“Also, I’m coming in for my favorite cup of coffee in the city,”
“Okay,” Her face lit up.
Driving back, I already missed them.
the room that, hopefully, Willa would share with me in the future.
take weekends off, but she also had a kid and college to worry about. I could see how tired she was starting to look, even though she visibly brightened up
even when I was one.
Did you import it from the North Pole or something?”
n eyes slanted slightly.
Even having them near me, knowing they would be there when I went downstairs. Cooking breakfast with Emmett in the morning, and having Willa in my arms, talking for hours.
It was only a weekend, actually less than two days really, but it changed everything for me. I already knew I was committed from the moment I saw her again in the restaurant. But actually getting to know Emmett, he felt familiar, he felt like a missing piece of me, of us, that I didn’t know I was looking for.
My apartment felt empty without them. No, it always felt empty. I was rarely there between my offices for The Dracos Group and dealing with pack business.
With them, it felt full, it felt like home for the first time.
(Willa)
I couldn’t handle how distracted I was. I thought of Caspien more often than I admitted, even to myself, since the first time I saw him, and Iris claimed him as our mate.
Ever since I spent the night at his house, I felt like I could hardly focus on anything else. During work, classes, and studying, my thoughts always drifted to him.
It wasn’t just s****l, it mostly wasn’t, actually.
Of course, I thought of his head in between my legs, the way he hovered over me, watching me with his fingers buried deep inside me. The way he growled when he knew I was starting to o.rgasm. The way he looked thankful when I let him touch me. Every one of those thoughts sent warmth through me, settling at my core.
But mostly, it was the way he talked to Emmett and really listened to him. How he didn’t get annoyed with Emmett’s questions, how he treated him as an equal.
How he invited me into every pack conversation, he let me choose how I wanted to proceed with our relationship and I never felt any pressure from him.
I had never felt so respected, so completely myself.
There was nothing I wanted to hide from him, nothing I didn’t want him to see, even the bad parts.
I didn’t have to suppress any of myself; I never felt like I had to change. I knew that we could work through anything together.
Friday slowly approached; I felt like the minutes he came to the restaurant and even our weekly date wasn’t enough. I was becoming addicted to him.
“Can we go now?” Emmett tugged at my hand.
I had to admit that I was also waiting all day for six. Friday I had my lightest class schedule and I finished up at the restaurant after. It still gave me an entire hour after I picked up Emmett to shower and change and obsessively check the clock. When the door buzzed we both jumped. I smiled down at Emmett and took his little bag we got this week from him. I knew Caspien had things for him but he insisted on packing things to show up and some of his favorite nighttime books.
Caspien met us downstairs and showed me how to work the elevator with my fingerprint. I felt like a d.amn spy. When we were heading up the elevator back to the sky I felt all the anticipation and nerves settle, and like I could breathe again for the first time all week.
He wrapped his arm around me and I settled into his embrace as we watched Emmett gaze at the skyline in just as much awe as the last time he saw it.
“Do you want to redecorate?” He asked as soon as we were settled back in.
“No, it’s fine,” I looked around, the space was a bit empty but tasteful. It would be hard to make this massive space cosy anyways and I had no idea where to start.
I had never decorated anything. I moved from the packhouse to the cabin and then here. The cabin was what we took from home, and then my apartment here was whatever was cheapest. I didn’t make any decorating decisions myself, and I didn’t know where to start. I wasn’t exactly sure my own style either.
“Are you sure?”
“For now, this is perfect.”
It felt like home when we were here. I don’t think the decor mattered as much as being here with Caspien and Emmett.
We ordered dinner, enough Chinese food to feed an army, and Emmett’s first time having it. I loved watching him try new things, and he loved most of it.
My phone buzzed as I was helping Caspien put away the leftover, it was such a normal thing that I didn’t expect to be doing with an Alpha Prince.
My phone rang on the counter and I saw Cali’s name flashing.
“Mind if I take this?”
“Not at all,” Caspien gave me a smile I hadn’t seen before.
“Hi,” I answered, she never called to talk, she rarely ever called at all, mostly preferred a text.
“I’m almost there,”
“What?”
“I’m stealing Emmett, just for the night; Loreli has been begging.”
I looked at Caspien, who turned away, pretending to do something.
“Really?” I twirled a piece of my hair on my finger, studying Caspiens back.
“Really, really, completely up to me-er her. Nothing else.”
I raised my eyebrows, but I knew Caspien couldn’t see.
“If you want,” She trailed off, she was rarely anything but completely confident.
“So last minute?”
“Eh,”
“Fine,” I leaned back, “Actually, no. I’m not feeling great. I think I might turn in.” I yawned, and Caspien froze in his motions.
“Willa,” Her voice was hard, “You will not do this to me.”
“What did he give you?”
Caspien turned back to me, his eyes wide.
“Nothing,”
“You’re a s**t liar, even over the phone.”
“So are you; you’re even worse.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.