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)
Then I went into the bathroom and puked.
Since then, he’s honored my request but has sent a text each night.
The first night’s said,
I love you more than the moon herself.
I burst into tears. Brick–the cutting boss-hole–sending poetic love notes. It nearly killed me.
The second night he texted,
Don’t give up on me. I am going to make this work.
I responded,
I’m sure of it.
Last night’s message was,
I have a plan.
The wings flapping in my chest reminded me of my mom’s favorite Emily Dickinson poem.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
God, now I’m getting poetic. My mom would be so proud. She always wondered why I turned out so analytical after all the poetry and great literature I absorbed through her reading every night before bed.
Answering Aubrey’s question about a job means thinking about the future, which I don’t want to do. I’m in limbo right now. Until things are clear with Brick, I can’t figure out which chess piece to move forward.
“I don’t know. I think…maybe.”
“You sound very certain,” Aubrey jokes. “What’s holding you back? The fact that Eleanor Harrington is a wicked witch who wanted your mother to abort you and kept you from your father all these years?”
Aubrey’s assessment wrings a laugh out of me. “Okay, yes. For sure, that.”
“What else?”
I stop myself from flopping back on the couch, but the heaviness in my limbs makes me want to. Instead, I go all out with the cleaning, shoving the couch back off the rug to sweep beneath it.
“You still want your job back at Moon Co?” Aubrey guesses.
“Yeah, I guess. Except…I want something that I can’t go back to. I’ll never be the sparky assistant to the hot, grumpy billionaire again. We’ve evolved past that. So if I went back to Moon Co, I’d need a different job. I can’t be acting in a servile role to my boyfriend. It wouldn’t work.”
Aubrey pauses in her dusting and turns to give me an arched brow then looks at the rock on my left hand. “So you are still calling him your boyfriend?”
The tightness in my chest gives a throb, but underneath it is a fullness. There’s more love than pain now. Or they’re at least in equal parts.
“Yes.” I do believe Brick and I can figure this out. I’m committed to us. I know he loves me. I also know he needs me. So if this were a negotiation–which it isn’t, it’s a matter of the heart–I’d be in the power position. That gives me a wealth of confidence that I can still call him my boyfriend despite our current separation.
“So would you want to work somewhere else at Moon Co? What would you do?”
My brain sorts through the various options. “Ugh. I don’t know. None of the other departments or jobs appeal to me.” I wouldn’t want to work under anyone but Brick. Maybe his alpha-ness is starting to rub off on me, but I wouldn’t want to signal that kind of weakness.
“Imagine if I reported to someone like Billy. Ugh. Never.”
“You should ask Brick to make you his boss.”
I let out a humorless chuff. “That’s not going to happen. I suspect he’d orchestrate my murder first.”
Which leads me back to Torrent. If I’m going to be an alpha female, I have a queendom to claim. I might not be able to work with Eleanor, but it seems like I’d be cutting off my own nose to spite my face if I didn’t give it a try.
The buzzer to our apartment sounds.
“Uh oh. I hope your boyfriend isn’t back to sending van loads of flowers every day. That’s so wasteful.” She slides on stocking feet to the door and presses the intercom. “Ye-es?” She drags out the syllable like she’s a butler from Downton Abbey.
A throat clears. For a moment, my heart skips thinking it’s Brick, but then a familiar and unwelcome voice comes through. “William White to see Madison.”
Aubrey lets out a ringing scoff. “Billy White. Were your ears ringing? We were just saying you can go fuck off.”
Billy
I grit my teeth at the human’s insult. It’s even more annoying that her whiskey on the rocks voice is so fucking pleasing to my ears.
I suppose I still deserve their anger. It’s probably why my alpha sent me here. He’s making me prove my loyalty to him by guarding the female I tried to force out of his life. I have to repair the damage I’ve done, so he can bring me back to my rightful position by his side.
Ever since I wrongfully accused Madi of the security breach, I’ve been on the outs with Brick. Kept from his side and his counsel. Punished with distance.
But he gave me a chance to prove myself in Sweden when he sent me to save her, and this may be my final test before I can resume my place as his right-hand wolf.