Bitten by Fate- Chapter Two

Wrenly POV:

Who knew that a bottle of wine could cause a 36-hour hangover? I knew it was a bad idea, but I really needed to just blackout the night at Indigo. The crowd, the touching, the dickhead. At least Trevor found someone. He had been Face Timing Teddy for the last day and a half. I really was happy for him. He was the kind of guy who was always looking for love in all the wrong places. He had been burned so many times. He came out when he was a freshman in high school. Luckily for him, we lived in a place where people were incredibly open-minded, and even though not everyone was nice to him, he had a lot of friends and a lot of support. More people loved and respected him than hated and revolted against him.

But the pool of openly gay boys was not very deep. It wasn't until we moved to the city and started attending college that he was able to swim in a deeper pool. But he just never found the right one. One-night stands and booty calls were great, but he did crave something real. And I can tell that Teddy is real. I just don't want to see him get his heart crushed, and I also don't want to ever see Teddy's dickhead of a roommate again.

DeCKer. That jackass who I couldn't get out of my head all fucking weekend. I wanted to believe that he was an awful person, but the way he talked to me when we were out in the parking lot. I thought maybe there was a nice guy inside of him. Then Trevor told me about what he said when he came back inside. How he had denied saying he was sorry and called me names. It did make me smile to imagine what his face looked like when Trevor smacked him. Pure joy.

However, the dream that I had about him last night made me angry. Angry because I didn't want to wake up. I actually had an orgasm in my sleep. Yes, I had a wet dream.

I was walking around the house with my glass of wine when there was a knock on my door.

"Trevor, did you forget your fucking keys again. I swear to God I am—" I opened the door, and before me was not Trevor. I looked up sixteen inches till my eyes met his. He had beautiful sage green eyes, long lashes, a beautiful smile, and a single deep dimple on his left cheek.

"What are you doing here? Still trying to win that bet, are you?" I turned to walk away, and he grabbed my arm. This time, I didn't yell at him. This time, I felt the electricity pulse through my skin. I felt chills down my spine. "Why are you here, Decker?"

"Because I know you want me here, Sunshine. Because I know I want to be here."

He ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. "I want to kiss you, Sunshine. Will you let me kiss you if I ask? "

"I don't know. Maybe you should ask me and find out."

He bent down till we were eye to eye. "Let me kiss you, Sunshine. Please. He took my chin between his thumb and index finger. I nodded my head. I need words. I need you to tell me I'm allowed."

I swallowed. "Yes. You're allowed." His lips pressed to mine, and I could almost feel them in reality.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," I let out in a breathy moan.

"What more do you want, Wrenly? Do you want me to kiss you again?" He kissed my neck. "Do you want my lips on your body?" He nipped at my skin. "Can I taste you, Wrenly? I want to taste you." He ran the tip of his tongue up the side of my neck to the divot under my ear. "Will you let me?" he asked in a whisper.

I put my arms around his neck, and he lifted me up with ease by my thighs. My legs were wrapped around his hips. I pressed my mouth to his. We kissed, soft at first. He walked with me attached to him like a koala bear, never breaking our kiss. I felt his tongue against my lips, and I parted mine, granting him access. The tips touched softly at first, and then the intensity started to build. He dropped me on the bed. I was in my nightshirt and a small pair of black panties. When he dropped me, the shirt rode up, exposing me. He knelt on the floor next to my bed like he was worshipping me like a Goddess. I could feel his hands slowly run up my legs, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"Fuck. Decker. Please." I am not sure what I was asking for, but I wanted it. He removed my panties, and I could feel his hot breath on my core. I felt the ache. I felt the need. The tip of his tongue ran up my folds. My breath caught in my throat. He made his way to where I had been craving a man to be, but I wouldn't let one go. His breath was hot. His mouth now latched onto my clit. He was sucking and licking. His tongue was swirling and flicking. He was taking me to a place of ecstasy that I had never been. He knew what to do to make me feel the most intense pleasure. I let out a loud moan. I moaned the name Dawson. I felt the vibrations from his moan.

