Chapter 4
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"Sir, don't pull down the boxers, it's not necessary," I said and turned to face the wardrobe, my voice laced with exasperation.
Again, as though he was eager to show me what was underneath the boxers, Rafael sat on the bed and was now attempting to remove his boxers as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn't right but again, I started imagining what it would look like - men with his stature should have… Yuck! I shouldn't be doing this. I snapped.
"Please, don't!" I said again and now, he looked in my direction and scoffed.
"Are you scared?" he asked and I huffed.
"No!"
"Countless women have been head over heels trying to see me pants down, why is it that you're different?" he asked.
I stared at my boss, Rafael Salvatore, unable to believe my current predicament. How did I end up in this situation? One moment, I was working on part-time jobs and the next, I was tasked with babysitting and helping to recover a man who was not only my boss but also an alpha of a pack and a billionaire with a notorious reputation with women. This was going to be a challenge, to say the least.
Also, a moment ago, he was a boss who wanted to make rules and was close to firing me, and now what was he doing? Flirting with me?
"You called me in here to help massage your leg isn't it?" I asked, not knowing what to say.
He reclined against the headboard and pointed to a balm on the desk. "Sonya, could you help me apply that on my leg?" he asked, diverting his attention from the boxers to the balm.
I nodded and walked over to retrieve the balm. As I approached, Rafael continued speaking. "Sonya, we need to be free with each other if we're going to work as a team. As a team, I meant if you're are going to be of help in making me recover quickly," he said, his voice matter-of-fact. "Ask me anything you want. Communication and acquaintance is key."
I couldn't help but snort inwardly at his words. "I have nothing to ask you."
I carefully started applying the balm to his injured leg, my focus on my task to avoid getting distracted by his commanding presence.
I found it ironic that this confident, powerful man was now relying on me for such a simple task. Maybe there was more to him beneath his intimidating exterior, a soft part, and obviously, a cocky, cocky? A proud dirty part.
My eyes were set on his injured leg as I applied the balm. It was not a natural medical predicament, it was a bite, one not to be healed by medical treatment. I know the smell of the balm, it was made from salutary herbs to heal werewolf-inflicted wounds.
But his eyes were fixed on me, I could feel them. What does he want? I wanted to know. I looked down at my breasts to confirm that they weren't hanging out and giving him a free show, and then I looked into his face.
He was staring dead into my face and I immediately lowered mine. Since Rafael was so insistent on this new level of openness, I thought for a moment, debating whether I should seize this opportunity and give him some pros and cons about how I'd prefer to work with him.
I felt like telling him to keep our partnership professional. Before I could voice my thoughts, Rafael probably noticed my hesitation.
"Fine," he said, breaking the silence. "Since you don't have a question, I'll ask one instead." His tone was gradually growing serious. "Who is Gracie's father?"
My heart skipped a beat and a lump formed in my throat. Gracie was my daughter, my precious little girl. I had done everything I could to keep her existence a secret, especially from the prying eyes that could lead us back to her father, Kantos, and the Beckmore pack.
I tried to remain calm, my hands continuing their steady motion over Rafael's leg. "I... I haven't... I mean, I didn't think it was relevant," I stammered, my voice betraying my anxiety.
Rafael's gaze bore into me, his expression unreadable. "That seems like an awfully convenient excuse. I have a right to know. You're a single mom and this can affect my reputation in the future. I need to know, Sonya."
I took a deep breath, mustering my courage. "It's complicated, sir," I finally replied, my voice tinged with both fear and defiance. "And I never planned on involving you in any of it."
The room fell into an uneasy silence. Rafael's eyes never left mine, and I could feel the weight of his curiosity and suspicion pressing against me.
"Okay, I will ask," I said hesitantly as a way out of my dead-end situation. "How did you lose your pack and what happened to your leg?"
"It's a long story, but I will make it short," he answered.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, his leg on my lap, eager to hear his tale. I knew I would have to reciprocate, just not tonight.
"I own the biggest pack in New Shire. It was my heritage from my father and my right to keep it. Once, we fought wars to get our territory and expand. When we had no opposition, I invented a transformation and installed peace. I organised a series of parties and banquets, birthing laughter and celebration."
"That seemed peaceful," I cut in. "What happened then?" I was done applying the balm and I wanted to go as soon as possible.
"The female wolves wanted their alpha to themselves so they warm my bed all night…"
This was what I wanted to avoid. I know this part of him as well as the whole of New Shire. I didn't want to hear it, particularly at a time when his eyes were filled with lust.
"I had all I could, penetration, oral, anal, orgy… I did it in the bathroom…"
"Stop!" I said.
"In the kitchen, in the pool, in the car, in the forest, as a wolf, as a human…"
"I don't need time to know about your s****l fantasies!" I said again.
"But then I stopped doing it rough and limited it to one woman per day…"
"What a saint you are!" I said and held my forehead between my thumb and index finger, letting out a soft sigh.
"Then the press got me and recorded a year where three-sixty-five different women stepped into my mansion. That's where I got the nickname…"
"p***y Mafia, innit?!" I cut in at the top of my voice. "I've read about you. I know it all but not at this... Just spare me that part."
"You asked, so I must tell," he said with a scoff. "At a time I became a wanna-f**k for the women outside my pack…"
"Oh God, no!"
"This was when actresses, models, musicians and businesswomen who were billionaires wanted to taste the one and only Rafael Salvatore, one who's said to have the sword of Damocles between his thighs…"
"What happened to your leg?" I asked again, raising my voice.
"There was one, Andreas, my second in command. He formed a coup against me, got a witch on his team and his fangs became a poison that could kill any wolf regardless of their rank, and then the rest is history."
Just as Gabriel had introduced him to me, he's indeed an alpha who had lost his pack and his leg, indeed everything. But I couldn't help to think it was his fault. Beckmore pack was filled with wars, continuous, not parties and banquets.
"But I survived, although my leg is out for now but I am still alive. And once I am alive, I will get what belongs to me once if you do your therapy well," he said.
I wanted to ask him a lot, and I wanted to warn him too. But he is my boss and how do I do that without overstepping my boundaries?
I wanted to ask him if he had continued his bed-warming streak after he lost his leg, and I wanted to warn him that while we're here, I and Gracie, his s****l fantasy must be held in a leash.
"I don't know if I should continue," Rafael said.
"I am done. Can I leave now?" I asked.
"No, not yet," Rafael replied firmly. "I need to finish what you asked. Don't you want to know if I miss that life or not, or if I regret it?"
Just as I was about to reach my limit, a sudden shout came from Gracie's room. My heart skipped a beat as panic surged through me.
"Mummy!" she cried.
In an instant, I jumped up from the bed and ran towards Gracie's room, leaving behind Rafael's salacious narrative.
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