The Slave and Her Owner

Fucking Wolves

Her face resembled something very familiar to me and that's when it struck me harder than all the punches this woman threw at me.

"Van?"

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"Van?" I breathed out. My eyes couldn't believe who they were looking upon. This woman beneath me shouldn't be here. The woman I had longed for for so many years and fell in love with after one simple kiss only to die in my arms in the heat of danger. This woman was mine.

"You know this stalker?" Grace asked me breaking me from my thoughts.

"No, she's not a stalker. At least I don't think so, but yes, I do know this girl."

"And I'm guessing her name is Van?"

"You would make a great detective, Grace." I said sarcastically.

"Wait wait wait. So if you know this girl, then why did she attack you?"

"You know I would just love to answer your questions, Grace, but by the looks of the unconscious girl beneath me, does it look like I have the answers?"

"I want to say, no?" She mumbled. I climbed off my straddled position and pulled at my torn shirt removing the item of clothing from my aching body.

"You know this is the second time you've gone shirtless around me?" Grace said playfully despite the seriousness of the moment.

"Huh? Funny how you just called Van a 'stalker' when you're keeping count of how many times I've gone without a shirt in front of you." I told her holding my ruined top in my left hand.

"I was just saying. Anyway I think we should get her to a more comfortable spot than on the floor." Grace said observing her flat body against the dark wood.

"Yeah, you're right." I set down the shirt and kneeled next to Van. I pushed her to the side a little so I could get my hand underneath her back. With a little difficulty due to the soreness of my entire body, I hoisted her into the air smiling a little bit when her face got close to mine. I carried her to the couch and removed the shoes from her feet along with her over coat that she still hadn't taken off.

Well, she really didn't have any time to because as soon as she walked through the door, she started to charge at me.

I put a blanket that was conveniently on the side of the couch on top of Van. I pulled back some of the beautiful, dark hair away from her face and my smile just would not leave my own. I got up from the couch to see Grace staring at me.

"Damn, you're starting to freak me out. I have never seen you smile so hard before. It's quite the anomaly." She said to me as I gazed upon my sleepyhead.

"I can tell. It's annoying the crap out of me. I'm going to get another shirt and clean her up." She nodded her head and made her way to sit down in the middle of the couch.

I retrieved my shirt and pulled it over my head. I looked into the mirror and felt like an idiot when I was fretting over if I looked good in front of Van or not. I walked back down stairs and my breathing stopped when I saw Van coming back around. I rushed over to the other side of the couch.

"Van, baby, it's okay. You can wake up." I told her watching her eyes flutter and for me to see that beautiful shade of light brown. Van finally was able to hold her eyelids open a little and she looked around the room. She suddenly jumped up from my arms to sit up and it caused me to worry.

"Who are you?" She asked us hurriedly.

"What do you mean you don't know who we are? You're the one who came to our penthouse and attacked Hannah!" Grace yelled at her and started to get up from the furniture. I followed Grace and grabbed her arms from behind to hold her back.