"You taste so fucking good, Sunshine. I could live between your legs and never go hungry. Never go thirsty. You are fucking beautiful. You are fucking perfect. You're all mine."

I tangled my fingers in his thick, dark hair. I pulled hard on it. It sounded like he growled. My hips grinding my pussy into his face. I felt his cheeks on my thighs. I knew I was going to come. I was going to fill his mouth.

"Come for me, Sunshine. Release your pain. Let me pleasure you, baby."

Then it happened. I let go. I let myself feel the pleasure. I could feel my sex spasm. It felt so fucking good. It felt so fucking real because it was. I had released an orgasm in my sleep, stepped off the elevator, and hitched up my briefcase.

Work was the last place I wanted to be, and I was already anticipating the end of the day. I thought about taking the day off, but something told me that I needed to be here today. What that something was, I had no idea.

"Good morning, Miss Granatello! How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun? ...Did you do anyone fun?"

"Maria, I spent it in my room, eating ding dongs and Twinkies and watching Hulu. So, as far as my standards go, it was a fabulous time."

"Were you watching The Masked Singer?" she asked.

"Yep. Can you believe that Wayne Brady was the fox? How many times did those judges say it was Jamie Fox!"

"What about the peacock? I would have put money on it being Neil Patrick Harris! I was so confident, and then boom! Donnie Osmond! Crazy!"

"I know, right!" I squealed. "Me too!"

I loved Maria. She and I have become remarkably close friends over the last year. She didn't know anything about what happened to me, which was kind of a good thing because she didn't treat me any differently, unlike the people who knew did. When I met her, it felt like I had known her forever.

"Do you know that we have a--"

Her sentence was cut off. "Wrenly! My office, please!"

I rolled my eyes. "Any idea what he might want?"

"As I was just about to say, we have a new intern."

"Fuck. I completely forgot about that! So, what have we got? Guy? Girl? Unknown?"

"A guy. Very much a guy. A very sexy guy. A think about leaving my husband sexy guy. Like sexual harassment lawsuit kind of guy."

"Oh, Maria, you are so bad!" I slapped her gently on the hand. "But really? He's that good-looking?"

"Girl, when I say he's--"

"Wrenly!"

"I'm coming, Sir!" I picked up my bag. "I'll talk to you later. Lunch?"

"Definitely."

I double-tapped my knuckles on her desk and made my way to my boss's office.

"Good morning, Daddy," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Good morning to you, my beautiful Little Bird!" he said, kissing me back.

"Daddy, I thought we agreed that at work, we would keep it professional."

"Well, Little Bird calling me Daddy isn't exactly professional."

"Touche. So, why did you summon me to the boss's office?" I asked, taking a seat on the small couch in his office.

"I don't know if you remember, but the new intern starts today."

"Of course I remembered!"

"Maria reminded you, didn't she?"

"Okay, yes, but when she did say something, I remembered."

My father chuckled. "Well, you have been chosen to drive the welcome wagon."

"Chosen? By whom?"

"By me, of course."

"Daddy, isn't he an accounting intern? I am in advertising. He is not my intern. Have Carter show him around. That's who he is going to be reporting to."

"Wrenly, if I wanted Carter to show him around, then Carter would be showing him around. But I want you to show him around. And as your boss, I hope that you will do your job as dictated by me."

"But--"

"There is no but. He's the son of my closest business partner and friend. You are going to welcome him, and smile, and be the best damn welcome wagon driver you can be."

"Fine. Do I get a name? Or maybe you would like to tell me where I can find him? Do I at least have time to get a coffee first?"

"You can meet him in the conference room, and as far as coffee is concerned, you can take him with you. He needs to know where the coffee room is, too."

I scoffed. "I did have things to do today. I was planning on---"

"Nursing your hangover?"

Sorry, I went out and had a horrible time, so I went home and got a little drunk.

