BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 3

As promised, the documents were sent to me right on the dot at 10pm. The whole entire time as I read through the contract, I thought to myself,

What was it about this damn cat that made it that important to save? I don't even like cats. Could I even handle the responsibility to adopt it once his surgery was done?

There were so many things that screamed for me to bail on this.

On the cat.

On Dr. Whitlock.

... but it wouldn't be right.

Just thinking about that night how scared and in pain that cat was feeling, it was as if I saw myself when I first moved to Seattle.

Alone, abandoned; I felt sorry for him.

Did his parents abandoned him too?

In the end, I signed the papers and submitted them back via e-mail.

Knowing that I would have to see Dr. Whitlock again fueled me with anxiety and eagerness. I don't know where in the hell this excitement came from knowing after what he had done to me; but I can't say I didn't like it.

Day in and Day out, all I could think about was how that bite made me feel.

The heart pounding fear, the tingling euphoria, giving away my vulnerability so easily; it was such an emotional connection I've never felt before with another person. The truth was that I desperately wanted to happen again.

I wanted him to replace the marks that we now gone. I wanted him to take me down and ravish me with his tongue like that night.

The more I let myself sink into the depths of that memory, the more I just couldn't wait to see him again.

It was so hard to focus on my work at home when he was on my mind all the damn time. My fingers constantly itched to call him back since waiting for him felt like an eternity. Right around midnight, I gave in and called.

My heart beating harder with each waiting ring.

1...

2...

3...

4 rings and I was sent to voicemail.

I wasn't even aware that the tone was set off that I started my message with a stupid stammer.

"Oh uh, H-h-hi Dr. Whitlock. It's um... Rose Valor... the girl with the cat? Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I signed the papers and.. I-I'd like to know when his operation would start? How much I have to pay and all that stuff... if you could give me a call back at—."

"You have reached your time limit on this message. Message has been sent. Goodbye."

What?! My jaw drops. I was on a timer?! Aw man, how embarrassing!

I drowned into my leather rolling chair, groaning at the thought of him hearing that message when my phone rang.

"Oh fuck!" I jumped.

I looked at the caller ID with anticipation when my excitement instantly died. It was Camilla.

God I'm such an idiot. Here I am acting like a school girl when he probably just sees me as another blood source.

I need to knock it off.

I am not this desperate.

I am better than this.

I need to get over this stupid infatuation with this guy... vampire... whatever!

"Hey." I answer.