It was 4am. The buzzing of her phone was what woke her up. First she turned on her bed-side lamp, and then she stretched her hand towards her bed-side table and picked up the phone. She checked the phone and saw that someone had sent her a text message, and then it slowly registered that it was Maxwell and she sat up. Maxwell had sent her a simple text that read: "I miss you."A smile crept up her lips as she proceeded to reply his text. "I miss you too," she typed, and then sent it to him. She waited until it showed delivered, and then read. Ten minutes later, he still had not replied. Impatient, Shirley started to dial his number but his line was unreachable. A frustrated groan escaped her throat as she fell back on her bed.******"Max, there is something you should see," Amy started.It was noon and the duo had just ordered in lunch in the hotel they were staying at. They were done with the job they came to Scotland to do and were preparing to leave any moment."What is it?" Ma
"Shirley! Shirley wait!" Max ran after her and caught up with her just as she was about to start going up the stairs. She turned. "I don't want to get married to you Max, not like this, not if it is my father pulling the strings for his own goddam selfish reasons!" she paused to suck in a deep breath. "God I thought you were different but you are just like every f**king man I have met!" she screamed, and then turned to continue her journey up the stairs. Maxwell just watched her leaving as his heart sank within him. As soon as she reached her room, she broke into tears. For the first time in her life she had been happy, really happy but her father just had to get involved and ruin it for her. Maxwell walked up the stairs. He paused at her door, listening to her silent sobs. A sigh escaped his lips as he moved and went to his room. He got to his bed and sank on it, and then he reached for his phone and called Mr. Thomas. "Tell me the truth, you know I trust you like I would tru
Shirley was gathering her things together when her secretary stepped in to inform her that Maxwell was there to pick her up."Tell him I will be out in a few seconds," she told Sara who nodded, and then left her office.Shirley moved to the restroom in her office to check herself, afterwards she touched her make-up, wore her perfume again, and then stepped out of the restroom. Grabbing her bag, she left her office."You are so beautiful love," Maxwell cooed as soon as she stepped out of the office. He had been waiting for her at the door."You are not looking bad yourself," Shirley told Max. He was putting on a quite expensive tuxedo, which if Shirley was thinking right, was the limited edition an international brand just released. There were only 100 pieces in the whole world. Her father had one piece so she recognized it.Slipping her hand into his arm which he had offered her, they started to go down the hall, heading for the elevator.Maxwell led Shirley to the front of the compan
Maxwell could hear Shirley tossing and turning about on her bed. Guilt washed over him as he listened from the his room which was across hers. Shirley had been right, it was her father that had put him up to propose to her but he hadn't used anything against him like she had thought, not exactly. He had only revealed something about her to him and proposing to her had been the only way he could think of to protect her. Drawing a sharp breath, Shirley got out of bed and made her way out of the room. She took light steps to the kitchen and moved straight to the refrigerator. She took out a cup of ice cream from it, settled down on a chair in the kitchen and started to eat it as a million thoughts played in her head. "Can't sleep?" his voice made her jump, and then turn towards him. "You startled me!" she complained, putting her spoon on the table and standing up. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to," he said. She didn't say anything but look at him, and then she averted her gaze from him
A soft knock on Shirley's door made her jerk up. She sniffed, trying to push back the tears gathering in her eyes, and then she grabbed a tissue to wipe the tears off her face but it was already too late, her makeup was already ruined. Monique stepped in with a tray containing a glass of juice. She took one look at Shirley's face and gasped, placing the tray on the dressing table and moving to her. "Are you okay? What happened to your makeup?" she asked even though the redness of Shirley's eyes told it all. Without a word, Shirley started for the door, she walked down the passageway and down the stairs, heading straight for the sitting room where her father and Max were sitting. The confused Monique followed her. Max raised his head the moment Shirley entered the sitting room. From the way her heart was beating so fast, he could tell that something was wrong. And then there was the redness of her eyes and the traces of tears on her face. More so, her make-up was ruined. "Is it tru
The tears kept flooding Shirley's eyes as she drove, making her vision of the road blurry. She was driving beyond the speed limit and it was even a surprise that the police had not pulled her car over yet. She was driving through a one-way highway. From her rearview mirror, she could see Max's motorcycle following closely behind her. It was so annoying that he wouldn't just leave her the hell alone. She was angry, hurt, betrayed and now questioned what her and Max seemed to share. What if that was a lie to? Shirley couldn't help but feel that everything in her life had been a lie. With the intention of losing Max, she made a quick turn at a bend and found herself in a remote road. A smirk curved her lips as she saw Max drive past her. It would at least take him a while to turn his bike around and find her. That would give her enough time to hide from him. Suddenly, she saw a figure in the middle of the road from a distance. She immediately hit the brakes of her car but it was too
After taking a warm bath, Shirley moved to the mirror in the bathroom and just stared at her reflection. She had noticed as she drove from the accident site that her sense seemed to be heightened, especially her sense of hearing but she had just dismissed it as her nerves at work. From loud sounds to even the slightest sounds, she could hear them all. The honking of cars from miles away. Maxwell's villa was actually in a secluded place. The only residential building in the whole of that place. They were surrounded by woods from all four corners. She could hear the hooting of the night birds in the woods. The rustle of leaves as the cool night's breeze blew past the trees. Most of all she could hear Maxwell's heartbeat. It was steady but jumped at intervals like he was troubled. Drawing a sharp breath, Shirley closed and opened her eyes, and then froze. Her fingers moved to touch the corners of her eyes, which were now a glowing blue. "Ahhhhhh!" A scream escaped her lips and Maxwell
The duo lay cuddled in Max's king sized bed. Max was lying on his back and had pulled Shirley to half lie on top of him with her hair sprawled on his chest. "My father would hate me if he knows what I am," Shirley suddenly blurted out, breaking the thick silence that had been ensuing between them. "He is not your father Shirley," Max knew that it was a painful reminder but he still said it. She raised her head from his chest, even sitting up, to glare at him. "Look love, I know exactly what you are going through. I have lived it. And you know, you are actually lucky you have me," he said, sitting up himself and reaching to take both her hands in his. She let him, a soft sigh escaping her throat. She knew that he wasn't meaning to brag. She was indeed lucky that she had him to help her through this. "Are you also a born wolf? Or you were bitten?" she asked. "I am a born wolf, just like you," he said. "Tell me how you turned. I want to know," she demanded. Shirley felt that knowin