You went out?

Yeah, I met an absolutely awful guy who ruined my night and my dress.

I am happy you are finally getting back out there, Little Bird. I know it has been hard for you, but you are ready.

I opened my mouth to say something but closed it. What the hell does he know that? I have been in therapy for a year. But I surrendered. I stood up and smoothed out my clothes. I was about to walk out of the door.

"He's a very good-looking young man, Little Bird. Maybe you should--"

I held up my hand to stop him. Time to speak up. "Don't, Dad. I can say without a doubt that I am not ready, and I would appreciate it if everyone would just leave me be. When I am ready, you'll be the first person I tell."

"I'm sorry. I just want to see you happy again. Maybe even smiling once in a while."

I threw him a sarcastic smile. "I'm smiling. And now I guess I am leaving."

I made my way to the conference room. When I opened the door, I saw him standing with his back to me, looking out of the window. I caught his scent first. He had his hands shoved into the pocket of his suit pants, causing his jacket to rise. He had a phenomenal ass. His dark hair looked like it had been freshly cut. If the front looked as good as the back, maybe I will let myself finally—Oh, shit Wren. Can you just be professional? You just lectured your father about not being ready, and yet here we are. I cleared my throat, and he turned around.

He looked at me as if he knew I was going to be standing there. But obviously, he didn't know who my family was, or he wouldn't have treated me like a third-class passenger on the Titanic when we met at Indigo.

Fuck my life. Wait. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" I turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. Not today, Satan. I wanted to run, but it was as if my red bottoms were glued to the floor. I looked down at my outfit. I was in a short black pencil skirt, a fitted black suit coat, and was wearing a red camisole underneath. I wasn't embarrassed by what I was wearing, but I didn't want him to see me in it for some reason.

No. No. Why the fuck do I care? No, really, Wrenly. Why do you care? God hates me. I know he does. I mean, can Karma be bitchier! Is this because I stole Karla Smith's pudding in the second grade? Or because I started that rumor about Josie Dalton in the eighth grade? I set the record straight and owned up to what I had said. Haven't I been through enough in the past year? Okay, Wrenly Faith, get a fucking hold of yourself! You are a professional! And you hate this guy. Just remember the other night! FUCK! Dear God, what about last night? How can I look him in the eye when I am dreaming about coming into his mouth? I'm just going to quit my job. No, good Lord, you are overreacting! It's not like he knows that you dreamt. But you do. A little voice inside me said.

The door opened, and he was now standing in front of me. RUN WRENLY! RUN!

"Sunshine? I didn't know that you worked here."

I stammered a little. "It- It's my father's company. I run the advertising and promotions department."

"Your father is Giano Granatello?" He seemed shocked by the revelation. "I had no idea that--"

"Would it have made a difference? Would you have apologized right away for spilling the drink on me? Would it have stopped you from making fun of me?"

"It's just that my father has known your father for years. Decades even. Now it makes sense why I got the job."

"Great. Yay, nepotism!" I rolled my eyes. "Who is your daddy?"

I would love to ask you that question as I bend you over my—Nope. Don't go there. You can see your raging hard-on through these pants way too well. "Kristof Donafrio. I'm Decker Donafrio."

Can he sound more full of himself? "Well. La-de-da Good for you. Do you want a medal or a monument? Perhaps just a piece of humble pie?"

This girl really does hate me. I don't want her to hate me. Then maybe you need to stop being such a dick to her. Okay. No more comments from the den. I'm just saying.

"I do love pie. Peach is my favorite." And that is not what is going to help you look like any less of a douche. Remind me why I have to hear you. You are sort of genetically inclined, too.

"Are you like always on?"

"No. Occasionally, I like a woman on top." I bounced my eyebrows. FOR FUCKS SAKE, DECKER!

"Can we please start the tour? I have stuff that I need to do today. The first stop is the breakroom, and then we need to go to my office. I have to pick something up to take to accounting." This is where I would like to leave you... for the rest of my life.

