CHAPTER SEVEN

I'm waiting outside my door waiting for the Queen to open the door. I roll my eyes. It's freezing outside here since I'm not wearing anything. I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting.

But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now.

Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks.

"Sorry for the wait I was taking a shower," She said biting her lower lip. I stood still, ogling at her.

"Fuck" I cursed to myself. What is this lowlife doing to me? 

"I just came to get my shirt but I see you're using it I'll get another one" 

I look for my shirt in my wardrobe when I find it and turn, she's gone 

I sigh in relief I head to my bathroom and I get there, she's there.

This girl is everywhere I go.

"Can you pass me the perfume" she follows the direction I'm pointing at and takes it.

Suddenly she stumbles, a normal person would've seen that there's water splashed all over the bathroom and would've been careful but not her. She's very ignorant and untidy.

Look at all the hair on the floor she's going to clean this place.

I try catching her so she doesn't fall but I fail and we both land on the ground.

The minute we fall, her lips smash on mine, and we lay there for a while without kissing . I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist hoping she'd open her mouth and let me kiss her.

The longer we spend holding each other like that the more my shaft grew harder and harder.

My breathing rate intensified as she put her wet hands on my bare chest, and moved her thighs.

I surely need a cold shower after this.

I stare at her and she smiles and I smile too. It almost feels real for a second until she stops smiling and looks furious instead.

"Umm... can you" she looks at my arms as they are just wrapped around her waist, I let her go and stand.

"Here's your perfume I'll be down in a few minutes" she shut the door and runs to the bathroom.

I sigh and look at my shaft. This is going to be one hell of a journey.

I'm sipping coffee while going through some emails when suddenly I heard someone clearing their throat. 

I turned to the person and then back to my laptop because I thought my eyes were deceiving me. 

I did say she should look sexy, but I didn't say she should look like a whore!

This thing was barely covering her butt

"What the hell are you wearing?" I bawled. She looked at her dress, then at me.

"What people decidedly call a dress," so she was not even shameful of wearing this short dress

"I can see very well you're wearing a dress but what kind of a dress is this!?" I walk closer to her 

"A black backless one," she says as if I don't have eyes to see that.

"That's not what I mean why is it soo short," I say and try to pull it down

But the dress doesn't seem to want to go down.

"Weren't you the one who gave me this?" She asks.

 The Goddamn dress won't go down.

"It won't go down," she says and I stop

"Damien!" I call for my beta and best friend. I told him to buy a dress. Not a lingerie

"Dude you can just mindlink not shout like this," he says. I know that but I wanted him to see my wrath.

"And who is this hot sweet angel with you?" Damien asks and pulls her hand and kisses the back of it. Talk about a real Casanova

"Hi, I'm Damien," Damien says the moment he spots her next to me. She's hooked, she's even smiling at him. She didn't smile when she first saw me. My heart stinks a little bit.

"Nice to meet you Damien" she pulls him in for a hug

She whispers something to him and he chuckles. Have I gone invisible to them? Because they're acting as if I'm not here

"What is this that you've bought?" I point at her dress.

"A dress" Damien answers. She laughs but I shot a cold glare at her.

"Relax this dress will take those guys to a world of desires, it's perfect, right agent A?" She nods. 

"See, I gotta go, I love you, agent A," he says as he leaves the room.

"I love you too Damien," she says, smiling. 

"Who permitted you to talk?" I look at her with my eyebrows raised. She's grown quite a nerve since Damien arrived here

"I was talking to Damien" she replies

"Shut up!" I walk out. If I stay here I'll kill her.

With the way this girl is acting up, I'm going to end up killing the living daylights out of her.

I hate how indifferent I feel towards her, one minute I'm my usually self, cold and arrogant or so she describes me, and then miraculously I'm this nice guy who feels affectionate towards her.

And I know I have to hate her, I need to know her motives, because trust me there's no way in hell a rogue can just come to the world's most powerful werewolf pack looking for a place to stay.

I find that hard to believe, she's here for something, and I won't let her succeed if she wants to harm my pack.

For what's worse I can't prove she's a rogue she has a scent she doesn't smell like rogues do, it's only I who smells and feels she's a rogue.

If she was a stray person, why hide her true identity? For protection? I don't think so.

My pack and reputation are what's most important to me and I will do anything to make sure I protect them.

But for that to happen, I have to stop letting her live rent-free in my mind she constantly invades my mind everything I do, I think of her.

The door and my office swung open and there she appears. I heave a sigh. No one invades my privacy she is supposed to knock before coming in but no, she barges in. She's superb at breaking rules.

She seems furious but I can take that. Besides she is beautiful when she is furious so I don't mind looking.

"Bane!" She shouts.

Another thing that is a no-go area, shouting at me and calling me by my name, even my grandma doesn't call me Bane.

She doesn't even wait for me to respond

"Stop spacing out, I need the bathroom your house is so big it's confusing me I don't even remember the room I took the shower in" I chuckle softly and stare at her, again!

"Bane!!!" She shouts louder than the last time. Only heaven knows why I find her behavior now, amusing.

I come back from my thoughts and shift my entire attention to her.

"The bathroom!" She says, surprisingly I show her my bathroom which is situated in my office. The one, no one uses.

By the time she comes back, the old hags have already arrived.

"Given that you didn't welcome them as we pertained to you'll serve them" she nods and clasps her hands together they're sweaty, which can only mean she's nervous.

"Relax you're gonna be okay I'll be there with you all the time" 

She nods again.

She goes to the kitchen while I join the men again in the dining room, my thoughts still focused on her.

Maybe I should've told her to not go ahead with the plan.

Just as I was about to text her she walks in with a tray carrying beverages she even applied black lipstick.

"Good day gentlemen," She said as she entered the room and they nodded foolishly smiling.

Oh so she's enjoying this, I thought she was scared and angry. What a prententious bitch.

She serves George his coffee. The old guy gawks at her legs.

So like most men, he likes beautiful legs. I look at him with disgust.

She moved to John and pours his tea, nervously her hands shaking. Their eyes locked together and what he did next angered the shit out of me.