Page 3 of Big Bad Wolf: B.B.W
Orion transformed with an arrogant smirk. The audible gasp and wide eyes tickled him. His beast stood seven feet, five inches tall. His natural physique was lean and muscular. In Orion’s beast form, it was amplified. He listened to the various comments, compliments, and statements of disbelief from the members of the pack.
The women of the pack had mating on the brain. Some of them had never wanted to mate and have a baby as bad as they did when Orion transformed into his beast. Initially, they just wanted to fuck, but now the chance to have a wolf-centaur offspring would give them the edge up. It would be like they were royalty.
Soon after the shock wore off, everyone else shifted. For hours after, they roamed the reservation as one. This was a new beginning for them, just as it was for Orion. To new beginnings!
Some Time Later . . .
“Elodie, is everything ready?”My boss, Sherrie, frantically entered my office. “He should be here within the hour. How do I look?”
My left nostril tightened with the lift of my lip. Why the hell was she asking me how she looked? What did that have to do with the owner of the firm coming for a visit?
“Um, you look professional.”
Her pale face found color. It didn’t matter that it was red. Any color was beneficial to her paleness.
“Thank you, Elodie. You’ve been so much help,” she responded with a turned-up nose. “Make sure you are ready and on your toes when he gets here.”
I was a marketing manager at the Raleigh, North Carolina branch of Leventis International Marketing Firm. It was one of the leading marketing firms globally. I felt blessed to get a paid internship here after I graduated with my bachelor's degree in general marketing and management. A little over a year after my internship began, I was offered a full-time, permanent opportunity. Eight years later, here I was as a marketing manager. It was a great feeling at thirty-two to know that I was a successful woman who made six figures.
I had no family here in North Carolina, so failure was not an option. My parents were out West in Sedona, Arizona where I was from. I loved my parents, but we didn’t mesh well. My mother had me later in life at forty-seven. She called me her miracle baby because she was told that she would never have children.
My mother and I bumped heads often because of our personality differences. While she was more on the meek and mild end of the personality spectrum, I was bold and unapologetic. My father went with whatever my mother said pretty much. I often thought because they had me later in life that they didn’t know how to show their love for me. I never doubted that they loved me, but they just didn’t know how to properly show it.
When I graduated high school, it was just another day. There was no real celebration about it, but they told me good job.Good job!All of the colleges that I applied to were on the East Coast. Once I got my acceptance letters and picked the college that I wanted to attend, I was out of there. Since I left for college, I’d only been back maybe five times in ten years or so. I speak with them via phone or video call once a month.
I huffed when an email notification popped up on my computer screen from Sherrie. She was about to make me go into her office and curse her annoying ass out. The owner, Orion Leventis, notified the office yesterday that he planned to make a pop-up visit to the office today. Less than a twenty-four-hour notice. When Sherrie told me yesterday, my only thought was when did his ass get to North Carolina. As far as everyone knew, he lived in Greece, where the company originated. All of a sudden, his ass was doing pop-up visits.
When I opened the email, I really wanted to slap her. She sent out a mass email with a picture of Mr. Leventis in it so that we would recognize him when he arrived. Now was this bitch silly or just stupid? When you walked into the building of the firm, there was a photo of Agamemnon and Orion Leventis. Orion’s father was the founder of the company. There was also a tribute to Mrs. Leventis, who passed away a few years ago. Sherrie was doing too much with this email.
“Let me finish this report before he gets here.”
Something told me that once Mr. Leventis arrived, I’d be the one to do most of the talking when it came to how the branch operated. I had always found that interesting since Sherrie was the branch manager. I wasn’t sure how she accomplished that position because she sucked at her job. Less than thirty minutes later, Sherrie literally ran into my office. Fuck the fact that the door was closed.
“He’s here! He’s here!”
This woman acted like this man was Jesus and we were about to be taken up into the rapture or something.
“Okay, Sherrie, I will be out in a second.”
“Okay, don’t keep us waiting.”
She slammed my door after she rolled her eyes. I didn’t care for her, and she didn’t like me. I knew that she would have me fired if it wasn’t for how well I managed the office andthe accounts that I procured. No matter how much someone disliked someone, excellence was hard to deny.
I stood from my desk to walk over to my full body mirror that hung on my wall. My hair hung effortlessly down my back and shoulders in layers that I loved. I’d always had amazingly thick hair that my mother made sure to take care of since I was a little girl. I’d been natural all of my life. I was a thick girl who proudly wore a size twenty. God placed all of my thick features in the right place, even the rolls.
I used to be much bigger, but after years of working out, I’d gotten down to an acceptable size in my mind. A lot of my associates that I was friendly with enough to talk to on a personal level suggested that I have weight-loss surgery. That was not an option for me. The only type of surgery that I might consider would be a tummy tuck to get rid of that horrible crease in the middle of my stomach that came from wearing my pants at the wrong waistline for years. I detested that fucking crease. My business pants suit fit me like a professional glove. The same couldn’t be said for Sherrie’s clothing, but that was another subject entirely.
After I ensured that my lips were covered in my favorite gloss, I walked over to my desk to sit down and take off what I called my office shoes. You had to sit down to take them off because I made sure to wear them in sports mode at all times. It would not be cute to see me go down because my foot decided to slip out of my shoe. Once my heels were on my feet, I left my office to meet the infamous Mr. Orion Leventis.
Everyone gathered in the conference room to meet Mr. Leventis since Sherrie planned this massive company lunch. I was interested to see how he responded to the lunch options. By the time I walked into the room, everyone had their seat at the conference table. The food was set up on a side table.
One thing that was obvious was that pictures did this man no justice. I almost wanted to go to the lobby to pick apart the picture that was on the wall because this man was a different, finer man. He wore his locs loose over his shoulder. The man had a perfect line up. From the look of it, his locs were centralized in the middle of his head like a mohawk. It felt like he was the only man that could pull that off. If you saw him on the street, you would never think that he owned a multi-million-dollar marketing firm, but in the same breath, you would know he was wealthy.
His beard was to sit on. In the picture in the lobby, he didn’t have one nor did he have locs. At first glance, Greek was not the ethnic group that I would place him in. That was a black man standing at the head of this conference table.
“It’s so nice of you to join us, Elodie. Orion, this is our marketing manager. I apologize for her tardiness.” Sherrie’s tone was snarky and condescending.
Orion’s eyes stayed on Sherrie for a brief moment before he lifted his arm and looked at his watch. When his eyes turned back on her, he wore an off-put expression.
