All eyes were on me, all bearing different emotions. Disappointment, giddiness, hatred and one I couldn't quite decipher. My heart beat like crazy, pumping through my head. An invisible power forced my eyes upwards, clashing with Castiël's blazing black ones.
His jaw was clenched, the muscles around it tight and bulging. His gaze left mine only to roam my body hungrily. As he inched lower, his heart beat faster, his jaw clenching even tighter.
Unfortunately, I couldn't stop myself from doing the same. I didn't exactly like how his hair was perfectly slicked back, I liked it a lot better when it was mussed up. Other than that, he was flawless. His broad shoulders fit tightly in his fitted grey suit, same for the muscles in his biceps.
My heart skipped a beat when my eyes met up with his and I noticed that he had been watching me checking him out. His face hadn't budged, still frozen in an emotionless mask, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.
Wait, no what was I doing? I was mad at him right now!
Tearing my gaze off of him, I pulled back a chair to sit myself down but was stopped when a hand tugged on my arm.
'' Oh, you're not sitting here!'' Bethany beamed. She steered me towards the other side of the table, '' You're sitting next to me!'' she exclaimed as she sat me down at the worst possible place at the table. She just had to sit me right by the mountain of muscle and handsomeness of all places. You know, the one I had a trouble keeping my hands off?
'' You know I was perfectly comfortable sitting over there-...'' I tried to protest but she pushed me down firmly on the chair. Caught off guard, my shoulder brushed against Castiël's broad shoulder. Even if the contact wasn't skin to skin, somehow, the sparks were still there.
'' What are you now, meilleures amies?'' Sabine snickered, crossing her arms over her small chest.
'' Well, of course we're besties!'' Bethany exclaimed as she sat down on the chair next to mine. Oh, how I wanted to switch places with her.
'' Je ne vois tellement pas ce que vous voyez en elle. C'est juste une petite pute.'' She mumbled in her annoying flawless French.
'' Sabine!'' Castiël growled at her, interrupting what she was going to say next. How I wished I hadn't found that growl a complete turn on.
Shifting on my uncomfortable seat, I crossed my legs as things started to tingle. And by things I meant very intimate parts of my body. There was no way that this night was going to end well.
'' Nice to see you again.'' He whispered subtly in my ear as the others got deep in conversation.
'' Mhm.'' I responded, pressing my lips together. I rested my chin on my fist trying to get a piece of the conversation.
'' Is someone ignoring me?'' his voice was so soft only someone with fine hearing could understand. Stupid Wolf hearing.
As if on cue, a burning hand crawled its way on my thigh, causing me to jerk upwards. What was the jerk doing? I was doing my best not to jump him! I grabbed the hand and roughly placed it back on his own thigh before anyone could notice.
'' Are you insane? There are people here like, oh I don't know, your fiancé?'' I hissed back, keeping my level of voice in check.
'' What happened to the care-free badass chick I got the pleasure to know?'' he chuckled. Badly for him, I was in no mood to joke around. I was seriously pissed at him.
Who did he take me for? Was I his own personal slut now? So, he didn't have enough with the high position and the money and the fiancé and the daughter? He had to have something on the side also? Well unfortunately for him, I wasn't that kind of girl. Loyalty was something I held dear.
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Run While You Still Can
Werewolf*Mature content within* '' Even if it means killing my own mate, I will get my revenge.'' ---- ----- She's the reason that there is an obligated curfew in town, people terrified of leaving their houses after sundown. But what they don't know is th...
