Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

It's a motherfucking friday for those asking.

I'm in my uptight bitch dress that goes just three or four inches below my butt cheeks, a prostitute's dress if they call it.

Someone could drop a pen and they'd be able to see Alladin's whole new world once I bend the fuck down. My heels are four inches up the floor and my hair is in a messed-up, come fuck me bun. I have no regrets.

This whole attention given to me by those stupid paparazzis just because I told the truth, contrary to the tiny speck of the same thing I want from Enoch-for him to look at me see me, to do something. It's clawing under my skin like parasites.

Did he really not remember me?

Was I just someone he somehow got a chapter of, but not of the whole book? Is that what they call it? A first love?

Maybe for me, but definitely not for him.

My head is spinning and so is my hips as I brush them up and down the man's crotch behind me. I don't have an idea of what I'm doing but I sure as hell know the alcohol is taking effect. The club is packed. I can smell both wolves and humans but I'm too drunk to differentiate both which is probably dangerous, but still.

The music is playing a vibrating music I can feel up my ass from how loud it's shaking the entire place. The head maid would kill me if she ever was alive to see me like this.

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But this is Werewolf Free City. No Alphas, No Omegas-aside from the monarchy who doesn't give a flying fuck-and their King who has no intention of sparing me a glance. No barriers or any social status. Heck, we're even mingling with humans -absolutely nothing is impossible.

The man humps me from behind as I twerk it all out. That tequila I've been downing since earlier has settled into my brain like a plague. "Damn, this girl is out of it!" The man yells at his friends and they all laugh.

Just then, something-someone grabs my wrist so hard I nearly faceplanted onto the floor with these heels. "Watch it, man!" I hear the man I'm dancing with loudly scream through the blasting music.

"Fuck off, Hardin." The man's familiar voice yells back. I immediately turn to see his angry eyes, annoyed he's ruined my

fun.

Oh fuck me.

It's him.

at the sight of Liam. He's

In a club? What is he going to do here, document everyone's party

He screams through the music and a frown crawls its way up my face.

was having fun with him, damn

somebody else, I'd finally be able

once.

rubbing the crease between his brows before releasing an exasperated breath. "Are you actually planning to drag the entire company down with you?" He

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forget about all that." I shrug, not caring a bit as I pull out a margarita from the waiter trailing around with a tray

and the next thing I knew, I'm being dragged byt the wrist again with that unrelenting grip

are killing me from rushing down the stairs like that, but

don't have the power to exercise on me around

he runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated now. Liam then pulls his necktie as he inhales a deep breath, he's turning

screams, his loud voice echoing around the wide space. The alcohol was swirling in my head but it's doing nothing to avoid his anger right

lips before taking one step closer. What am I doing? My boy is moving on its

on him. My mind is swirling with my vision. My eyes rakes him again and this time,

something to

onto him with so much force he had to open his mouth to breathe,

am I really doing this? Aml making out with

a dream. I'll wake up tomorrow and then I'll

to relax, his hand wrapping around my waist, and before I knew it, his tongue is responding back, clashing onto mine as

my heated body needs some twisting gears to forget about the

and you'd be

I knew, we're kissing like animals as he pushes me on a nearby wall, my back slamming against the concrete. My breathe is ragged and so is his-