I was already feeling disturbed by her presence, seeing that she had already called me twice on the same day that she arrived at the mansion. None of my staff had ever had direct access to me like that except for my chief security and my assistant at work. This was the reason I was already finding her presence too bothersome, and when she called me that evening to meet her in her living room, I wondered what she wanted to talk about.
I found it a bit funny when I got there and she was trying to make me bend the rules by giving her an exception.
"I cannot be confined in here for the next nine months; believe me, I know I cannot do it." she said to me, and I was staring at her in the silence, waiting to hear what all options she was going to bring to the table.
Her straight black hair kept flying as she moved her head while speaking, and I could hear her voice breaking at several points.
"You should also tell me how you want to get that freedom and still be safe here because I was very clear when I gave you those rules; I told you I was doing them to protect you." I said to her.
"I do not get it, Donald. If I am going to be pretending to be a wolf, why do I need to hide?" She asked me at that moment if I wanted to speak, but I realised that she was right.
If she was truly going to pretend to be a wolf, then there was no need to hide in there. She just needed to do a good job at keeping that sacred, or else it was going to mean losing out on both of us.
"Fine, you have a point, but I am only going to grant that request if after one week of your stay here I see that you are truly doing your best to pretend to be a wolf because that's the only way I would let you go out freely," I said to her in a tone that made it clear that I was not joking, and slowly she nodded her head without saying another word.
"The girl, your help, is she doing okay?" I asked her, standing up from the couch as I straightened my shirt to leave.
"I was going to say she's too young for this responsibility, but I understand that she's only doing it to pay for her education, so I don't want to put her out of her job," she said to me, and I was rather surprised that she was so concerned about a person who was supposed to be there to serve her.
I had noticed the age imbalance when Sophia applied for the job, but I knew humans would do anything to make money, and she seemed very experienced, which was the reason I had Taylor pick her.
"Let me know if she gives you any trouble," I said to her. Without waiting for her to say anything in response, I turned around and walked over to the door, stepping out of the door immediately.
If she was really aware of how much I was trying to put up with her presence every single time, she would do me the greatest favour of trying to keep her distance.
I was only doing this because for some reason I felt like bringing her close was going to guarantee me my pup's safety, not because she was homeless. First, I cared less about humans, and I mostly hate the feminine scent, whether human or wolf.
Just as I walked down the stairs leading to the main living room of the building, I perceived a familiar scent, a scent I have been doing my best to put up with for a long period of time, and in no time it showed up before me.
"Vanessa? "What are you doing here?" I asked her as I suddenly stopped walking, folding my hand around my chest.
Vanessa was a friend that I could not put away. I had tried different ways to make sure that I destroyed the relationship between us, but she just would not go.
Despite how strict my rules about females were, Vanessa always tries to defy that, and every single time I allow it.
"Come on, Donald, you're only seeing me after, like, a month, and you do not even appreciate my presence?" She
asked me, but I looked away because I wasn't counting, and to me it was not long ago since she last bothered me with her presence.
"I have told you not to sneak up on me; if you want to come here, you let me know you're coming," I said as I took the last two staircases, walking past her into the living room.
"What is so wrong with coming to check up on my childhood friend Donald, tell me?" She muttered, and she turned around, walking back into the living room.
I knew I could not put up with her in a fight, and the only thing I needed to do was excuse myself because that was the only way she would leave.
"It is a good thing that you see it important to check on me. I really do appreciate it, but I need to go out right now, and I can drop you off if you want," I said to her as I picked out a car key from the jar on the centre of the table.
"Let's take the red one," she instantly remarked as I turned my gaze to her surprisingly.
"What?"
"The red car – let's take that one," she said, making a petty face.
"Do you think I'm going on a car race?" I said, ignoring her request.
"Come on, Donald, why can't we?" She asked.
"Because I have a meeting with a business partner, Venessa, and I cannot be showing up in a sports car!" I said, raising my voice high enough so that I was not yelling.
"Fine!! You should have said that. "You're dressed up casually, though, and you look so hot," she said as she moved closer to me, running her hand down my chest, but I held her hand off my chest, holding it tight in the air as we both stared into each other's eyes.
"What is the matter with you?"