A Wolf in the City

25. Just a womanizer.

17. Just a womanizer.

DANTE.

The horse riding whatever had ended on a bad note after the s**t that was pulled by Micheal Lodion, and even as I drive back home, TI think back to it and I am still not unfazed about it as much as the others were, because I mean, this is obviously Micheal Lodion. All of the researches that I have done on him and his father showed a lot of attrocities that has been committed by him and how they keep getting away with every single one. They are literally perpetrators of huge crimes like r**e, hit and run and even manslaughter. And because Rev Lodion is the chief justice of the country, his son never faces justice neither does he.

So why would someone like that who plays games with the lives of his own kind have any issue with taking out a horse just because he lost a friendly race. Spoilt brats, sore loosers.

And the fact that these humans continues to commit various atrocities while enriching their pockets and even governing the country while at it makes my blood boil every minute. I honestly could not care less about what these people do to their fellow humans on a normal day but now I care, they kill off my kind and continue to mess with theirs. I will have their heads in my paws. Soon.

I drive past a shopping mall and then I decide to stop on remembering the embarrassment of a handbag that Raven had came with earlier today. Just thinking about it makes me pissed so after parking my car in the parking lot. I walk into the shopping mall.

This mall has architecture schools and hospitals can only dream of. The ceiling is domed higher than any cathedral and made of the most beautiful glass. The walkways flow like tributaries to the main rivers of people, not a sharp angle to be seen. It smells like heaven in a hand-basket and the floor shines like the surface of a lake at sunrise. In the background is music to soothe, gentle flowing notes to take the shopper's cares far away. In a world so chaotic, it is orderly. In a world of pollution and desecration, it is clean perfection in a bubble-wrap. It is also always the same temperature inside no matter what the season is. The light is the same, the scent, the polished floor, the tense faces on the shoppers. Only the piped music and the fashions change.

What I have noticed about this particular mall since I always come to purchase stuffs in it however is that they always promise to split the rich from the poor and they do. Of course, then the malls falls into their own gaping chasm - the poor humans not having enough money to shop and the rich humans choosing not to rub shoulders with the riff-raff.

Also, people aren't people in here, they're consumers. They see one another as obstacles - both to walk around and wait behind for a turn to reach the tills. The only smiling faces are the ones who sell, their humanity used like a crude fishing line to reel the buyers in. It's a friendly enough place if you've got digits on your card, if you can line the pockets of the purveyors.

I walk into a bag store and immediately, a lady is beside me asking for what I want and need, I tell her to just give me sometime to walk around and choose whatever catches my eyes and she nods then walks away to give me my space.

The bell chimes signifying that another restaurant had walked in and I hear sighs from the staffs in the shop, I look back to see a woman and possibly her partner walk in while one of the sales associates rushed towards them both.

Judging from the demeanor of the staffs when they walked in, it is easy to know that these people are the typical troublesome customers. The angry customers that are unnecessarily rude even before they are being triggered.

This gets confirmed when she walks towards a shelf and picks one of the bags, while her partner was right beside her looking like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"Good day ma'am. Would you like to own the bag you're holding?" the social associates asks politely.

"Of course, why else would it be in my hands? Is it the most expensive? I want the latest and most expensive Callisto bag in this store." The woman says, talking in an undoubtedly berating manner that gets on my nerves even though I am not the one being spoken to.

When the lady spoke, there was a tension in her manner, a tightness in her face and her eyes move more robotically than others. Every move she makes is as if she's got some clock ticking in her head, perhaps that's the countdown to her next explosion. I doubt there is a thing in this world that can bring her joy, not a flower or a sunrise... just forever in a world of grey. As she surveys more products, fingering them as if daring them to tempt her and taking a small yet pungent delight in rejecting them... a micro-power trip. She selects something soon and then, in the process of the purchase she finds a problem and the venting will start again.

Ugh! Humans! Just blatantly stupid.

I mirror the expression of the sales associate and she does not look fazed about all the rudeness. Working in a luxury brand store, she must have of course had her share of wealthy people always talking down on her, she must have been insulted several times.

After all, one thing that is always common among the fans of luxurious brands is their pride and unnecessary need to make others feel less of themselves just to make them look more high class.

"The Callisto Verona crocodile shoulder bag is another latest and most expensive mini bag. It costs fourty thousand and five hundred dollars. It has only been bought by Princess Vittoria of Savoy, the famous Italian princess and Grace xumberg, one of the famous Hollywood celebrities. It is available in limited colors also, navy green, sky blue and burnt orange." The sales associate does another one of her explanations as she takes a bag she is talking about off the shelf.

It is a sky blue bag that has a crocodile skin and if I would be honest, isn't even all that. It is quite ugly and all but trust the fans to always buy them. The brand name is of utmost importance to them because if I am asked if it's worth it, I'd honestly give a big fat no.

She hands the bag over to the woman as she stares at it in awe. Her boyfriend simply rolls his eyes at her action not understanding what was amusing about the bag. And then he looks back at the sales associate, it was then that I notice the winks he has been throwing at her.

I shake my head. Pig.

I finally find a very beautiful bag that I am so very sure will match up with Raven’s skin properly, it is a black leather bag that just screams luxury at every angle of it but as soon as my hand lands on it, another hand does too.

“I had it-” I am cut short when I look up to find the owner of the hand to be Kai.

“Hm... it’s you.” I say and he shrugs, “I had it first so I am sorry to say that you would have to let go.” He says and I glare at him like he is simply just running mad.

“This must be some sort of joke, right? I clearly had the bag first and you just came out of nowhere and laid your hands on it too. We can just check the CCTV and see the truth.” I say as calmly as possible even though I am getting irritated by this man.

“That is a lie, Dante. I clearly had it first and you know that.” He says adamantly as he refuses to let go of the bag.

This is crazy.

Just when I am about to say something else, the previous sales associates walks up to us, “sirs, there is simply no need for that because we have exactly two of that same bag in the store.” She says and I quickly let go of it at the same time that Kai does thus letting it fall to the floor.

“You can have that.” I quickly say, the sales associates smiles at our very childish actions, picks up the bag and leaves into some inner room. I eye Kai vigorously as we both stand around waiting for our purchases to get packaged for us and when she hands it over to us both, we paid and walked out of the store into the large shopping mall.

I am about to ignore Kai’s total existence and just go my own way when he speaks, “I cannot help but wonder who you are about to deceive with that bag this time around, last I checked, you are just a womanizer and total playboy, seeing you lobbying here for a bag must mean that you have a new target you would like to play around with again.”

“Womanizer? Playboy?” I question with a raised eyebrow, even I do not know that about myself, that’s new.

“Yes, exactly. Your reputation precedes you.”

“Well, I can not exactly say that you are wrong, you might also be right about the fact that I have a new target I would like to play around with again and guess what, that person could be the same one you have in mind.” I say dismissively and then leave with a coy smirk knowing that I have successfully touched a nerve.