Shirley
The team is absolutely ecstatic as we sit within Keith’s office - all of us buzzing with conversation as we discuss the news we’ve just received.
Keith and his right hand men were able to identify who was organizing the protests, discovering it was an older wolf and his son who lived on the other side of town. After some discussions and agreements, the pack was able to ease their minds as well as their followers - completely diffusing the situation.
We’re all overjoyed by the information, knowing that we’re in the clear and can fully jump back into the swing of things. However, I feel that same small tinge of sadness pool in my stomach each time I think of the company no longer needing me, but try to quickly smother it each time.
What also makes the meeting better is the fact that neither Ralph or Lily are here. Of course, I don’t know why they’re
ShirleyMy gaze is locked on the fire, unwavering as my body slowly moves. I unbuckle my seatbelt, reach for the door handle to my right - completing each action like I’m on autopilot, in a trance. I can hear Keith yelling at me to stay in the car, but I’m already opening the door and stepping out.The flames are still roaring and rising toward the sky, making me question how we didn’t notice them earlier. I can now confirm that what I thought was fog is actually smoke, floating up to the trees and dispersing through the surrounding area.I’m in complete shock as I stare at the fire, my mind empty as I watch the Tudor enveloped and breaking to pieces. At this rate, the flames are sure to stream toward the forest as it’s already beginning to touch the trees. I pray that they don’t succumb to the heat, knowing it’s the only thing I can do. I feel completely powerless
ShirleyAs I stare at Keith, I’m nearly certain that I only imagined his words, that he didn’t actually say them aloud. But the seriousness on his face begins to make me question the thought.“What?” I finally ask, wanting to see if he’ll repeat himself. I hadn’t even realized he’d been listening, but I’m beginning to realize that’s a recurrence with Keith - he’s always listening.“You won’t stay at a hotel,” he begins, his tone straight. “You’ll stay at my home as my guest.”I hadn’t heard him wrong, and my features mirror my surprise.“No,” I start. “No, I can’t do that.”It’s too much, too gracious.“Really, Keith. Thank you for -“ I try, but Keith jumps in agai
ShirleyThere’s a smile on my face as I wake up the next morning and I know it can be blamed on the lovely scent that drifts up into my nose. As I roll in bed, I happily stretch across the soft bedding, finding that the smell is all around me, warmly greeting me for the morning.Even Cicy seems delighted as she wiggles around inside of me, wearing her own grin as she brushes her fur into the scent. She even nudges me, causing me to lightly sweep my cheek against the pillow under my head as I take another long inhale.However, as I register the quality of the material against my skin, I immediately feel myself tighten. The next second, my eyes fly open and then I find myself swiftly sitting up, blinking wildly as I take in the room before me that is now glowing in the morning light.Keith’s. I’m at Keith’s.I’d somehow completely forgotten an
ShirleyKeith and I don’t talk much on the way back - mainly only to discuss the dropping temperatures or when he scolds me for slapping his hand when he tries to change the radio station. Again, it’s another enjoyable encounter that has me feeling mixed up inside. However, it also leaves a small smile on my face.Only, my smile seems to fall as we pull into his driveway and I notice two figures walking up to the door.“What is she doing here?” Lily calls out the second we step out, not shy about voicing her disdain while Ron stands quietly at her side. Her question makes me want to shake my head, but I keep myself calm as I close my car door. As much as she hates me, just imagine if she found out that I’m -“She’s staying here,” Keith replies. And welp, consider the beans officially spilled.Lily takes the news li
ShirleyAs I’m getting ready for the day the following morning, I can’t help but acknowledge the restful night of sleep I’ve had - despite the dinner with Keith, despite him asking me to spend Thanksgiving with him, despite everything. Somehow, I managed to pass out soon after I returned to my room, and I slept soundly throughout the whole night.And now I’m moving around the guest bedroom, tidying up a little so Keith doesn’t think I’m some wild animal. Meanwhile, I have my phone propped against my shoulder and Jean’s sweet voice filling my ear.Well, it’s sweet despite the sadness in her tone over the news I’ve just shared.“What do you mean you’re not coming home for Thanksgiving? I was really hoping I could see you,” she tells me.“I know, Jean. I was too,” I tell her as I fo
ShirleyI’ve spent the last few hours locked up in my room, working away on the rest of the day’s tasks. I’d like to say I’ve only cooped myself up in here so I can focus, but I know that another part of the reason is because I’m avoiding Keith.It’s silly - I know. But I figured it was a better alternative than returning to the kitchen table, unable to type any coherent words as I listened to his shower running in the background. I wanted to get something done after my elongated break and I know this is the only way to accomplish that.And it worked. I was able to finish all of my work today and even clear my head a little. Maybe that can also be blamed on the house being fairly quiet, but either way I’m thankful.Rewarding myself, I decide to change into my nightgown and grab my book again, soon wiggling onto the bed. I pick up where I lef
ShirleyAll at once, my dirty thoughts from the afternoon seem to trickle back into my mind, and I find myself squirming again, pressing my thighs together. But I realize my reaction is a mistake as it catches Keith’s attention, drawing his stare to my exposed skin that only makes me hotter.And then his eyes begin to slowly raise back up, and I watch as his lips begin to part. However, it’s not his voice that soon meets the room, but the distant sound of a phone ringing. My phone.Jean. She’s calling.Stumbling over myself, I stand from the chair, clearing my throat.“I should go take that,” I tell him, and he watches me as I adjust my nightgown. His stare is still heated, but thankfully it has become a little tamer.Without another word, Keith hands me back my book and I leave the room, trying not to focus on
ShirleyHe couldn’t be…could he?My head is still reeling with the thought, feeling dizzied by the possibility as Keith and I finally sit in the car and buckle our seatbelts.I’m questioning it, trying to make myself believe that I’m mistaken and something else must have set Keith off. But it’s becoming harder to ignore my suspicions as he aggressively throws the car in drive and speeds away from the estate.There’s a buzzing silence between us that’s not even filled by the ambient sound of the radio as Keith has already turned it off. I assume that every mile we put between us and the party that his mood would get better, but it doesn’t. He only grips the steering wheel harder, keeps his angry stare on the road.Finally, I can’t hold my tongue any longer.“What’s wrong?” I ask,