Orion Sterling is a wealthy business man...who also happens to be a dragon shifter.
Violet Winters is a young human just living pay check to pay check.
Under any other circumstances the two would have never crossed paths but fate...and a five deca...
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KILL.
Orion was a reasonable man. He really was, but arrogant humans who smelled like feet really pissed him off. Just like this 'Randy' who his soul mate had the terrible luck of being managed by.
His true self...his inner beast was having problems realizing that they could not actually murder this man in cold blood. He thought that he had taken enough suppressors to subdue his psychotic, animalistic side, but apparently this man who smelled like day old socks had made his beast rise above the binding of medications he took.
"Big O can you stop making a scene and get your ass over here?!"
Standing over the cowering and bleeding little human...Orion felt somewhat satisfied. His dragon side certainly didn't feel that way, but he felt a little satisfaction that the shoe eating grin the man wore while talking down to Violet was now gone. That smirk was now replaced with a face full of fear and panic.
Please. Kill.
His dragon was pestering him yet again about killing the wretched human. He couldn't though. Smart phones littered almost everyone who had witnessed the scene unfold hands. Everyone was recording. He was used to it, but still. He had a certain image to uphold. Especially being such a 'vicious animal.'
The last time he was this crazed in the public eye was at least ten years ago when in Milan. Some Neanderthal insulted his sister in law and he lost all his marbles. That was before he had the amazing 'pill' to kill most of his urges. He shifted and threw the man off a balcony. He didn't kill him...but the man was brain dead. His family had to do a shit ton of damage control. Including bribery of the man's grieving/greedy family and killing the story with the media. Which was more complicated then he would have liked.
"Damn you, she's a freakin nobody, why should you care so much about her?" The man on the floor snarled, holding his jaw, and glancing around at all the people watching. No doubt feeling embarrassed about all of this.
Orion was under the impression that the man enjoyed pain with the way he kept shoveling out shit with his mouth, and was about to show him just how much his mouth could get him into trouble when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Master Sterling, I assure you this hooligan will be taken care of in private. May I suggest you come outside and join your mate? I do have some pills of you would like to calm your inner self down." A sense of relief came over him, hearing an older man's voice.
Turning his head, he was met with a well dressed, thin, older man with a genuine smile on his face. None other than Fred his personal everything. Assistant, accountant, chef, Doctor, confidant.
Stay. Kill. No pills.
"Thank you Fred," he smiled tightly, ignoring the words from the waste of space called 'Randy.' He was so weak, just weak bones and blood covered in such a soft skin. Like a peach. He could crush him easily, yet he had to restrain himself. He knew how the media would spin it if he caused more damage to this idiot. Fred was right. "Let's get out of here."