Decker's POV:

"Follow me," she said, waving for me to follow her. I followed her. Her ass looked fucking choice in that skirt. I could stare at her ass all day. Then again, I could stare at her front, too.

"Here we are. This is the breakroom. Feel free to eat whatever you want as long as it doesn't have someone's name on it, it's fair game." She started opening the cabinets to show me various snacks and where the coffee mugs were. "If you use a mug, you make sure it ends up in the dishwasher. Same with the utensils. We run it every night, and if you wash personal stuff like Tupperware and shit, you have to pick it up when you work the next day. If not, it's fair game."

She reached up for a coffee mug. She looked so cute. She could barely reach the shelves. Even in her red bottoms, she was straining. She went on her tiptoes, and the little black shirt rode up her thighs. Her calf muscles were very muscular. For only being five foot, she had really nice legs. I wanted to know what it would feel like to run my hands up them. I bet she keeps them exceptionally smooth. I wonder what else she keeps smooth. You are an animal, you know that, don't you? I thought I told you to go back to the den? No, you said you didn't need to hear from the den. Oh, by the way, yes, I most certainly am.

"Did you hear me, Dawson?" She turned to me. "I'm sorry, Decker."

"Why did you call me Dawson?"

Why is he asking? He knows about my dream. No. How would he know about my dream? "I'm not really sure. It just kind of popped out unconsciously." She bit her bottom lip. Oh, fuck me.

Damn, that made her look so alluring. I shook myself from my thoughts. "Ah. Anything else I should know?"

"Umm. If you want anything, you can request it. If it's not too up the wall, we'll stock it. If it isn't popular, it will be removed. That's how we ended up with fruit snacks." She smiled.

For the love of Goddess, I love this girl's smile.

"Questions? Comments? Complaints? If so, put them in rewriting and deposit them in the suggestion box located over there." She pointed to the trash can.

She's funny. I like her. Yeah, me too.

She opened a pack of fruit snacks and popped one in her mouth. She licked her lips. Dear Goddess, I wanted to see those lips wrapped around my cock so badly as she was on her knees before me. The red lipstick she had on made them look so full and supple.

"Let's carry on." I followed her, watching her hips sway.

She's doing that on purpose, you know. You think? I know.

"This is my office," she said, going to her desk. She started to shuffle some papers around and opening filing cabinets. She must be rather good at her job or nepotism was working in her favor too. "Fuck. It's in my briefcase, which I left in my father's office. I will be right back. Do not move. Do not touch anything."

"Yes, Sunshine. Will do." After she left, I immediately started poking around. She had a large number of books on advertising, business strategy, and promotional material catalogs. She had her diplomas on the wall and framed photos on the top of a short bookcase. Holy shit! Is that her? It was a photo of her on a yacht. The name on the side said The Little Bird. Where do I know that from? I couldn't concentrate very well because she was in a bathing suit. The print was the Italian flag. She was thin and toned. You could see her abs and the muscle definition in her arms and legs. She looked like a gymnast or maybe a cheerleader.

Down boy! My cock was twitching and getting solid. You just can't control yourself, can you? Do you see this picture? There were more pictures of her with friends and family. I started to notice the weight creeping on and her smile fading. Not that she looked bad with meat on her bones, but you could tell that something had happened to her.

One last picture caught my eye. It was from when she was little, maybe around ten or a little older. It was her and her father in front of a lake. She had the cutest smile. It looked sweet and kind. She had pigtails in her hair. The girl in the pigtails and the purple bathing suit. My eyes widened. Is that where I think it is? No, there is no way. That's my family's ranch in Nevada! I picked up the photo. There I was in the background I liked about eight or so. Holy Goddess!

I felt a wave of guilt and confusion rush over me. I heard her heels coming down the hallway. She came in and caught me with the picture in my hand.

"I could have sworn I told you not to move or touch anything. She took the picture out of my hand and put it back on the shelf." She was in a huff.

