Lorenzo:
I was in a hotel and I had a bottle of wine on my table. My hair was a mess and my eyes were
spinning.
I tried to sleep but rest evaded me. I wasn’t back at the pack. In fact, I never left. I had waited for
Erica to drive out of the airport before I took a cab to a hotel and hid.
I couldn’t stop thinking about my kiss with Clarissa. I thought I was going crazy. I could still taste
her lips and see the innocence in her eyes as she was lost in my touch.
It was a feeling that I had never felt before. I loved Erica but I never felt that way with her.
“Fuck it! I can’t fall for a maid! I have a maid as my mate!”
I gripped my hair angrily and took another glass of wine to calm my nerves.
I couldn’t get out of my relationship with Erica. I loved her and I also needed her money. I was a
billionaire but my business wasn’t doing so well at the moment. Being engaged with her gave me
some benefits that helped me continue to run my business despite the present difficulties.
I took another drink; I was still bottles away from being black-out drunk.
I held my head in one hand and tried to clear my head. But I saw Clarissa etched in my mind again
and I was felt with this longing in my soul.
I had been in this hotel for two days contemplating what to do next. I spent two days yearning for
her and two days giving myself reasons why I couldn’t see her again.
She was a maid. A maid to my fiancee. I couldn’t be with her.
As much as I told myself this over and over again, deep down, I couldn’t truly accept it.
I soon emptied the bottle and was left without another drink to drown my sorrows. My yearning
soon began to cloud my logic and images began to play in my head.
I could see Clarissa. Naked and beautiful, lying on the bed, her legs spread apart and her pussy
gushing juices. Fuck! She was ready for me.
I could feel myself filling her and her moans about how good I felt inside her rang in my ears. I
could feel her pussy gripping me tighter, drawing groans from my lips and…
No!
I banged my fist on the table repeatedly.
“No! No! No!”
I couldn’t contain myself. I had to go and see her. I wanted her and I didn’t care what risks I
would have to take.
I staggered to the closet and grabbed a coat. I put it on and grabbed my phone. My hair was a
mess and my breath smelled of alcohol but I didn’t care. My base instincts controlled me. I was a
slave to my own desires and this stupid mate pull.
I left the hotel and dropped my key off with the receptionist.
“Sir, when will you be back?” the lady asked kindly.
“I’ll be back when I want to. Am I not paying you already?”
My response was rude and rough and I bolted out of the front door.
The night was brimming with life and the air was cool and refreshing, carrying on its waves the
sounds of the city.”
I flagged down a taxi.
“Where to, Sir?”
“37 Blue Moon Avenue.”
He nodded and I got in. I admired the city lights and the happiness around me. As we drove, I
passed a club, Lush Royale, and saw a beautiful lady step out of her car and admire the lively
scenery.
What caught my attention was her coat; it looked just like the one that I had.
The drive continued and my ground burned even hotter. I was drunk and horny, a terrible combo.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and did my hair with my hands. It wasn’t perfect but it
could work for now.
In a few minutes, we pulled up in front of Erica’s house.
“We are here, Sir.”
I paid the fare and asked the driver to keep the change. I got out and hid behind a tree and
scoured the premises.
“Fuck! What if Erica was home?”
I smacked my face. I should have thought about that before I came here.
I whipped out my phone and dialed her number with shaky hands. My fiery lions began to cool
down and I was thinking a bit more clearly.
How could I be so careless? Was I really that desperate?
I called Erica but she wasn’t answering her phone. I called a few more times but it was the same
each time.
“Fuck this!”
I called Clarissa and the call connected instantly.
“Hello, who is this?”
Her soft voice made my ears tingle.
“Clarissa, it’s me, Lorenzo. Don’t yell.”
She gasped but was silent immediately. I could hear my heart beating wildly in my chest. Was I
really about to do this?
“Is Erica home?”
“No. She left on a little stroll.”
A smirk curled my lips.
“Stand at the window in the kitchen and turn the lights on. Where are the kids?”
I heard her walk to the kitchen and flip the switch. The room filled with light and I savored her
silhouette as I peeked at her from the window.
“The kids are in the living room. What is going on?”
I could hear the worry and uncertainty in her voice. I need to quell her fears.
“Open the back door and make sure the kids don’t hear you.”
“But…”
“Do it. Don’t question me.”
I heard her gulp in fear and could hear the locks clicking open. I saw her step outside and look
around in concern. She looked even more beautiful at night with the dimly lit lights.
I licked my lips and smiled.
“Good girl. Now stay where you are and don’t scream.”
I crept up on her, using the shadows as cover. My wolf was alive tonight. I could feel him like
never before. He wanted her. He craved his mate…