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.

watched as he set Ella down, then gestured for me to follow him; as I did, it felt like I was swimming through mud, like my limbs were heavy

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. There was a mahogany desk in the middle of the room and a small seating area by the fireplace. At the time

the door clicked shut behind us. I stayed by the door, watching as Edrick casually walked over to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and

it was you when I hired you. I did it

together. “What

from the hiring process,” Edrick replied. “I wanted to give you a

my voice so Ella

paying your rent. I may seem like an arrogant asshole to you, but I do not owe anyone and I know a desperate person when I see one — so I did the next best thing since you don’t seem to like handouts, and I gave you

a few steps toward him, clenching my fists. “I passed that interview fair and square,”

pile the first day you sent it. I decided to give you a second chance, when there were dozens of other people with

started to rise in my throat as Edrick spoke. Was this all I was? A charity case? A pathetic example of someone who was just

who complained that his one night stand was just

the stipulations of the clauses. And I highly doubt you have the courage

door creaked open. Edrick and I both looked up to see Ella standing in the doorway, tears streaming down her

wouldn’t try to steal my daddy away,” she snarled. Even from where I stood,

“Ella–”

at Edrick, whose gaze had shifted from cold to concerned in a matter of moments. “You should be ashamed of

found Ella’s room, but the door was locked when I tried to open

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