Calendar Mate

Being in the shifter world, it’s easy to believe in love. Knowing somewhere in the world, your mate who is made just for you is waiting to be found to complete your soul. For you to love, cherish, eat, sleep, and breathe for. I used to believe in love until I didn’t. It first started with Tucker, my high school crush. My sweet, blonde hair, blue-eyed history study partner. I don’t know if I was bad at history or if I just wanted to have a reason to be close to him. I gave him my everything… my heart, my time, and all my firsts. He was mine until I found him fucking the school’s mean girl behind the bleachers and I didn’t need to turn 18 or the mate bond to tell me we weren’t meant to be. Then, there was Nash. I met him while I was bartending saving up for college. Must’ve been my rebel stage, but there’s something about a bad boy giving you attention that makes you just crave it even more. And the more he gave, the more I wanted. We spent most of our time drinking and fucking. I didn

The gym room was glorious. It had everything you could need. I used my free time lifting some light weights and running on the elliptical. I didn’t end up seeing Colt again but figured he was behind a desk somewhere in the pack house. While I was finishing off in the sauna, a small, dainty woman dressed in a pair of black pants and a polo pushed the door open and entered with a tray. She had some Fuji water bottles in one corner, some hand towels in the next corner, and three bowls, one with some fresh berries, one with mixed nuts, and one with little cubed cheese took up the other half of the tray. “Here you go, dear,” she says as she sets down the tray between us. Her silver-gray hair, pale blue eyes, and warm aura made me feel like I was sitting with my nana. “Hi, I’m Layne.” I take a hand towel and wipe my hands so I can indulge in the hodge-podge charcuterie board she brought me. It was so thoughtful of her and looked absolutely delicious after my workout. She smiled and held o

The next day, I woke up feeling better than I have in a long time. After the amazing everything but sex-capade, I made my way back to my room, cleaned up in the most luxurious shower, and launched myself into the cloud-like mattress I get to call my bed for the next 21 days. I pull the comforter off and notice my envelope that was slid under my door. The smell of bacon led me to the kitchen where Ms. Bryant had a small little breakfast buffet ready for Colt and me. A beautiful spread of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and some berries. Oh my Goddess, yum! Clearly, we worked up an appetite for this morning because we polished off the whole spread easily while we went over the schedule for the week. We discussed who we were meeting with, the dress code, and what time we needed to leave for each event. Oddly enough, this whole arrangement felt like a real job. And I’m actually enjoying myself. I mean how could I not enjoy being with a super-hot and charming Alph

I finished the week and a majority of the second week accompanying Colt to various business meetings and dinners. We end some of our nights like our first night and other nights we part ways and enjoy the peace and quiet that comes with being alone. But we haven’t gone further. No kissing and no fucking. Kissing seems exceptionally intimate so maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to cross that line, but the sparks flying between us need to be taken care of soon or I’m going to combust like a god damn firework. The latter half of the second week I spent at the pack house mostly by myself. He was spending his extra time brainstorming and tweaking their security ideas. I kinda miss seeing him. I’m not supposed to, but God damn my heart isn’t on the same wavelength as my brain. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and that couldn’t be truer. He walks in the door as I’m pouring myself a glass of wine and putting a frozen pizza in the oven and all the air leaves my lungs. I’ve

After getting my tan on for the better half of my morning and afternoon after the phone call, I did some light yoga on the lawn, and went back to my room to shower. Turning the knobs and clicking a few buttons to set the temperature how I like, I hop in to a perfectly warmer than warm, but not scalding hot shower. I click a few more buttons and some music starts playing through the speakers. My muscles instantly relax under the water pressure and start to shampoo my hair. I hum along to the melody and start singing as I think about what the schedule is like these next 5 days.We have this technology seminar today, the family dinner, a business meeting and a couple days off in between. My mind is going a million miles a minute thinking about outfits, how to make Colt look the best in front of other Alphas and businessmen, how sexy he looks. Stop it, Layne. Back on track. Formal, casual, dressy casual. Smoky eyes, curly hair. I wanted to try this cute low bun for one of his events. How