As if my day wasn't shitty enough because of how late I had woken, an idiot splashed muddy water with his sleek red Audi on me.
I didn't see my first ever interview to be this exasperating and exhausting, since I have never had a proper job before. This could be my first job or not, which solely depends on what would be the outcome of the interview.
Luckily, the bastard that sped by me had only splashed water on my legs.
I brought out the flask filled with water I always carried about and made use of some liquid in it to rinse my leg before stepping to the front of the company's gate.
My jaw slackened, and a smile brightened my face as I gazed at the magnificent glass-walled, seven-storey structure which stood in front of me.
Aiden Inc. was in the heart of West Vale, and it was hard to miss. It stood near another grand building, which was used as a bank.
This side of the town, which was commonly known as District One by the locals, filled with grand corporations which were owned by individuals, or so I was told.
“At last, I am in Aiden Inc.” I breathed out, grinning.
The most reputable company in West Vale and the place I fantasized about working in since after I had graduated from college with a first class in business management. It was a big feat, as I wasn't that smart to begin with.
The concierge ushered in me without many questions.
“Top floor.” He murmured, pointing in the elevator's direction.
Shutting my eyes, I stepped into the lift, and I counted at least up to ten seconds as my stomach did a flip-flop at the twirling motion. I inhaled deeply, shoving down the nausea that threatened to spill out.
Eventually, the elevator ceased, and I stepped out with ten other people I didn't notice entered. They all had a brown envelope with them like the one with me and strode in the same direction I did.
I brought out a mint from the black bag with me and popped it into my mouth before stepping to the receptionist's area.
The soft clicking of heels sounded throughout the rectangular hall with a glass mirror partitioning it as I walked towards the two girls who stood at the far end in large cubicles, with the inscription receptionist boldly written on them.
Both had fiery red hairs, blue eyes and burgundy lipsticks on their full lips.
And they wore the same black-coloured tight dress that showed their ample chest.
Though it appeared professional. However, it was revealing.
Yet, I thought Aiden Inc. was known for its strict dress code because I had heard from several individuals, Renee included, about how strict the interviewer was.
A wrong outfit would disqualify a person from getting an interview. Hence, the reason I was in this drab suit she picked out.
Perhaps it was a ruse to make the company appear decent, since the two girls in front of me had dressed like they were going for a party rather than for work.
“How may I help you?” Red-Haired one whose name on her badge reads, Claire inquired.
A wide smile painted on her lips as she stared at me. The other girl, Carol, was conversing with someone else, and she appeared to be nicer than Claire.
They looked like twins for, both share similar features-round faces, pointed chins, full lips and a wide smile. The only difference between them was Claire's hair was slightly lighter than Carol, whose was a deep shade of red. Also, Carol's nose seemed broader than Claire's, or perhaps she had flared it.
Two sharp canines that resembled a fang pierced out of Claire's mouth as she continued strangely grinning at me. Her crystal blue eyes flickered to red briefly, or maybe I had imagined it, whilst she assessed me as if she knew me from somewhere. She crinkled her nose, and I noticed a vein pop out on her neck.
“Claire.” Carol let out a low inhuman sound that sounded more like a growl, then smiled innocently as I gawked at her.
I did an eye roll, then listened to the direction of where the interview was going on. Even with my attentiveness, I knew I would get lost because I was bad at knowing places.
“Follow me.” A gorgeous blonde ordered as she stepped towards the cubicle.
The only blonde I had seen so far. Unlike the two red-haired, she donned a pale blue gown with cap sleeves, a sweetheart neckline which modestly highlighted her cleavages, and it reached below her knees. Her blonde hair was in a high ponytail and her eyes, a crystal blue, smiled kindly.
I returned the smile, then scrambled after her as she moved. Strangely, she had a long stride despite her petite frame, and she moves quite fast too.
Our journey to the interview room was silent, and the blonde was somewhat nice, as she had told me to refer to her as Ellen.
My eyes surveyed several of the applicants that sat on the long bench outside the office door, waiting for their turn to be called in. Most were red-haired and dark-haired. I was the only blonde present aside from Ellen, which I didn't mind. Also, I noticed the lack of male applicants, which wasn't weird as they had boldly written that only females were required.
When it got to my turn, I stepped into the dimly lit office. The telltale sign of nervousness I exhibit-clammy palms and nausea-wasn't present. Rather, I shivered at the coldness the room exuded.
