seat. "Sort of. Or...not really. Not anymore."

She frowns and then writes something down on her notes. "What happened? Did you break it off because of the dates?"

I snort and shake my head. "No. He broke up with me. It's complicated."

"How so?"

I rub the back of my neck uncomfortably and shrug. "Aren't we supposed to be getting to know each other?"

"Yes. Which is why I want to know the complications."

I smirk and could only imagine what Ronan would say about her.

"He's part wolf shifter part Fae. He's also about to be the Alpha of his pack."

She sits up with wide eyes and looks around with excitement. "Holy sh*t. You're talking about Ronan Jones! Is he here? I didn't get him in my profile but I had hoped he would be. Gods, I have heard so much about him, even out here."

I grin and shake my head. "He's not. And he wasn't allowed to choose because he's a shifter."

She pouts and sighs. "Damn. That sucks. He was your boyfriend?"

I nod and feel my stomach pinch. "He was. But now we're both starting new things in our lives so we broke up."

"Boo..." She leans in and looks around before she lowers her voice. "Are wolf d*cks as big as they say?"

I snort out a laugh and feel my face heat up as I think of Ronan's c*ck.

"Um...it's reasonably big."

She picks up her hands and begins moving them apart from each other, her eyes on me. I laugh and reach out and spread them about eight inches apart and she raises her eyebrows.

"Hard?"

"Yeah."

She leans down and writes in her notebook and then looks up at me. "And yours?"

I inhale a sharp breath at the balls on this girl and blush.

"Shave an inch off of his and you have mine."

"Oooh okay. Big boy. Me likey. Or would I hate it? Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?"

"An*l. Duh."

My eyes bug and I glance at her father who is ignoring us completely, his back to us.

"I...I uh...I don't know."

"Bullsh*t." She says. The waiter comes and takes our orders and she swipes my water and takes a sip. "You definitely look like a bottom. Hold on. Do you have a picture of Ronan Jones? I will tell you after I study him."

I laugh again at the crazy on this girl and nod. "Yeah, here." I pull my phone out and pull up a picture of Ronan, topless, lying in my bed. He's asleep and it's a bit creepy that I took the photo, but I liked looking at him like that. Vulnerable.

She fans herself as she stares at the picture and then at me. "Definitely a bottom."

I snort and shake my head. She probably would have been right in her assessment if Ronan hadn't seen Ivy and me at the bowling alley. I still couldn't forget the feeling of our last encounter out of my head.

"With him, I would be if we ever got that far."

She raises her eyebrows seeming intrigued. "Wow, that's so hot."

She tilts her head at me as I smile at her then writes something else down. "You wouldn't be a good husband."

I raise my eyebrows and frown. "Why do you say that?"

She taps on her pad with the end of her feathery pink pen and smiles sadly at me. "Because you love him. You're going to pine for him and that to me, isn't going to make a good husband. You should get him back. And...maybe find a wife that will be okay with you splitting your heart in half. Or better yet, someone who will share him with you. Would you share him? Because I'm down if you are. Let's call him. We can set a date to meet so he knows if he likes me too. Then we can get on with the nuptials. None of this waiting for a year bull crap."

I laugh and shake my head. "He won't answer my calls. I've been trying for a little over two weeks. But it was something he and I talked about almost a year ago. We shared someone and it was..."

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I shouldn't be talking about any of this with a possible wife. But...Roxy was different and I was definitely going to keep that in mind when I had to cut my list down to ten. Maybe I could have Ronan too.

"Well, use my phone. He will answer and I can hear his sexy wolf voice and we can set up a date."

I snort and shake my head slowly. "He's all about finding his fated mate. He won't go for this. But...I'm not discounting you Roxy. I like you. You're a but eccentric but I feel like that's something I'm looking for in a woman."

She bats her lashes and her cheeks pinken. It's the first blush she's worn and it's a wonder that it had nothing to do with asking about our d**k sizes or anything like that.

"Really? Every other guy I've been out with has run for the hills as soon as I told them that I wanted to interview them." She sounds meek now, like she's afraid that I'm going to change my mind or something.

I smile at her and reach across the table and place my hand over hers on the pen. "Really. Even if stuff doesn't work out with Ronan, I think you're pretty cool and I wouldn't mind having you around more."

She takes a few deep breaths and her eyes glisten with tears. "Thank you, Leif. You're...you're different and I really do hope to see you again after this."

I nod. We eat and after that I shake her father's hand and let him know that I'd be happy to call him again when the time comes to cut my options down. He beams at me and when they walk out of the Cafe together, I watch as she talks to him animatedly and pulls her hands apart.

Her dad turns to look at me through the door with a frown and I cringe internally. She's definitely a strange one but it doesn't matter. For once, since I left Ronan, I feel good about this dating thing. The next two weeks fly by q

without another interesting candidate and my stomach twists when we finally get back home.

It's Sunday night and I know that Ronan has probably already left home but I'm looking forward to lying in his bed and smelling his scent. I'm hoping that when I get to my apartment I will find a note saying that he was wrong and he wants me to come visit.

But once I get into my apartment, my hopes are dashed. I look around and I know without looking that something is different. I walk to his bedroom and find it cleaned. The bed is made and no clothes is lying around. I look in his closet and find all of his clothes gone.

His drawers are empty and his journals and notebooks have been cleared out. My heart squeezes at the thought of not finding a single thing left of him here.

I run to my bedroom and everything of his is gone there too. Nothing, I mean nothing is left. Not a single pair of boxers or a t-shirt that I borrowed.

His mug isn't in the cabinet and his favorite fork is missing too. He's just gone. And the pain I feel in my chest increases. Because I thought that all we had was an argument. I thought that he would have gotten over it like many other times and we would have gone back to fooling around and just being us.

But it seemed to me now that he was serious. He wanted nothing to do with me anymore and it hurt like nothing else ever came close to hurting me. I wasn't going to get the chance to see him again. He said as much the last time we talked and I hadn't believed him.

But now I did. He made sure to erase every single piece of himself from this apartment and my life and I didn't know what to do about that. Either way, I went back to his bedroom and laid down in his bed. I stared up at the ceiling and rubbed at my chest over my heart as tears slid silently down my cheeks. His scent was faint, but it was still here and I was going to torture myself with it for just a bit longer before I had to get myself up and move on.

That's all I could do. But for now, I'd lay here and wallow.