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As soon as I get the bullet out, the wound closes up almost instantly. It looks like magic and is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He lifts his shirt back up and fastened his shirt. Then, he turns and kisses me. Although it’s only for a few seconds, it’s full of passion. I get the feeling he’s more than relieved that bullet didn’t hit me. He pulls away and leaned his forehead against mine.
That scared the shit out of me, he admits.
What’s going on ? I ask, still feeling panicked, Who was that ?
I’ll explain, but I need to get you to my office first.
He pulls himself away and stands up, pulling me with him. With my hand in his, he takes me back out into the club and through the dancing crowd. It’s surprising that no one seemed to notice what just happened.
My eyes look around warily. I’m in fear that someone might try to shoot me again.
As soon as we’re back in his office, I turn to him. What’s going on Colton ?
Remember when I said that I have people trying to kill me ?
I nod. Yeah ?
That was one of them, he says and lingers by the door. I need you to stay in here until I get back. I have my pack hunting the bastard down, but I want to personally shove this bullet down his throat for almost killing you.
He holds up his hand, showing me the bullet. His face is twisted in anger.
Please don’t leave me here. What if you get shot again ? I panick. Do you expect me to just stay here ?
Yes, Layla, I expect you to stay here ! he shouts and I cringe. He looks guilty immediately and sighs. This person is a human and has been hunting me for a while. I don’t know why he’s back, but he has crossed the line by almost shooting you tonight. You could have di- He stops himself from saying it. -I have to go, Toby has him cornered.
He goes to walk out when I run over to him. I grab hold of his arm, stopping him. I take his face in my hands. Please be careful.
I’ll be back as soon as I can, he says gently and take hold of my chin, kissing me once again. He pulls away, breaking the kiss. Stay.
He turns and storms out of the room. He closes the door behind him, leaving me alone. I hug my body with my arms, my heart not calming down. I’m worried and scared.
Eventually, I sit down, not knowing what else to do with myself. What if he gets seriously hurt ? He can handle himself, can’t he ?
I look around his office with impatience, remembering back to when he first brought me in here the first night I met him. That seems like so long ago…
I push a hand through my hair, feeling so sick and confused, hating the thought of anybody wanting to kill Colton. My heart hate feeling this vulnerable.
I wait for what seems like too long, until the door of his office finally opens. I stand quickly and turn, expecting to see Colton, but I’m shocked into silence when a blonde walks in like a queen.
Jenny flicks her perfectly curled, blonde hair over her shoulder, her blue eyes pinning on me. She’s wearing a golden, silk dress that comes above her knee and a pair of designer heels. She looks like some expensive goddess.
Something lingers in her eyes and I know I should fear. She stops a few feet away from me and smiles.
Hello Layla. I swallow down a lump in my throat. Her eyes rake down my body with disgust. I don’t say anything, not knowing what to say and this makes her smile widen. It’s okay, you don’t have to look so scared. I know.
I frown. You know what ?
I know that you have been fucking my boyfriend.
I raise my eyebrows in shock and I have to quickly remember the alibi ; the story we came up with to cover ourselves. Is this what he was worried about ?
I don’t know what you’re talking about, I say, not really needing this right now.
Oh, please. She rolls her eyes. I’m not stupid. He likes screwing young brunettes your age.
My age ? Is that true ? I shake my head. I can’t let Colton down. I have to play by his rules. I don’t know what you’re on about…I don’t have to listen to this.
I go to walk out, but she steps to the side and blocks my way. I stumble back, not helping the anger that builds inside of me.
The last girl he cheated on me with looked like you. It saddens me that you don’t know who he really is, truly. Tell me, Layla, do you really know him ? He can be sweet for a while, he will even treat you like a princess at first, but he’s far from it, really.
My frown deepens, and even though I tell myself not to listen to her, her words start poisoning my mind. Truth is, I don’t know Colton very well. But she must be lying about him.
I’m not having sex with Colton, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to go.
I’m not done with you yet. She blocks me again. I ball my hands into fists, my blood roaring behind my ears. You know, when I first saw you in my house, wearing nothing but his t-shirt, I thought to myself that he must be so very bored to have picked a high school slut like you.
I scowl, something inside of me snapping. Well, when you walked through the door I couldn’t help but think what was he doing with a bimbo !
She laughs, obviously not bothered by what I said. Wow, mature, but let’s not forget that I can very easily rip your head off if I want to. I’m sure you know about our secret world.
Try it, I say through clenched teeth. You don’t scare me.
I’m not trying to scare you, nor do I want to kill you, Layla. I simply feel sorry for the fact that you’re so blind when it comes to him. Tell me, do you know anything about him ? His favourite shirt or his favourite song ?
I’m getting irritated. How is any of that stuff important ?
Okay fine, you’re right. Do you know how he likes it ? Sex I mean. He’s probably been holding back with you. I bet you don’t know that he likes his girls submissive. He likes hurting them. Fucking hard…
I don’t believe you, I sneer and she smiles.
You’re probably thinking he’s not like that, but he is. I mean, take last week, for example. His wolf was so angry, so frustrated, he couldn’t wait to push me down on our kitchen table and take me right there. She lifts her dress, revealing a large black bruise on her thigh. He likes it rough. It’s the way he is. Once he tires of you, he’ll dump you and move on.
I feel sick at what she’s saying. She’s sick. But I can’t help the doubt. Did Colton leave that bruise on her ? Did he really have sex with her last week ? Wouldn’t I have been able to feel it if he did, just like he felt it when Toby kissed me ?
I’m human. How can I even feel something like that when I’m not a werewolf ?
I’m not with Colton. You’re mistaken. I was attacked and he took me back to his. I went home the next day. I’m waiting to thank him, that’s why I’m here. End of story.
She sighs and shakes her head. I didn’t think Colton was that stupid. I smelled your scent on my bed, and again another night. You don’t have to tell me anything. I know.
I want to scream. I don’t know how this conversation is going to pan out, and I’m starting to get worried. Especially if she’s been sniffing my scent all this time.