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.

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

the ceiling, with a large carved stone fireplace and two tall, arched windows. There was a mahogany desk in

I stayed by the door, watching as Edrick casually walked over to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and

knew it was you when I

my eyebrows together. “What do

may be stubborn, but I’m not completely detached from the hiring process,” Edrick replied. “I

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

night stand, because apparently your pride is more important than paying your rent. I may seem like an arrogant asshole

toward him, clenching my fists. “I passed that interview fair and square,” I said. “Why are you making it out like I’m a… a charity

the reject pile the first day you sent it. I decided to give you a second chance, when there

throat as Edrick spoke. Was this all I was? A charity case? A pathetic example of someone who was just supposed to be

“for a man who complained that his one night stand was just

he replied, fixing his steely gaze on me. “You know the stipulations of the clauses. And I highly

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

try to steal my daddy away,” she snarled. Even from where I stood, I could see her little fangs poking out and her claws extended. “You’re

“Ella–”

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,”

room, but the door

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