My Boss is My Mate

Chapter Four

Chapter Four- Rebecca’s POV

“Ugh.” I groaned. I sat up in my bed to realize…this isn’t my bed? I looked around the well-furnished room and a familiar scent hit me like a brick. Of course he would have a bed in his office in case he wanted to do the nasty with a coworker.

Oh shit… we did the nasty! How did I manage to stoop so low on my first day!? I climbed out of the bed and saw that I was already dressed with my shoe and crutches placed next to the bed. I slipped my shoe on and grabbed my crutch so I could head over to the door. Before I reached the door, Mr. Boss Man, opened it slowly and was surprised to see me up.

“Oh, I um… I didn’t think you’d be up yet. How are you feeling?” He pointed down towards my southern region with a genuine look on his face.

“I’m fine no thanks to you.” I wasn’t going to tell him how I feel like someone shoved a knife up there. Hell, HE’S FRICKEN ELEVEN INCHES LONG AND LIKE ALMOST FIVE INCHES WIDE! I’m no virgin, but with him, it felt like it was my first time all over again. As if reading my thoughts, this expression went from neutral to one of worry.

“Did I hurt you? If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have gone so far. Shit Rebecca I’m sorry!” I waved him off as I pushed past him and into the office itself.

“How long was I asleep?” I asked without turning to face him.

“About seven hours…”

“You have some serious explaining to do. There are some major things that you keep doing that I need explanations for.” I heard him curse under his breath, implying he’d have to tell me some secret of his.

Damon’s POV

I can’t what I really am! Knowing her, she’d be infuriated, castrate me, and then leave me! I am not prepared to have my Mate reject me and leave me to be a Luna-less Alpha!

I shook my head as I grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

“I’m sorry. There are so many things I wish I could tell you, but can’t. I will tell you this- your moans are like Beyonce and Heaven mixed together. They are seriously so fucking amazing to listen to- you have no idea.” My statement was rewarded with a slap across the face. One in which I didn’t even flinch to. I watched her as she shrugged her shoulders.

“So I’ve been told. But seriously, I can’t keep working for you if all I’m here for is a fuck every now and then.” I opened my mouth to speak but she silenced me with a wave of her hand. “As I was saying, it is very apparent that you have something that you’re hiding from me. I don’t care what it is- but if I feel it is completely absurd, I will raise Hell and flip a table. Now spill.” Oh sit, when she wants something, she’s determined to get it.

“Well,” I started. “You see…erm…youhappentobemymateandI’mawerewolfandwehavematesandyou’remymateandI’malsotheAlphaofmypacksoyouwillbemyLunaandhelpmerunthepackandthisjobisjusttomakemoneytosupportmypackbutmyrealjobisprotectingthemandstuffandsoyeahifyouahevanyquestionspleasewritethemdownandleavetheminthequestionboxinthecorneroverthere.” She didn’t seem fazed what-so-ever after I was done speaking. She simply walked over to my desk, grabbed a sticky-note and a pen, wrote down her question, and dropped it into the box.

I walked over to the box and pulled out the slip of paper. It read: have you ever considered admitting yourself into a hospital for the mentally ill? Somehow, I knew she wouldn’t take this well, and boy was I damn sure correct. I shook my head as to answer her question. She looked at me and laughed before sitting down.

“Damn! And here I was wondering when you’d tell me! Now I have two over-sized dogs claiming I’m their Mate! What more is this world going to throw in my face!?” She laughed bitterly as she placed her head in her hands.