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.

up at the sight of Liam. He's out

going to do here, document everyone's

music and a frown crawls its way up my face. "What te fuck? You were the one

having fun with him, damn

sleep with somebody else, I'd finally be able

once.

at home! Fuck, even on house fucking arrest if possible!" He closes his eyes, rubbing the crease between his brows before releasing

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Chapter 63

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

if 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 being dragged byt the wrist again with that unrelenting

like that, but not as much as his grumpy ass

I pull my arm back, annoyance striking my expression. "I'm fucking out of work, you don't have the power to exercise

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 anger. Now, that's

are in the headlines, Sinclair." He mutters, a silent plea. “The news-fucking- paper i you're not aware!" I flinch as he screams, his

eyes, on his ragged breath... his lips before

My mind is swirling with my vision.

need something to

I knew it, with both hands, I pull Liam's face to me. I slam my lips onto him with so

doing this? Aml

has to be a dream. I'll wake up tomorrow and then I'll

feel 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

drunk. He's taking the lead and my heated body needs some twisting gears to forget about the man

would be with a better man and you'd be with that bitch. I won't

against the concrete. My breathe is ragged and so is his- the only thing