~ISSA
I realized that I made a grave mistake showing Andrea that I knew what she was up to.
I knew because she slammed the door shut, instead of leaving my office and stubbornly took a seat on the arranged sofa beside my small library of books.
I sighed wearily as I went to the small cabinet that I installed in my office by the desk and poured myself and her a drink from a bottle of my best vodka. I did not drink much and it was just there for show. However, sometimes, I invited people over to celebrate with me any time we hit or surpassed a profit margin in the company.
Most people was Deucalion.
I handed her the drink and held on to mine as I took a seat beside her. Andrea looked genuinely sad as she sipped the alcohol but I had no sympathy for her.
“I don’t really care but if you want to talk about it, I am all ears,” I told her. “What did Duke do to you that was so bad you had to open up your legs to his business rival?”
“He always wanted a son, you know,” Andrea mused. “After Iris, he was really hoping that mother would give him a boy but when I came, I became the object of his disappointment.”
I knew the story well. I had heard it countless times and it was one of the reasons Andrea was a known slut in the corporate world. She fucked her way to the top, fucked her way out of a problem, fucked her way into a problem and even fucked her way into starting a problem.
All this was to get her father’s attention but Duke was only more distant.
“Well, you really behave like a man if you ask me, with all those body counts,” I said to her with a small sympathetic smile.
“I don’t think he sees it that way and it is all because I have a vagina,” She replied and drank from her glass.
“Or maybe you should be more business minded and ruthless like your big sister,” I suggested.
“Please, Iris is nothing more than a stuck-up bitch!” Andrea spat angrily. “Pretending like she does not want her mouth around your cock,” She added maliciously.
I smiled and shook my head. Iris had been my first experience at pleasure, she had some rather interesting sexual kinks that bothered me psychopathically. I lightly shuddered thinking about some of them. Iran had loved the times we had with Iris.
I had a feeling that he still did.
“Delete the video,” Andrea whispered.
“Promise to be a good girl?” I asked.
“You know I cannot do that, Issa, I am a lost cause, I am damaged and unloved,” Andrea said with a playful pout. She never took anything seriously. Especially when it came to me.
“Have you tried looking for your mate?” I asked.
“I have found him, and it’s you, whether you like it or not,” She whispered and tucked her long hair behind her ear.
How did we even get here?
The Craven and the Frostwood families were allies back when the world was less civilized and more primal. The world was still new, so much so that only war and blood mattered. I was still but a boy when I lost my parents to the War of The Black Rose. A terrifying bloodshed between the wolves and the witches of eternal darkness. A war that still brewed until this day. It was rumoured that the Cravens had a special connection to the goddess of the moon, Lunaria but they lost that connection and nobody knew why.
I knew the reason why Duke felt disappointed with his daughters. None of them were chosen by the goddess. So, he believed that a boy child may change his fate. I felt sorry for him.
“Your delusions will only bring you pain, Andrea,” I told her sadly.
“Do not worry yourself, Issa, for I understand the language of Pain, I was born with it,” Andrea replied and stood up.
Every wolf had that special ability that made them unique. Andrea’s was to induce pain telepathically. Maybe that was why she did not mind the harsh way I was rejecting her. Maybe she was addicted to the heartbreak I caused her.
The door gently sounded with a knock. “Who the fuck is it?” Andrea snarled.
The door gently opened and Mark humbly walked in. He looked lean and sickly.
It must be from the lack of funds. The funds that I had taken from him.
He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other and looked at the ground. One of the reasons that made me dislike Mark was that he was human. I had little love or concern for humans. I understood the reason Deucalion hired him but I still hated the fact that he was placed in such a high position.
“Assistant Vice President,” Andrea said with mischief in her tone. “What do you want?”
Mark adjusted his glass and nervously cleared his throat.
“Please, Issa, I just want my money back,” He begged and I could see that he was stressed. Before I could speak, Andrea interrupted.
“What are you willing to do for it?” She asked as she came back to sit down.
I did not like where this was going. I could literally see the crazy wheels turning in Andrea’s head as she held onto her empty glass cup.
“At this point, anything, please, I am desperate,” Mark said in a mixture of weariness and resignation. “I am owing some bad shit crazy people and they are going to kill me,” he said as his voice wavered.
He was so pathetic, I almost sneered.
“Be a darling and pour me a drink, perhaps, I can convince Issa to return what he took from you,” Andrea purred.
Before my eyes, Mark scrambled to gently take the cup from Andrea and filled her cup to the brim with my alcohol. I saw him transform from a pompous businessman to a desperate slave.
Yet, before I could speak, I felt Iran stir angrily within me.
Something was going on with Yulia!