I blinked twice before my vision got accommodated to the room's dimness. A chandelier hung above the ceiling, but it did little to brighten it. But I could make out the presence of a two-seater at the side. A floating bookcase stood behind it, and two potted flowers were at the four corners of the room.
A man sat behind a writing desk. He was facing the only window in the room and did not seem as if he noticed I was inside.
He didn't turn, nor did he say anything to acknowledge my presence.
Was this what he did to the other applicants?
No surprises, as the dark-haired girl with expressive brown eyes before me had shot me a 'I wish you all the best look.'
I counted to thirty seconds, then speak up to break the silence when he didn't.
“Good afternoon, sir,” I said out of formality, whereas all I wanted to do was slap the phone he was staring at away from his hand.
After waiting for another thirty more seconds, another thought came to my mind, and I cleared out my throat noisily.
“Don't do that anymore.” He grunted, yet didn't turn.
“Start talking.” He ordered, still facing the window and his phone.
I stepped closer, and he inhaled sharply.
“Don't come nearer.” He growled, tensing up. He ran a finger through his already tousled hair, making it messier.
Dear me, I never knew my boss-to-be, was grumpy.
I halted, rolling my eyes, and smoothened the none existing crease on my skirt. “I can't just start blabbing. You should ask me a question. I mean, that's the reason I'm here, right?”
“Your hair colour.” He rasped.
“What?” My brows furrowed as I stared at his messy brown hair, which was illuminated by the light from the window.
“What's the colour of your hair?” He repeated.
“Blonde and that isn't even an interview ques…”
“We already maxed out on blondes and I don't want another airhead.” He said, cutting me off.
“Excuse you?” I let out an irritated sigh at how he generalized all the blonde-haired girls.
I was done with people that behave as if the world revolved around them.
“You know what, I've been having a shitty morning because of trying to arrive here on time. If I had known the person in charge of this interview was an idiot, selfish, and a bastard, I wouldn't have bothered!”
“You are a self-centred, egoistic, pompous man. I don't freaking care if I'm using the same adjective to describe you because that's what you are!”
“I'm sure you wouldn't know how stressful this is, since you only need to sit behind a freaking desk to question whoever came in!” I ranted.
I didn't stop there, though, for his nonchalant attitude pisses me.
“This company is highly esteemed because of how considerate the interviewers are, but you, you are…”
The swivel chair he was on swirled at my outburst and his head lifted. My hands went to cover my mouth, and I gulped down the rude comments threatening to spill out as the azure orbs collided with mine.
My heart ceased beating as my gaze fixated on the man in front of me. He even looked more gorgeous in person than in the many pictures I had seen of him.
His angular face tilted whilst surveying me. My skin prickled as he lifted his hand to the five o'clock shadow on his cheeks, and he smirked. A dimple peaked out, making me weak in the knees at how it added to his beauty.
It was rare to see people with dimples on their cheeks, especially men, and I was a sucker for it.
Ugh, I shouldn't be thinking about his cuteness, but rather at how tragic my life would be in the next moment.
How could the person I had been running from be my boss to be, and the freaking interviewer? No wonder, he had been uninterested and obnoxious, exactly how I had classified him before today's meeting.
I hadn't even linked his name together with the company, because I was obsessed with how I would win the job and the question anyone in charge would ask.
Not only that, I was sure I had lost my chance at this job because of the insult I had hurled at him. Indeed, he was arrogant and insensitive, as I termed him to be.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” His thin lips stretched out in an amusing smile. Possibly, he was enjoying how irritated I was.
His eyes reminded me of the “forget-me-not” I adore so much, and they glinted as they trailed me from head to toe.
“You can't run from me. Didn't I warn you?” He smirked.
He had indeed informed me of this in his plentiful messages that filled my phone, and I despised that he was freaking right!
“I don't want your job anymore!” I flung at him, stepping to the door. Then twisted the knob violently. However, it was closed.
I swirled back to him. He relaxed in the chair, and he didn't make a move.
“Open this damned door,” I screeched.
“Or what?” He murmured, quirking a slender brow. And then, he lifted his body from the chair, and I was aware of the tremendous difference in our height. He took a step away from the desk towards me, and I took two back with each step.
His nostril flared when he was a few metres away, his blue eyes now turned icy as he scowled. I trembled as my centre tingled under his scrutinizing gaze. His pupils dilated, and he tilted his head upward, sniffing.
My subconscious shrieked, and I slammed down the annoying voice.
What was wrong with me and my stupid thoughts?
