You Are My Mate, Ever

Regret

“Creek, my secretary, will arrange for one of our men to escort you to the 3rd floor. When you get there, you will be briefed on your duties.” Mr Peter thought for a moment.

“For security reasons, you are not allowed to leave the building from the start of the workday until lunch. One of our men will meet you at the gate each day, and will escort you back to the gate at the end of the workday. For lunch, your escort will take you to our cafeteria. I apologize, but you are not allowed to move freely within the perimeter. We have many enemies, and we are forced to observe this protocol for security purposes.”

“I understand. I can simply pack a sandwich, that way I will not need an escort to lunch.”

“ Lunch is free, Ms. Aileen. The cafeteria serves excellent food, and you should use this to your advantage.” Peter smiled encouragingly.

“Thank you.”

The man stood up and extended his hand to Aileer. The girl rose from her chair and placed her hand in his large palm for a firm handshake. He immediately released his fingers and quickly stepped back.

“Enjoy your work.”

“Thank you.” Aileen picked up her purse and left the office. Creek smiled and waved at her, getting her attention.

“We called an officer to escort you to the 3rd floor. You will be comfortable working here.”

Aillen liked the woman and smiled at her. “Thank you. I'm sure of it. Everyone I've met so far has been wonderful.”

“Except for the fact that you have to be searched every time you walk through our gates. - Creek snorted.”

“The guards had me searched by a woman, but it wasn't that bad. They are good at what they do.”

“We try. We don't enjoy having to search everyone, but it's necessary. A couple of weeks ago, a man came in for an interview, and the officers at the gate found a gun hidden in his underwear. He was sent by a group of haters to kill Boss Peter.”

"It's horrible." Aileen was shocked.

"Some people are jealous of our progress." Creek shrugged. " I learned how to use a computer and type so I could become a secretary. There was a human woman who did that job before me, but she sold some of the documents to reporters to make money.”

"What the woman did was just shitty." Creek nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Boss trusted her. She was like a grandma. Is that what you'd call her? I've seen Christmas movies and she was like Mrs. Santa Claus. It was sad when the old lady abused our trust, and it hurt Boss's ego. He liked her, and he felt betrayed.”

"I can't blame him. There's nothing worse than having someone you trust betray you. Especially for money."

"You've been betrayed for money?" Interest gleamed in Creek's eyes.

“I've been betrayed, but I've never had enough money to steal it, and I've never had any information to sell this material and hurt me. I just assume it's much worse when someone betrays me for that very reason.”

Creek nodded. “Do you have children? I like them.”

‘No.” Aileen shook her head. “I was married twice, but neither husband was suitable for the role of a father and was not faithful.” She shrugged. “I've given up on having kids now. I'm in my thirties and I still haven't found the right man in my life.”

“You had two couples?” Creek's eyes widened. “Did they die?”

“I divorced them. The first one was a cheating asshole who would screw anyone who said yes. The second one... well, he was a bum.”

“He lived on the streets?” Aileen laughed.

“I guess he does now that I'm not around to support him. He liked to sit on his ass all day, doing nothing, and couldn't get a job to save his own life. He was lazy, and I got tired of it.

I divorced him and he moved in with the woman next door. While I worked and supported him, he slept with her. I'm not a good judge of character when it comes to men. Now I know that, and I remind myself of it often, so I don't find another one.”

"I don't blame you," Creek sat up and squeezed Aileen's hand in support.

"Are you married? Do you have children?" Creek shook her head.

"I just have s*x with different men. I don't plan on mating with any of them. I am incapable of bearing children, so there's no reason to settle on one option. Men like to command. We've been ordered around our entire lives, and we don't want to be told what to do now."

A smile curled Aileen's lips. She liked Creek more and more.

“It's a very wise decision. You don't need a man for life. At least that's what I think every time some cute guy hits on me. Never, ever. I'm a mountain happier alone.”

The office door opened and a tall man dressed in a black uniform walked in. Aileen felt herself go pale as soon as she looked at his face. She had seen this man before. She couldn't remember his name, but somehow she knew him. They had met a few weeks ago, but she would never forget that face. Creek smiled at the man who walked in.

"This is John. John, this is Aileen Gordon. She will be working on the 3rd floor. You are her escort for the day."

"s**t," Aileen's mind screamed. "Maybe he won't remember me."

She froze in place, and the man's gaze turned to her. His blue eyes narrowed, looking her up and down. A sudden smile curved his lips, and she almost flinched, realizing that John must have recognized her. The amusement in his blue eyes confirmed it.

"You're the little woman from the bar who was run over by drunken men." He confirmed. "How are you, little woman?"

"Aileen Gordon," Creek corrected him. "Have you met?"

"Briefly." John chuckled thinly. "It's good to see you've recovered completely." He extended his hand to her.

She had no choice but to shake the large man's hand. His skin was hot. He released her hand but remained standing next to the girl. She had to tilt her head back to look at him.

"Call me Aileen. You're very tall." Creek laughed.

John nodded, still smiling at her.

“Come with me. I'll take you to work.” Aileen was tempted by the idea of ​​quitting her new job and running away. At least John wasn't the one she'd pissed off. "It could be worse," was a small comfort. She turned to Creek.

“Thanks. It was nice meeting you and chatting." Aileen smiled genuinely at Creek.

“I'd like us to be friends. I can find you in the cafeteria and we'll have lunch together. What do you say?”

“That would be great! See you at lunch!”

Aileen followed him out of the floor. He didn't once turn around to check if she was following him until they were inside the lift. She glanced at him cautiously, only to find him looking right at her.

“You work here now.”

“Yes.”

“You made quite an impression on Black.” John chuckled and started the engine.

“Who?” But she already knew the answer. Now she knew the name of the mysterious man she had managed to annoy. She would never be able to forget the man who had stunned her with his golden-blue wolf eyes.

“Beta Black was the man who brought you to life”. Her heart almost stopped.

“He brought me to life?”

"That was one hell of a kiss, but the 'brought life' part was a bit of an exaggeration."

“You weren't breathing when Black threw the drunks off your pinned body. He had to press his mouth to yours and breathe air into your lungs to get you to breathe again.”

“I wasn't breathing?” she felt a jolt of shock.

“No. he was helping your heart pump and breathing air into your lungs. Once he'd breathed life into you, he carried you outside to wait for the ambulance." John chuckled. "I guess he decided you needed more help and had to put his mouth on you again."

“Can we not talk about this?” her cheeks were burning. “Please? It wasn't the best night of my life and I'm still trying to forget all the details.”

“We can skip it. No need to worry. Black told me never to mention what happened between the two of you. I keep my word. We didn't write about this, um, incident in our reports”.

"Reports? Hell!" Even the thought made her even more confused. He had just said that they hadn't written about what she'd done, which meant that no one knew she'd been hitting on... Black. "Yeah, that name suited him."

She pushed the thought away. She'd called him her fallen angel in her head, and she hated the countless nights when he'd kept her up at night.

He had said that she'd made an impression on Black, but he'd made an impression on her, too. She kicked herself mentally. Every time she thought about that night, she could almost feel her hand in the man's pants, wrapped around his c**k.

"It's gotta be the alcohol. It just has to be that way. There's no way this man could be that attractive or that talented."

She smiled, remembering the old joke: "How do you get a guy into the Top 10 Sexiest? Drink a six-pack of beer." She drank mixed drinks that were much stronger than the usual beer or wine. Black might not have been as good-looking as she remembered. He probably wasn't even a very good kisser. It was the booze.