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.

the hell, Taryn?" I immediately sober up at the sight of Liam. He's out of his black jacket and thin-strappedID but his neck tie is

What is he going to do here, document everyone's party

a frown crawls its way

having fun with him,

sleep with somebody else, I'd

once.

home! Fuck, even on house fucking arrest if possible!" He closes his eyes, rubbing the crease between his brows before releasing an exasperated breath. "Are you actually planning to drag

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Chapter 63

I want to forget about all that." I shrug, not caring a bit as I pull out a margarita from the

you-fuck it, you're coming with me." My eyes widens as he begins to step forward and the next thing I knew, I'm

are killing me from rushing down the stairs like that, but not as much as his grumpy ass

my arm back, annoyance striking my expression. "I'm fucking out of work, you don't have the power to exercise on me around here!" I yelled before another wave of the alcohol

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

flinch as he screams, his loud voice echoing around the wide space. The alcohol was swirling in my head

face on his blazing eyes, on his ragged breath... his lips before taking one step closer. What am I doing? My boy is moving on its own volition, what is

Got anything to say for yourself?" He sarcastically asks, noticing me closing in on him. My mind is swirling

something to

onto him with so

really doing this?

be a dream. I'll wake up tomorrow and then I'll be surrounded by wine bottles. I won't be

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

to forget about the man that's been occupying my mind.

would be with a better man and you'd be

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- the only thing we can