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.

as I did, it

the living room and into his study; I remembered it from my tour with Ella earlier. It had enormous bookshelves lining the walls that rose all the way to the ceiling, with a large carved stone fireplace and two tall, arched windows. There was a mahogany desk in the middle of the room

to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and sat down. “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had

rubbing his tired eyes. “I knew it was you when I hired you.

eyebrows together. “What do you

from the hiring

I was a…” I lowered my voice so Ella couldn’t hear. “…a prostitute. And now you give me a job

the street,” he replied coldly, standing. “After that, you wouldn’t take the money I tried to give you after our one night stand, because apparently your pride is more important than paying your rent. I may seem like an arrogant asshole to you, but I

him, clenching my fists. “I passed that interview fair and

and folded his arms across his chest. “Oh, please. Your application was tossed into the reject pile the first day you sent it. I decided to give you a second chance, when there were dozens of other people with better

rise in my throat as Edrick spoke. Was this all I was? A charity case? A pathetic example of someone who was just supposed to be grateful that the all-knowing and powerful Edrick Morgan gave me a chance to work

I growled, taking another step closer, “for a man who complained that his one night stand was just

gaze on me. “You know the stipulations of the clauses. And I highly doubt you have the courage to

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

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–”

stop her, the little girl turned on her heel and ran away, sobbing. I whipped back around to glare at Edrick, whose gaze had shifted from cold to concerned in a matter of moments. “You should be

room, but the door was locked when I

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