Chapter 6 Another One Bites The Dust

Moana

I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, my back turned to the door as I heard footsteps approaching. How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago?

The footsteps came closer. I felt like a deer in headlights.

“Good evening, Miss Moana,” that all-too-familiar voice said from behind me. “Can we speak privately for a minute?”

I slowly turned around to face Edrick Morgan, the handsome and wealthy werewolf CEO, the extremely well-known public figure, the man who I had slept with two nights ago… The man who tried to throw money at my feet like I was a prostitute.

He stood in front of me with Ella in his arms, the perfect picture of a loving father.

gestured for me to follow him; as I did, it felt like I was swimming through mud, like my

walked through the living room and into his study; I remembered it from my tour with Ella earlier. It had enormous bookshelves lining the walls that rose all the way to the ceiling, with a large carved stone fireplace and two tall, arched windows.

one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and sat down. “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had

tired eyes. “I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it

together. “What do you

completely detached from the

I was a…” I lowered my voice so Ella couldn’t hear. “…a prostitute. And now you

street,” he replied coldly, standing. “After that, you wouldn’t take the money I tried to give you after our one night stand, because apparently your pride is more important than paying your rent. I may

clenching my fists. “I passed that interview fair and square,”

day you sent it. I

all I was? A charity case? A pathetic example of someone who was just

complained that his one night stand was just after him for money,

the

and I both looked up to see Ella standing in the doorway, tears streaming

she snarled. Even from where I stood, I could see her little fangs

“Ella–”

could stop her, the little girl turned on her heel and ran away, sobbing. I whipped back around to glare at Edrick, whose gaze had shifted from cold to concerned in a matter of moments. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” I said, walking toward the door. “You knew exactly what you

room, but the door was locked when I tried

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