Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Madi
I look out at the view of turquoise water and white sand from the window of our honeymoon suite. The architecture on the island is a glorious combination of raw nature and complete luxury. All the buildings gleam white, matching the foam of the sea. We’re staying in a killer mansion right on the beach. A heated pool carved into the hillside takes on the look of natural water, complete with a waterfall and hot tub area. We have a full luxury kitchen, but there’s a restaurant right behind us where Brick says I can order anything and have it brought to our quarters or anywhere on the island.
After we arrived on the island, we showered, had sex again, and unpacked. Then Brick left, saying he was going to arrange our dinner.
I decide it’s a good time to call Aubrey. We’ve been texting, but we haven’t spoken in days–not since Brick marked me, and I miss her. I may not be able to share the fact that Brick’s a werewolf or that we’re mated, but I still need my bestie’s input and feedback.
She answers on the second ring.
“So, I’m on a Greek Island.”
“Stop it.”
“Seriously.” Beyond the bay window, the setting sun bathes the empty beach in pink and purple hues.
Our suite features wall-to-wall windows that face the sea, with a giant sliding glass door for easy access. Like when Brick helicoptered me into the Miravelle Spa, the employees were waiting for us when we arrived, and I haven’t seen any other guests. Like he rented out the entire island. Is that possible?
“That’s just nuts. So what–your billionaire boyfriend just decided to whisk you off to an island on his private jet?”
“That is literally what happened.” I couldn’t be more stunned about the state of my life.
“That’s terrible for the environment but also kind of awesome for you. Except, you don’t sound as ecstatic as I think you should.”
“Honestly…” I take a deep breath. I need to get this off my chest. “It feels like bringing me here is his stalling technique. Or meant to distract me. He doesn’t want to rehire me yet at Moon Co–I’m guessing because it would be a PR nightmare.”
“What do you mean?” Aubrey demands.
Aubrey always has my back. She would pee on Brick’s windshield right now if I told her he hurt me. Peeing on a person’s windshield is the ultimate insult, according to her.
“I think they want me to stay the bad guy to show the security breach has been completely handled. It might look even more mismanaged if I’m suddenly back to work there.”
“Oh that’s fucked up. I don’t like that at all.” Aubrey’s tone of voice matches the tension in the pit of my stomach.
It feels good to at least explain the situation aloud to someone. I’ve been too isolated lately. It turns out, I’m still on lockdown here. This seems to be his own private island. We’re not at a public resort. Or if we are, he booked the entire place.
“I don’t, either. I mean, I think he’s going to work it out but wants the dust to settle and to put some strategy behind it, but he’s not letting me in on the strategizing, so I feel…”
“Ew.”
“Yeah. That sums it up.”
“Do not let this guy jerk you around. I feel like the fact that he started as your boss may have set your relationship up for a weird dynamic where he thinks he gets to call all the shots.”
I close my eyes remembering the way he mastered me in the jet last night. I loved it–so much–but she’s right.
“That’s accurate.”
“Just because he’s rich and powerful does not make him better than you. He–” Aubrey interrupts her own rant.
“What?”
“Hang on. Let me ask you a question. Serious question, Mads.”
“Okay.”
She hesitates. “This is sort of the opposite of what I was just saying. But just to be devil’s advocate for a second–do you think you might be extra sensitive to this situation because he’s rich and powerful?”
“No.” I answer too quickly, a note of defensiveness ringing in my own ears.
Aubrey doesn’t say anything.
I turn over her words in my head. Of course, she doesn’t know the whole picture. How much of an outsider I really am to this man and his family, friends, and pack.
“I just know that’s a sore spot for you because of your sperm donor. I think it might make you defensive when you don’t need to be. I mean this guy is clearly crazy about you. I saw how miserable he looked when you guys split.”
She can’t know how true that is. He literally went mad over me.
“I feel like you might be looking for ways this isn’t going to work out as a way of protecting yourself instead of finding ways to make it work. You’re the problem-solver, Madi. I know when you set your mind to anything, you figure it out.”