The Rise of the Fallen Queen

Chapter 44 (Mature Content)

CHAPTER 44 (MATURE-ISH CONTENT)

Chantel sent her last client on his way after the happy hour massage she gave him. She could read her clients fairly well and knew how to manipulate them enough to get some sweet tips. Counting the large stack of bills, her thoughts turned to Dameon Wilde. It was odd that the Alpha King wanted to go to dinner with her. She didn't want him getting any ideas about this being more than it was since she had a super-rich boyfriend that was coming to town. Dillion had talked often about taking her far away from here and starting a new life where she didn't have to fuck for money.

He was an accountant and doing well but he said that his mother would be against the idea of him being with her so Chantel had to be patient. It was frustrating but at least she was able to get some really nice gifts from Dillion while she waited for him to grow a set of balls. When she returned from her "date" with Dameon, she was reading a magazine as she sipped a glass of wine in her bubble bath. There was an article about Dillion Powell, who was a financial advisor for a major banking firm that catered to several celebrities.

It was from that article that Chantel found out that her "secure" future had been "happily" married for the last fifteen years. The lividness didn't last as long as the fear that began to creep in. At 33, she knew that her days of profit and play were limited. She needed a wealthy man and a ring on her finger pronto.

The desperate woman continued to work for Ms. Sheila, taking note of every client to find one that could afford her the life she wanted. She was angry that Dameon Wilde no longer wanted her to bring the bimonthly payments from Miss Shelia. Her heart simply broke when she dug further into the Rogue Kings affairs. Chantel saw that he indeed had a doctorate and not only that he was also wealthy.

How dare he ban me? She thought.

"Probably because you were acting like a bitch." Her wolf snarked. Chantel and her wolf were no longer on friendly terms ever since she rejected her mate for not being able to afford a Lamborghini and the lifestyle she lusted for.

Refusing to engage in a pointless argument. Chantel packed away the lotions and oil before wiping down the room. She was the last one to go home. Making her way towards the front of the massage parlor, she overheard Ms. Sheila on the phone.

A smile formed on her face. The Alpha King was about to get a new baby mama.

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Dameon was at a loss of what to do with himself. He was supposed to be working but seeing Monica's empty desk upset him more than he cared to admit. It was fun to tease the quiet werewolf who didn't let anything upset her, but the witty comebacks and snarky replies kept Dameon interested in whatever she had to say.

Today, Mona wasn't coming in until later because she was checking over the list for ordering supplies. Phinn, Dameon's wolf, had been whining nonstop.

"But why can't we go to her?"

"You're starting to sound like a needy little bitch." Dameon told his wolf who growled at him.

"Only thing I 'need' is my baby..." Phinn retorted. "On her knees crying with pleasure."

The image of his personal assistant on all fours with him behind her holding onto her generous hips and pounding away made him groan.

"Shit! Fuck you! Now my dick is hard, and I don't have anyone around to fix it."

A knock on the door interrupted his scolding. Phinn immediately hushed him and wagged his tail happily at the thought of Monica walking in. To the wolf's, and man's, disappointment it was that blonde disaster, Sherry? Shanty? Or whatever her name was, strutting in.

To think, at one time, he found her attractive. Now all he could think that she reminded him of a pale scarecrow. Dameon sighed as he half sat on the edge of Monica's desk.

"Didn't you get rid of her?" Phinn huffed.

"Good afternoon Dameon darling." She purred. "I'm so sorry for my behavior the last time we met but I was having some hormonal issues at the time. I hope you understand. I'm not normally like that."

Dameon could have cared less how she was normally or otherwise. She swayed her narrow hips as she approached him. She placed a manicured hand on his chest. "I hope you can forgive me." She said with a seductive smile as her hand dropped down to caress his jean covered bulge.

"Ugh. I don't like her touching us and all that perfume is nauseating. Smack her hand away and throw her out." Phinn demanded.

Dameon was torn. His selfish desires usually won where sex was concerned but right now, he just didn't want another meaningless lay. On the other hand, he hadn't had sex in a while, and she was obviously willing. Though it had always been his routine to image another he sighed at the thought of having to think of his first mate again. Tiffany was dead and there was no bringing her back. He had grieved her, and it was time to move on.

While he sat there debating, Chantel had already released his cock from its confines and was deep throating the slowly deflating erection. He began to reharden under her expertise. He had to hand it to her. The blonde was a pro at sucking dick. Dameon looked up and froze.

His hazel eyes met the chocolate brown ones of his assistant. Monica was always so silent. Dameon never heard the door open. The heartbreak he saw on her pretty face made him feel sick. He couldn't understand why he felt that way.

Staring at the empty doorway, Dameon felt lost. As if something precious had just slipped through his fingers. Phinn was urging him to hunt Monica down and chain her to their bed so that she could never leave him again.

"GET OUT!" he growled at the blonde on the floor.

Seeing him nearly losing control and his wolf so rageful, the woman scrambled away. Chantel did not understand the reason behind the sudden shift, but she knew to run. Moving quickly, she almost crashed into the rogue vampire queen.

"What are you doing here?" Eesha snapped feeling grouchy and overprotective of the small life within her.

A loud pained howl came from the Alpha's office and the vampire took off. Chantel wondered if the dark-haired woman was responsible for Dameon's distraction. Perhaps they had formed a bond of sorts. If that were the case, then she needed to get rid of Eesha.

As the Rogue King's future mate, I alone should have the title of queen. She thought to herself.

A loud snort came from her wolf. "You are one delusional bitch."

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Because I always seem to be busy, I think I'll make Thursday my posting day. I'm actually posting early before it's my daughter's birthday! 

So Happy Birthday to my now 12 year old!