I know her. Not just from the other night. Holy shit. Why didn't I recognize her? Why didn't I recognize her name? We spent the summers together. I always thought she was cute. Memories flooded my brain. Fuck. I treated her like shit. My friends didn't like her. They didn't like any girls. I didn't either, but I felt drawn to her. We made fun of her. We were relentless. I just went along with it. We called her names and teased her for the way she looked. We made fun of her just because she was there, and we were bored.

I am such a fucking jackass. Admitting it is the first step. Do you ever shut up?

I knew I have always been a jackass, but I never actually felt like I was a jackass. I never cared what anyone thought of me or their feelings. At least not for as long as I can remember. But now, with her, I do. I cared what Wrenly thought about me, how she felt about me. And she hated me and thought I was an asshole. IN FOUR DIFFERENT LANGUAGES! Maybe I should say I'm sorry? I did it before; I can do it again.

"Little Bird," I whispered. Fuck. We called her Little Turd. That's why I didn't remember her name! You were a gigantic asshole. I'm glad I didn't know you then.

"What did you say? Little Bird? Only my father calls me Little Bird."

"Wrenly. That picture. Do you know where it was taken?"

"I'm not sure. All I do remember is that I hated going, and I begged my father not to take me. I guess I blocked most of it out. The brain protects you. It will dump the things that hurt you the most."

"Does the name Dawson actually mean anything to you?"

"No. Why should it?" She looked at me, confused.

I dropped my head. "Little Turd," I mumbled. I saw her eyes grow dark and cold.

"What did you just say?"

I spoke a little louder. "Little... Turd." I could see the recollection on her face. FUCK! She remembers. Ya think!

"You." Her voice was filled with anger and spite. "Dawson. I remember you. The ranch, it was your family's."

I let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of my neck. "Yeah. We had a lot of... umm... fun, didn't we?" Maybe she won't remember everything.

"No, DaWsoN!" She poked me in the chest hard. "You and your shitty little friends had a lot of fun torturing me! You made fun of me every chance you got. You teased me because I was flat-chested and had braces, and I was so skinny you could see my ribs. What did you guys call me? Oh, right. You called me tortilla tits, and president of the itty bitty tittie committee and my favor was when you said i was a carpenter's dream because i was flat as a board!"

I couldn't look at her, so I stared at the ground.

"YEAH! That's what I thought!"

"That was like over a decade ago. You stopped coming with your family. Can't we just let--"

"Want to know why I stopped coming? Because I hit puberty! Someone you never did, MATURE! I didn't want you making fun of me because I grew tits, and my hips have filled out!"

"Oh, we never would have done that! I would have loved to have seen your big tits. I would especially would have loved to see them in that little purple bikini you used to wear. I would have paid a lot of money to see that." She shot daggers at me. Does it hurt when you shoot yourself in the foot? Just asking.

"Paid me a lot—you know what? This is totally inappropriate for the workplace, which, if you remember, we are at!"

"You're right. I shouldn't have even brought it up. I'm sorry that was stupid of me to do." Holy fuck. You just said you were sorry to her! For the third time!

"Maybe you should have because now I have a stronger and renewed total hatred for you. I was just starting to go from hatred to severe dislike. Let's just get this over with so you can be banished to accounting, and I can go on with my life in my private office with a box of thin mints."

"Sunshine, I'm sorry. I was a kid. I wish I could go back and--"

"Well, you can't; now, can you! Too little too late! And stop calling me Sunshine!"

She went over to her secretary's desk. She said something to her and pointed at me. The girl nodded and, picked up the phone, and handed it to her. I could see her arguing. Her free hand was going wild as she talked. Italian sign language. She slammed the phone down and stopped back over to me. She was pissed and cuter than ever.

"Let's get this fucking over with! Follow me."

I will follow you to the ends of the earth if you let me, Sunshine. I'm quite sure she would walk you straight into hell. Shut up, Dawson. Take a fucking nap