176 Little Discussion!

Christos.

I frowned.

“Miss Becca Summer, do you realise that you are talking to your Boss?” My voice was stern and the shade of my eyeball would have sent any man running for cover.

But not this woman it seems, she only clapped her hands before going into full throated laughter.

I feel hurt. I feel stupid but above all, I feel happy.

‘Pathetic. Plainly pathetic.’ My wolf mourned but I ignored him.

She smirked at me before replying. “My boss? You mean Christos Fernandez? Yea, I know.” She even had the audacity to confirm this after reducing the tempo of her humour.

“Right! Isn’t it strange that aside from being considered a fearsome man, I am also a man that’s revered across the world, yet it is plain to see that I am none of this but a puppy in the eyes of my wife–to-be?” I moaned aloud with a grimace and she only gave another laugh that was light and musical.

“Not a puppy, darling. A big cat, harmless to its lovers but still a big cat nonetheless.” She corrected this with a w