The Werewolf CEO 1 of The CEO Series

The Funeral

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"Monsters are not born. They are made evil."

Early in the morning, I woke up with the weather as a nasty compliment to my mood.

The skies remained grim and gloomy, with lumps of darkening clouds hovering lowly above ground. Their shadows engulfed anything in its path, blanketing the atmosphere with a heavy feeling that made my smile fade away.

Today, Mrs Gavin had gone out and got me a black dress to wear for the funeral, since I couldn't leave the house.

The dress was perfect in more ways than I could describe— it was simple, and it was too precious.

I started off with a slow and gentle brush, combing through my hair softly, while taking my time to sort out the tangled strands and smoothed down all the bed-hairs. I put the light bit of mascara that I kept in my tote bad, before I checked on my appearance in the full-body mirror, my eyes examining this fragile form of mine; my petite body fitted like a slender reflection.

Today wasn't a happy day. So I decided to treat it as such.

My bloodshot eyes were puffy from crying all night, and you couldn't blame me for such an act either. My soul was fractured; torn to bits and letting all the pain flow was the only option that I had.

A knock on the door broke me out of my daze.

"Yes ?" I replied without looking away once from the mirror.

Mrs Gavin's voice behind the door was muffled, but I could hear her just fine. "Miss Summer, Mr Dark is waiting for you downstairs," she called out.

"I will be down in a minute," I responded, and blew out a heavy sigh. Grabbing my black tote bag sitting just beside the mirror, I swung it over my shoulder roughly, and strutted out of my room.

As I descended from the flight of stairs, my ears perked up to a male's voice, it was deep and husky.

He was furious.

"How long does she have to take ?" Alec exclaimed, and glanced at the Rolex watch strapped around his wrist. I should have kept it for myself, I thought, as I peered down at it. All the while, I inspected him in secret— his attire for the occasion. He was wearing a black tuxedo, with a black shirt beneath it, and a black silk tie.

Simply beautiful.

"Mr Dark, please. It's been difficult for her-" the old lady stopped her plead when she saw me standing by the base of the stairs.

"I told you," I said, without meeting the devil's eyes, "You don't have to come."

He stared at me with an unreadable expression.

"We're going to be late," I got his attention and he stormed out of the house.

I pursued behind him, putting an onerous effort to match my pace with his wide strides. "You know, you told me you would get someone to pick up my car," I reminded him.

He reasoned, "I do realise that, and I have picked it up. It's just not here." He opened the door to the sleek Mercedes-Benz, and waved for me to hop in first.

I gave him an indifferent look. "Woah, is Mr Alec Dark being a gentleman ?! I have to frame this !" I exclaimed sarcastically as my body slid into the leather seat, the cold seeping in through my dress.

"Alex, stop this nonsense," he demanded, and went to the other side of the car. I groaned out loud, because not only he kept getting my name wrong, but he was also scolding me like I was child.