Page 8 of The Breeding Cave
“No,” I growled. “She’s mine.” Those two words left my mouth before I could stop them.
After what had happened to my pack decades ago, I vowed to never say those words and mean it. I vowed to only ever mate to extend my line, not for fate.
And then I’d had to walk into Pink Ivory.
Cursed place.
“If you want to keep your job, you’ll leave,” I said. “Now.”
“Fine,” Brent said, his happy expression gone—as it should be—and his hands up. “I’ll go.”
I waited for him to turn around and leave, but he lingered by the door, as if he wished that Yeosin would turn around and see him so he could give her a grimace and a goodbye. The longer he waited, the more possessiveness built up inside me.
“I’m not?—”
“You should know that I invited her to apply to be my assistant,” Brent said suddenly. “I didn’t know you had a thing for her or else I wouldn’t have said anything to her. But she was telling me that she needed a second job, and I need an?—”
Why did she tell Brent that she needed a job? Has she spent ten million already?
It didn’t matter how many questions I asked myself; I couldn’t wrap my head around her. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she had met me in The Breeding Cave, and she already had me questioning everything.
Why didn’t she quit her job today after I gave her the money?
“What do you mean, she needed a job?” I asked. “She has money.”
And if she didn’t have enough, then I’d give it to her.
My gaze traveled to the bar, where she sat with her back facing me while sipping on a Cherry Coke. Soon enough, she’d be locked away in my penthouse, walking around in a robe made from the finest of silks and her belly rounder than it ever had been.
She wouldn’t need to work. She wouldn’t need to go out on dates with anyone.
Except with me.
“She said?—”
“Fine,” I growled. “She’s hired.”
Besides, it would help me keep tabs on her while I worked. She wouldn’t have to be at Pink Ivory, burning her hands any longer. Her desk would be in view of my office so I could see her through the windows.
“Now, go before I change my mind.”
After peering into the bar once more at Yeosin, Brent blew out a breath and headed in the opposite direction toward the exit. I tilted my head to watch him leave, and then I followed a few moments later and waited quite impatiently for her to realize that he wasn’t coming back.
Thirty minutes passed, and she finally walked out of the bar with a coat draped over her shoulders and a frown on her face. I kicked myself off the building and followed her through the shadows toward the bus stop a few blocks down.
Before she made it to the brightly lit bus stop booth, I wrapped one hand around her waist from behind and slapped my opposite hand over her mouth, pulling her into a dark alleyway and pressing her up against the brick wall.
She screamed into my palm and flailed her limbs everywhere.
“What are you doing at a bar with him?” I growled into her ear.
A moment passed, and her body relaxed. She reached up with her smaller hands and peeled away my fingers from her mouth, breathing heavily against me, almost the same way she had done last night after she came for the tenth time.
“With who?” she asked.
“Don’t fucking play around with me, Yeosin.”
She shuddered when I said her name, her cunt beginning to salivate. I breathed in the pumpkin scent, wanting nothing more than to savor it on my tongue. I hadn’t had much of a taste of her yet, but that would change. Soon.
