You are the Answer {boyxboy} ✓ (Dogs, Bats & Monkeys series, Book I | Riley)

Prologue

~A Few Weeks Before Christmas~

“Don’t you dare… Let me go!”I tried to sound firm as I struggled to break free from his grip but he only held me tighter and his chest pressed harder into my back. “Let go…”

“Stop struggling, Riley; you know your attempts to get loose are futile… And you know what will happen next,” he whispered close to my ear and my body tensed before his fingers assaulted the sides of my torso. My laughter erupted at the fast flutter of his digits, my body flailing.

“Stop it… Rhys… You-you know… I’m… I’m ticklish,” I barely managed to shout between my guffaws.

He was feeling merciful today so the punishment lasted only a few more seconds before his hands paused.

“That’s what you get for leaving me so early today,” he declared, easing up his grip enough for me to turn away from the kitchen window and face him instead.

“It’s not like I volunteered to work more,” I tried to explain as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “It’s just that with Christmas nearing the mall is more crowded and we all have to put in extra hours. Besides, that way I’ll get paid more and will be able to buy you a really nice present,” I added, pecking him on the lips.

“I’d rather you spent more time with me than getting a nice present,” he said and I couldn’t help but giggle at the way he pouted; such a tough guy, such childish reactions sometimes!

“And if you insist on making me happy,” he went on, “buy yourself something sexy for Christmas and I guarantee you I’ll enjoy watching you in it.” He gave me that naughty smirk which always made me unsteady on my feet and as his hands lowered from my waist to my butt, I groaned, regretting I had to leave for work.

Being a barista may not be as important as being a heart surgeon, a policeman or a fireman, but I took my job seriously. Every day shoppers from all ages and sizes would come to rest in our café before returning to the time-consuming task of going through all the shops in the mall. Some of them were excited by the latest items they’d acquired, others obviously just tagged along with these enthusiastic followers of the commercial religion, while they themselves wished to be anywhere but there.

That was where I came in.

I enjoyed cheering the unwilling companions so once they ordered, I used milk, cream, cocoa powder and spices to draw figures in their drinks. The ones who had not visited our establishment before were always pleasantly surprised and I loved seeing how their round eyes would crinkle at the corners as they grinned at my creation; the ones who were familiar with my talent preferred to visit the Milk & Cream when I was on shift so that they would get a piece of art along with the favorite beverage.

That was why I loved my work so much: it provided me with an opportunity to express myself and make people smile while I was at it.

A very popular design for teenage boys were memes and for girls – flowers; young couples, holding hands, would get milk hearts on top of their drinks; the elderly couple who had decided to reenact their first date – a movie and coffee afterwards – inspired me to draw two halves of a heart and when they placed their cups next to each other the parts came together to make a one whole heart. I remembered how I wished back then that I would one day also find someone to grow old with.

And today I had him.

How had I gotten so lucky as to find a guy like Rhys?

Strong, confident, caring, protective and adoring… I could go on forever with enlisting all that made me fall in love with him. Oh, and sexy as Hell; I shouldn’t forget sexy as Hell. And to think that a few months ago I was going to turn him down because of a little extra fur… Okay, because of a lot of extra fur, a set of claws and pointy teeth.

But all that seemed so insignificant to me now when I was in his arms and he was trailing soft kisses over my skin, starting from my right shoulder and making his way up to my neck as he whispered “mate” in my ear.

I’m so going to be late for work today was what I thought as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, a low moan escaping my parted lips.

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A/N: Those of you who are familiar with my work are probably wondering why I am writing a werewolf story when I’m not a fan of the genre. The thing is that I saw a short story competition with werewolves as the theme and decided to try out something new. Once I began working on You Are the Answer, I realized that it is not going to fit in the Short Story category. Bottom line? I’m not entering that competition but I’m still going to post this story on wattpad for those of you who enjoy the genre.

Speaking of short story competitions – I’m organizing one of my own. Everyone who participates gets at least one comment on their entry and the winner gets five prizes, including a review on another story by them and shout outs. If you are interested, read the rules in my The Contest Book, chapter December Challenge.

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