My New Mate (Complete)

Chapter 3: Kissing Mate

Derrick

It's been three days since I found my mate. I've been avoiding him for the most part. Only reason I'm on my way to his building is because my lawyers gave me the contract. I'm not prepared for a mate right now but this development is profitable and he needs it more than I do. I step out my car and look up at the building, smaller than mine. I walk in glancing around at the brightness of his lobby. Who decides to have their lobby be baby blue? Baby blue and brown doesn't really go together but looking around its put together quite elegantly. I walk past the front desk to the elevators. As I walk all I smell is the arousal of the female workers. This damn bond doesn't let me look in any of their direction. Why doesn't he have security in his building anyway? It's so easy to just walk in without notice. It's the dumbest thing he could possibly do for his business. I get off on his floor going straight to his office. I don't see his PA at the desk so I walk straight into his office. What I see instantly pisses me off. Some guy is sitting on my mate's lap with his arm around his neck. They both look up and the guy rises.

"What are you doing here?" Jones asks.

"Obviously interrupting," I state through gritted teeth.

"Justin, can you give us a minute?"

He nods before walking out the room and I resist the urge to rip his fucking throat out. Though I'm not too excited about this damn mate business doesn't mean he gets to kiss on other fucking people. Especially after he damn near begged me not to reject his ass. I'm in front of Jones in a second holding him up against the wall by his neck. I should kill him right now for his disrespect.

"You'd do well to remember that I don't like to play games mate" I spit.

He gasps trying to get air into his lungs and I increase my grip before letting him go. As much as I'd like to kill him I know that it'd kill me more. This is why I didn't want a fucking mate. All they do is create unnecessary problems and make all the emotions you have amplified by ten. I hate that seeing him kissing someone else pisses me off as much as it does. He coughs trying to breathe.

"You're an asshole" he gasps, "you fucking kissed your PA and have a problem with mine sitting on my lap doing the same thing."

I grit my teeth not bothering to respond to his statement. I don't fucking know, my wolf wants his mate but I don't want anything to do with him. If I had it my way a beautiful woman would be my mate and be the perfect submissive one. No, I just had to get a mate who doesn't know his fucking place. I had no choice but to be angry, my wolf was pissed and wanted his mate to know who he belongs too.

"What do you want?" Jones asks. I pull out the contract tossing it onto his desk. "This is my office not yours, show me some got damn respect" he growls.

I roll my eyes before taking a seat across from him. I look around the office taking notice of the shelving below the windows with trophies and basketballs. He has a small glass coffee table in front of a white leather couch. He has another bookcase on the left side of the room. In the left corner of the room is a chest which I'm going to assume has clothes in it. His desk looks to be maple wood. Everything about his space is light and it bothers me. I glance back to him to see him looking over the contract. I can't help but to notice how plump and pink his lips are. I bet his mouth would feel amazing wrapped around my dick. His warm cavern taking in all of me till it's reaching the back of his pretty throat. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? I adjust my seating to accommodate the hard on I'm currently sporting. This is why I've been avoiding contact at all costs with him. The past three days he's been owning my thoughts and dreams. I couldn't even fuck without thinking it was him I was fucking. This mate shit fucks everything up.