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.

as he set Ella down, then gestured for me to follow him; as I did, it felt like I was

stone fireplace and two tall, arched windows. There was a mahogany desk in the middle

shut behind us. I stayed by the door, watching as Edrick casually walked over to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and sat down. “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied. I promise this isn’t a ploy to

it was you when I hired

together. “What do you

but I’m not completely detached from the

voice so Ella couldn’t hear. “…a prostitute. And now you give me a job opportunity?

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 seem like an arrogant asshole to you, but I do not owe anyone and I know a desperate person when I see one —

few steps toward him, clenching my fists. “I passed that interview fair and square,” I said. “Why are you making

sent it. I decided to give you a second chance, when there were

case? A pathetic example of someone who was just supposed to be grateful that the all-knowing and

one night stand was just after him for

the

door creaked open. Edrick and I both looked up to

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

“Ella–”

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

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

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