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Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

I gulped nervously as Callahan closed the door behind me. The door fell shut with a soft click and I could not help but suddenly realize that it was just us two in here.

“Take a seat” He pointed to one of the many chairs as he walked towards his desk.

I look around and found a notepad and pen lying on the desk. “May I?” I asked, and he nodded.

I took it, mostly to give my hands something to do than fidget nervously. I clicked the pen and asked,

“So, everybody tells me you do not love parties or fun. What type of event are you looking forward to in that case?” King Callahan pulled his big, plush chair and sat in it as I opened the notepad, waiting to scribble.

“I am not sure but something that makes everybody stop eating my head”

Okay, that was not the response I was expecting.

“Hmm, why do you hate socializing?” I asked, and he furrowed his eyebrows,

“I don’t hate socializing.”

I repeated. “I think you do”

Callahan placed his hands on the table and countered, “Did you not see the dozen or so people who were in a meeting with me?”

I shook my head as he mumbled, “Oh right, you did not. You were too busy dancing…in a towel.”

I looked away from him as I recalled the moment I had been doing my little happy dance and somehow ended

my stomach. on top of him. That memory was still enough to make butterflies riot in

I did not look up but merely threw in another question so that he would not elaborate on that towel dance again. “Either way, would you want the event to be held here or somewhere else?”

up naked

Callahan considered it, “Maybe, the front open grounds should be ideal. We can have it in the evening so not everybody is packed under the roof.”

I scribbled on my notepad – he hates partying.

I gave him a smile and looked up. “Great, anything that you absolutely don’t want to happen in the event. Like something you hate?”

Callahan scratched his chin, “Loud music. Please keep it soft”

I wrote down- he is boring.

down my

the next few minutes, I asked him various questions about his choices and preferences, likes

time to time, he seemed to slip in some

to know more about him. King Callahan did not have many friends as far as I gathered, he liked to keep to himself but adored his beta,

was as ruthless to the rogues and his enemies. as he was kind

never thought of him to be anything but a growling, angry man hulk so seeing

now if we talk about colors, what color co–ordination or themes would you

and

at him.

going to somebody’s funeral,

look and asked, “Well then you tell me

the pen on my chin and muttered, “softer shades of pink and white along

be nice.”

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he gave me when I said pink was almost as if

by the way, was not too bad

as he muttered,

and said, “Of course, pink. It is a ball…a mating ball for Goddess sake, pink and red are

love.”

his pen and gave me an even

You believe in

piercing and I felt unnerved by his stare. “Of course I do. Why else would the moon Goddess give us

mates.”

not sure, maybe she is

fun of the moon Goddess, a deity we all revered.

the world is devoid of it. It is like saying the world does not need chocolates because

pen and I kept clicking it

can’t love someone? What makes you so sure of

place. I felt transfixed as his golden eyes stared straight at

felt my hands suddenly grow

you don’t love someone does not mean nobody

He got up from his chair and walked

of me.

on the chair and him standing in front of me, it felt as

placed his hands on the armrests of the chair I had

face at eye–level with me and

looked like a lion to me, both handsome and deadly, a fierce predator who was mesmerizing to look at but also very dangerous

his jaw and my hand suddenly itched to brush the pad of my finger

breathed and I blinked

mind and told me no, he can’t

he meant and blabbered

said ‘you can’t love someone‘ not ‘you don’t love someone…why is

away from me. I gulped again as I saw his expressions and the way he looked at me expectantly, waiting

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