You will know the obvious signs, make sure to keep the vision clear. She will run into your veins, becoming the breathtaking poison, leaving you intoxicated with love ~ aysel inara [author]
'Why am I the only one supposed to do these stupid tasks daily? I'm the non existent boss' secretary, not some maid of these bullshiz people.'
Venessa strode out of her cabin holding a black plastic bag full of litter, and as usual the silence engulfed everything around her. The slender woman clad in box pleated white skirt contrasted with an orange shirt having collars, headed towards the elevator with her tired footsteps. The clacking of her heels resonated in the silent arcade against the marbled floor, as Venessa raked through her chocolate brown hair which were let loose. Now that no one was in the Corp except her, the poor secretary who was supposed to stay back and wrap up all the chores and prepare for the next day for her mysterious boss.
"I hate this, I friggin hate doing this each day."
She groaned and kicked her black heels against the floor, which only hurt her foot and she cursed her job even more. As much as she wanted to leave the job, Venessa was sure that no matter what she could not have find better paying job any soon. After all getting recruited in S-Corp was the dream job for anyone, the perks were higher and the wages were freaking good. However the biggest questioned still remained unanswered for Venessa, why would the boss hire her if the requirement for the job was equally exceptional too!?
The elevator door opened with a ding sound and she strode inside, the door closed and Venessa found herself drifting in slumber. Undoubtedly she was exhausted and did not want any more mess on her way to arrive. Living alone without parents her current job had been giving her more than enough wage to live without ever running out of the money. She leaned against the wall of the elevator which was cold by that time, the doors opened and Venessa strode towards the parking lot. Night had already fallen and the darkness engulfed all the sky which was not darker than the people's hearts who had been doing all the existing bad deeds. She dumped the litter in the destined place, and headed towards her scooter while clenching her handbag strap.
"What!? What is this...feeling?"
Venessa felt her heartbeat had suddenly increased which was an abnormal thing to occur when she did not even have any cardiac problems. the woman crouched down on the ground, her head became heavy and a vague sound appeared in her head. She could not grasp a hold of the beating heart and as Venessa placed her hand on her chest, the woman felt a sharp pain circulating in her head. It was the moment when a tall man appeared close to her unannounced, he wrapped his arms around her shoulder and helped Venessa to get up.
"Miss, are you alright? Let me help you."
His strong and confident voice somehow soothed her nerves and Venessa lifted her head up to see his face. Since the visible difference in their heighte it impossible for her to keep her balance. Venessa spotted his sharp blue eyes and long curly hair at first, the man appeared to be more than six feet tall while Venessa was five feet and four inches. However in that particular moment their posture made both of them seemed to be shooting some romantic movie, since Venessa was practically close to his chest as the mysterious man's breath fanned on her face. He leaned in with his striking facial features which made her numb, Venessa wanted to move her face and gaze away from him but somehow something made her fawn over him. The woman thought to herself and numerous questions bombarded her mind but no answer came in.
'Who is he? And how did he know I was here? Is he some kind of stalker? Or perhaps a robber?'
Venessa lifted herself up on the toes as she attempted to reach the man's lips, however the mysterious person smirked and opened his mouth to say something while he licked his sharp canine. On the other hand Venessa found her body uncontrollably drawn towards him, the man wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her body as she landed on his feet.
The whole scene seemed dramatically slowed down as the wind gently brushed her cheek and the loose strand fell on her eyes, the man lifted his hand and settled the hair lock back. His intent blue eyes were deeply darted into hers, and their flirty gazes kept on provoking each other. The parking lot was totally empty and except both of them no other living soul was present there, Venessa did not answer his earlier question instead she was about to kill his lips...when something poked in her lower abdomen.
"What is thi-"
Her voice got interrupted when she realized that the an was something more that just a pretty face, she immediately covered her eyes upon seeing him naked from head to toe. Venessa wanted to scold him for roaming around naked and on the top of that he even experienced a boner when she was standing close to him!
"Are you insane or what!? Why are you stark naked? Where the fuck are your clothes, man!?"
She yelled at him while controlling her own emotions, Venessa did not want to admit that the man's touch made her slightly melt between her own thighs too. However she did not get any kind of response from the mysterious yet seemingly psycho person, and it made her curious about the whole situation. She removed her hands from the eyes and once again she found herself all alone in the parking lot. The man vanished from the place as if he had never existed!