I should have run out of his office this instant, since that was what I had been doing. However, my feet seemed stuck to the ground and I could only helplessly stare at his gorgeous face and sinful lips.
“I'll scream rape.” I blurted out.
I should think before talking next time- I grimaced, making a mental note.
He tossed his head back and chuckled at my assertion. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he laughed and, oddly, I found it sexy. My cheeks reddened as my eyes drifted to his parted, rosy lips.
“No one will believe you.” He snickered.
“Just watch and see!”
“Love, all my employee knows you are my betrothed, except perhaps the new ones yet to come.” He stated.
We didn't know each other, haven't gone on any date, and today was my first time seeing him in person. How would anyone know they gave me to him to pay a frigging debt I knew nothing about?
“Aside from you being traded to me, which they didn't know of. They, however, know we are getting married in two weeks.” He asserted.
Startled, I gaped at his face, hoping to see that he was bluffing. But no trace of amusement was on his face as he stared back. Also, he seemed rather pleased at my dismay.
How could he set a date that I wasn't even aware of? Or was it because he had every right to? Since my father had given all my rights to him and didn't even care to let me on, on the development.
“I'm not getting married to you, you-you sick pompous dumb head! I want nothing to do with you. You can choose from your diverse workers to f*cking wed.” I raved, yanking the knob with force.
I swerved to him again, huffing after some minutes, “Just open this damn door already!”
“Fine, but you can't run anywhere. If I were you, I'll accept my fate because it's the best choice your family has offered you.” He pointed out.
His words stung as they hit home. Did he know they did not acknowledge me as the daughter because I wasn't directly from his wife?
He should because he didn't sound as if he was fooling around, and I didn't turn to see the expression he had on his face.
I darted out of his office, stopping only at the elevator and the exit double door.
Claire smirked at my distraught expression.
“We hope to see you next,” She singsonged at my back.
A very nasty one, just like her boss.
Flagging a taxi down, I hopped into it and thought of the other alternatives I had to get a decent job here. I was going to do it even if that was the last thing I saw myself doing. I would pay the debt that led me into this mess, so I wouldn't marry him. Though it looks impossible, I was sure I would pay him off.
“Is that all?” The girl whose name on her tag reads Kate asked. Her eyebrows puckered, and a small smile played on her lush lips. Her brown eyes darted here and there as if she was frightened I would pounce on her any moment. People often have that impression whenever they come close to me. Except for those that knew how harmless I was. Perhaps it was my six feet, two inches height or the scowl I frequently spot on when I noticed girls were throwing a suggestive wink my way. Whichever it was, I didn't care. What I loathed the most was handling interviews with any applicants interested in the company because the people I frequently leave in charge, most especially Ellen, were too soft-hearted and terribly sympathetic. Thus, accepting the wrong people. It had always been like this since I opted to take care of the family's business. I was the oldest of five children, making it a good choice to take rein of things. Naturally, I was business orientated, whereas my other siblings had
Elena Groaning, I stretched out my hand whilst searching for my phone, which was on the nightstand. I shielded my eyes as I saw the name on the screen. “How long had I slept for?” I questioned myself, gazing at the clock on the chipped wall, which reads 10: 45 PM. So early to be awake. I wouldn't have much time to sleep anymore, and I hoped that the reason Renee had disturbed my precious nap was for a good reason. I sat up on the small bed, which barely contained the space I had stationed it in. It was close to a small wooden wardrobe next to the nightstand, and my reading table was in the other corner. I did a semi-stretch and swiped up the screen of my phone to answer the call. “Hey,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes. “I'm sorry babes, I keep disturbing you whenever you are sleeping.” She pleaded, making me wonder if she was ever sorry. She said this word all the time, and I was pretty used to it now. “How did the interview go?” “I don't even want to talk or think about it,” I
ELENA "I still can't believe Aiden Crook is your betrothed," Renee muttered in between swallowing the cereals in her mouth. That mistake again. "Sold to," I said, correcting her slip. She shrugged, dropping the white plastic spoon with her in the cereal bowl. "What matters is you'll get married to him." I winced at the blunt reminder. I didn't know the reason he wished to get married to me, whereas he could get any woman he desired. Heck, if I began working now, I don't know when I would accumulate that amount of money. Still, I believe there was no harm in trying. The most aggravating thing was that he had fixed a wedding date, and I was sure my family weren't aware of it. That jerk and he wasn't even bluffing! "Over my dead body. I'd rather die than see myself married to the pompous idiot." "What do you intend to do about the debt? It's a hundred thousand dollars, baby." She drawled. Her green eyes stayed on mine as she cocked a brow. "Heck, he wouldn't mind if you ma
AIDEN “So, big bro, will you tell me what that was about earlier today?” Ellen lifted her brows as she stared at me. “What?” I questioned back. Though I knew what she was talking about, I wasn't ready to tell her anything. Not in front of my three other siblings and parents, who now gazed at me with piqued interest. Nosy bunch of people! “That girl, she left your office in anger and almost murdered Claire with the look in her eyes.” Ellen shook her head, chuckling. Perhaps pleased with the scene. I chuckled as I imagined her and Claire going one on one. Claire would no doubt shred her into pieces, yet I wouldn't watch that happen. Anyone that touched her had me to answer to because she was my responsibility, even though she hadn't realized it yet. “Don't give me that look. All the other participants came out and didn't look as if they were about to murder anyone except her. Are you hiding anything from me? Your darling sister?” Ellen blinked her eyes continually, then pouted.
