Aisen:
So I began searching for her, like mad for two reasons: I wanted to reject her personally, face to face, not through a note. I needed to see her squirm in agony before me. I had no plans to seek a replacement; there was no urgency. To sever ties with her, I had to reject her, and for that, I needed to find her.
And the second reason, I did not want any of my loved ones to suffer because of a bad woman.
Days went by and turned into months; exactly six months later, I was entering my father Kevin's company. My brother Liam was working there, and I wanted to invite him for lunch, so I went to get him.
But from the moment I entered the building, I felt restless, unusual—upon reaching the 40th floor, a delightful scent filled my nostrils.
Vanilla, sweet wood, and a hint of chocolate.
Exquisite.
I was drawn to the scent, even my friend reacted to it.
My wolf Aiko growled with excitement.
Link
Aiko: She is not our mate, but still, she smells delicious. I'd love to devour the one who emits such an exquisite scent.
Aisen: No kidding, brother. That creature will beg to be beneath us soon enough.
The scent belonged to a human; there was no doubt. Nevertheless, I would enjoy her and make her cry for daring to arouse everyone with her fragrance. The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the 55th floor, the presidential area. I was so captivated by the scent that I forgot my original purpose, but to my surprise, the intoxicating aroma that drove me wild emanated from that very floor. Hastily, I exited the elevator, searching all around for that rich fragrance until from a distance I saw two men leaving my father's conference room.
One was around 180 cm tall and the other slightly taller, both sharply dressed. One had black hair and silver eyes, his scent of coffee, but with a touch of that cloud-jumping aroma and a familiar note I couldn't place. The second, equally blonde with sky-blue eyes, and his scent.
Vanilla, sweet wood, and a hint of chocolate.
Exquisite.
Wait, what?
A man.
You've got to be kidding me.
Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against it. Even if my mate had been a man, I would have accepted and loved him, but after my mate turned out to be a woman, now a man causes a reaction in me, especially this one, slightly shorter than me, with a muscular build similar to mine, his eyes cold, and a concealed weapon in his suit.
Damn, they were clearly a pair of mobsters. I hid to find out what they were talking about.
Then I saw the elevator doors open again, and out came Mark, my brother-in-law, who had the same idea I did. What shocked me was what I heard:
That damned fool was the imbecile who cheated on my brother and forced him to catch him with his lover while expecting his own child.
Yes, my family doesn't know the sad story of my little brother and his mate, but I do, and I've sworn always to protect him, and here was the scoundrel who found him.
"And what can I do?"
He sounded very agitated.
The bastard.
"Just get close, ask for a few minutes of his time to talk, apologize"if he keeps saying he isn't Mardel, then ask to be his friend, then little by little, pretend. Fall in love, I don't know, come up with something, but be genuine, be yourself, not that despotic, rude boor who demands and gives nothing in return.
The other charmer replied.
Now I'm furious. Not even with that rich scent will I take him to bed; he's probably another arrogant jerk just like his friend.
AAA
Why do such people exist everywhere; why are humans often so deceitful?
My ruminations are cut short as I notice that human alone—the other had left.
I just hope my brother doesn't forgive him.
I stride toward the human who makes me swoon with his scent, trying to ensure my actions match what I'm about to confront.
Aisen: Who are you, and what are you doing here? Last I checked, this is a decent company that has no place for mobsters.
He turns around, frowning, arms crossed, sizing me up. For a moment, I see him bite his lip as his gaze passes over my alert friend who is making a noticeable appearance.
Damn, just a look from him has me at a thousand; I must control this overwhelming urge to take him, penetrate him, and plunge into him until I collapse from exhaustion.
Cursed thoughts.
My foolishness betrays me.
Link
Aiko: Let's claim him before someone else does.
Aisen: We can't, that mobster is the friend of the idiot who betrayed and made our little brother suffer.
Aiko: But if we don't, someone else will take possession of that beautiful, exquisite, and highly desirable human being.
Aisen: Don't make this hard, buddy, control yourself.
His soft, sexy voice interrupts my chat, and as if that weren't enough, my erection starts to ache even more.
"You don't need to explain your business to us, kid. Why don't you go back to school and do your homework?"
Kid?
Did he say kid?
I scowl.
"Sorry, I think you're the one who needs help with something. Why don't you tend to it instead of bothering people, okay?"
I had to leave that place immediately; I had no ground to rebut, especially not in this state.
I turned around and began walking towards the bathrooms. As I did, I heard:
"If you want, I could help you out."
Aisen: No, thank you, someone else will.
"Good luck with puberty then."
I heard him mocking me further, but I couldn't linger any longer.
The playful giggle that escaped his lips pushed me to my limit, and the subtle scent of his arousal drove me mad. Reaching the bathrooms, I locked myself in a stall, took out my friend to stroke it a couple of times, and...
Damn, that was ridiculously quick.
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