••••
The huge build of S-Corp was standing with its soaring high neck straightened up with pride. As far as one could see vertically upwards upon the known and yet mysterious building, only glass covered Corp came in front of the sight. But no one knew what secrets were lied inside the certain building, which had recruited thousands of employees and somehow the workers had been doing their jobs in spite of never seeing the boss. The S-Corp was a mystery and that's why most people avoided going there, but the rumours spread like wild fide which was negative by haters and positive by the workers who never faced any kind of difficulties during their time there. Yet all of the people were unaware of why they were not allowed to disturb the boss or to step to the floor of his penthouse. It irked them all that all of the dealings were done by the owner's best friend, Syler. The whole situation made it harder for people to understand why a boss would refuse to come out of his penthouse and hand over all the dealings in his friend's hands. However Syler was indeed a peculiar person if one would ask, women, booze, business knack, tours, dirty jokes and a scandalous personality would conclude him and his whole life in a few brief sentences. Whereas the owner of the S-Corp was never the headline, it seemed he had been operating the whole empire from shadows while the front line was given to Syler who reigned the headlines as much as he could.
"Again trying to pick up anything? You have just returned and should rest before getting to this."
Syler rolled his eyes as the man twirled the glass of whisky and strode towards the balcony of the penthouse. The atmosphere of the place was unnaturally cold but for some reason Syler did not feel any cold. The penthouse had an elevator as ingress and a piano right in the left side of the elevator, behind which a whole damned wine corner stood with its glory of ancient and expensive wines. Of course! The S-Corp dealt with wines and in no time they paved way to the top due to some secret recipe. Numerous paparazzi tried to dig in but nobody succeeded in getting out the recipe, it seemed that the recipe was specifically prepared by the boss whom nobody had ever seen.
Nonetheless Syler walked past the sofa and approached the tall man who was leaning over the railing. The man turned his head and his soul-piercing golden eyes stared at Syler keenly. The man's sleek black hair emphasized his unnatural golden orbs which seemed like a wolf staring in the dark. The annoyed expression on his face might have scared everyone else but Syler was not one of those humans who would get intimidated by his one single glare. The man knew his big secret which he had been hiding successfully from the world, since they both were a potential misfit for the human realm. A duo of misfit people who were banished from their kingdom, and took refuge in the human world and had been living like them.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you have a date with one of those from your collection of whores?"
Cyrille knew his friend's love life and mocked him for not settling for any woman he had met and potentially fucked till that day. Well, night. Syler grinned and entered the balcony as the cold air brushed his face and the man's eyes glowed crimson for a brief second. He was the in charge of all the work and business but apart from that the man was responsible for cleaning Cyrille's mess too. Since he was first in command of Cyrille as his beta, hence Syler was required to ease his non-existent burden. Syler handed over the glass to him and leaned on the railing too while his eyes glanced downwards, and all he could see were the small silhouettes of people from that height.
"Well, I'm still in a better position than you...who's looking for bullshit love which does not exist at all."
Syler addressed him completely opposite to the norm he was supposed to follow as a beta. He returned the mock to Alpha Cyrille acknowledging that his life was not on the stake anymore. Since Cyrille was not the usual Alpha and he opposed the brutality of the werewolf kingdom, for which he was banished to stir a new law and for trying to revolt against the existing ones. Cyrille did not reply to him at all as the man raked through his black hair with a sigh. He was well aware that he might not find his mate again after rejecting his potential bride in werewolf kingdom.
"Breaking so many hearts is not any good, okay. I mean I can understood those who are just dirty little whores, who just want sex and nothing else to do with the man they fuck. But what about the women who are selling their bodies to feed kids, and those innocent souls whom you trick with that sugary mouth of yours, huh!?"
Cyrille Domingo was the utmost perfect boyfriend one would want to date, the ideal man having drug lord appearance yet possessing a soft sushi nature. But the problem risen in the whole situation was_he was not a human, but a shapeshifting werewolf! The man rejected his mate back in the werewolf kingdom, because she was apparently in love with someone else. And Cyrille did not want to keep confined a woman who already had someone else in her heart, hence he rejected her to save her reputation and took all the blame upon himself. Syler did not want to hear his lecture of so called morals and principals, which were totally bullshit according to him, but it irked him each time when his alpha took sides with the women and talk as if he had known every single woman out there. Hence he kept quiet and gulped his whisky and closed his eyes to enjoy the air while they both stood on the top balcony of the soaring high building.
"Ugh....what...!?"
Syler snapped opened his eyes when he heard his alpha groaning in pain, the glass dropped from his trembling hand and smashed into pieces. Cyrille clenched his both arms while folding his hands oppositely, he experienced a sharp pain in his full body as some strange pungent scent intoxicated his nostrils. The man's eyes glowed even more golden and his iris formed two rings, one of black and other of golden shade. Syler inquired about his sudden shifting and agony but he could not comprehend what could possibly be the sudden stimulus, he saw Cyrille's canines growing into fangs and his body hair increasing in length.
"What is happening? Please, talk to me, my lord. Why are you shifting involuntarily?"
The beta panicked upon the change and had no clue why would his alpha shapeshift after years. But before he could do anything Cyrille managed to stood up on his trembling limbs and jumped off the tall building.