Elena “Aiden…” I moaned out his name as his lips suckled on the soft flesh above my neck. His lips trailed soft kisses down and stopped on my chest. “You are so beautiful.” He mumbled as he observed me with hooded eyes. My nipples hardened under his scrutinizing gaze, and my hands itched to shred his clothing, so I would feel the skin beneath. However, I settled with calling his name. “Aiden please,” “Please what?” He implored, his eyes going dark. “I-I want you,” I sputtered, breathlessly, as he stroked my soaked pants. As if it was only the encouragement he needed. He slipped out of his clothes in a swift movement, drew me closer and tugged my pants off. He braced my thighs under his large hand, and he thrust into me briskly. I jerked awake and felt around for my phone. Except for the light of the moon that streamed in, which illuminated the room a bit, it would have been dark. My brain, fuzzy to where I was, and I blinked away the haziness clouding my eyes. I shivered
AIDENWalking further into the woods, howling echoed around me, but it wasn't as intense as before. Today was one of those full moons. I was out hunting, not because I wanted, instead because of Elena. If I had stayed longer in the room, I might have ripped the gown off her body and taken her till I became satisfied. However, I didn't want her to hate me more than she already did, which could make it difficult to make her mine. I glanced away as Ellen shifted back into her human form. “I noticed some strange things around here a few minutes ago.” She mumbled, kicking at a tangled branch as we walked into the wood. “I do too,” I said whilst sniffing at the air. I couldn't pinpoint what it was, but I knew it meant danger. “Also, a strange scent surrounds your house. Did you take in anyone?” Her gaze drilled into mine for some seconds before she let out a grimace. “Don't tell me you have a human girl at your house!” “Couldn't you at least be reasonable and take the slut elsewher
Elena I groaned whilst rolling on the bed. My body aches as though I had worked throughout the night, which I hadn't. Opening my eyes, I stared at the white ceiling illuminated by light from the sun for a few seconds before sitting up on the bed. Climbing down, I darted into the bedroom as I felt the powerful urge to urinate. I stood up from the toilet seat after doing my business, flushed, and walked over to the sink.A pout formed on my face as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was paler than usual, and my eyes seemed lighter, too. My hand went to the back of my back and I felt how warm my temperature was. Perhaps, I am having a fever and the reason I fainted yesterday. Sighing, I bathed my face with cool water, then dabbed it with a brown towel I saw in the bath cabinet. My vision caught a mark on the back of my neck as I was about to leave. I narrowed my eyes whilst surveying it. It was a crescent-shaped mark, etched on the right side of my neck, and I couldn't
Aiden “What is our next line of action? J. J Is back. He is stronger and faster than ever before. I don't know if he got his power from somewhere, but it was too much force to reckon with.” Ellen stated, grimacing. I had gathered my pack to let them know of the presence of the enemy in town, which I didn't need to tell because it was obvious. The return of J. J yesterday had caused a lot of havoc in the whole of District One.He had confronted several Omegas yesterday, beating them up to a pulp. They all succeeded in escaping his bite, as it was fatal to us all. J. J wasn't just any werewolf. He was a true Alpha and had his clan in the East. He was on everyone's blacklist because of his bloodthirsty nature. “He's stronger because he's been on a killing spree.” Sparkles' gaze left the phone she was on momentarily as she observed everyone in the room. It was an enormous hall, located inside the castle, which my dad had inherited. The castle originally had been here for more than fo