Werewolf In Harlem

Chapter Eleven:

The Secrets You Keep

"It seems like you really kept shit in order while I been gone."

"You doubted me?" Chris asked.

"No. If I did you wouldn't own a huge part of this business. But you can get a lil' empty headed sometimes."

They were sitting in his office going over some paper work for the new hires. Chris really handled everything very professionally and David was proud cause as he said, Chris could be a little unprofessional. Luckily he didn't fuck up and everything was straight for the new girls.

"How was your 'vacation'?"

He used air quotes cause he knew exactly why Dave left without any notice. He was lucky to have a nigga who had his back like Chris did. But he didn't wanna tell him that she was practically begging him for some dick and instead mounting her like he wanted too they just cuddled. He should've known Chris wouldn't let it go anyway.

"Damn, you ain't smiling so I'm guessing you didn't do the hokey pokey."

"No."

"And why the hell not. From the way you left I was sure that's what East wanted. And Stevie Wonder could see how how badly you want each other."

"That's the problem I want her, but East needs her. He's way too aggressive about his mate and who's to say she won't have me committed or killed when she finds out what I really am? Now that he's gotten a taste he ain't tryna let her go. Just being here away from her is pissing him off."

The moment he left her standing there wanting in her doorway East had been fighting. He didn't care about the job or his life here, he just wanted his mate. And when he fucking kissed her it was like everything was falling into place. He was so close to getting what he needed and she was almost willing to give it to him. But she had no idea what that really was. Or what he really was.

A mate was a life-long commitment and if she wasn't intact he would die, and not figuratively. If she were to reject him he would go berserk. He would be unable to grasp reality and be stuck in his monstrous form forever until it killed him. What a fucking life he had.

"So, what now? Are you going to keep going after her and leading her on until you leave her high and dry?"

"Shut the fuck up, Chris." He growled.

"No. Because that's exactly what you're doing. You're givin' her half ass. Either you want to be with her and you tell her who you are or you would rather be alone so she can find someone else to live her life with." David growled again. "Exactly. It's not just East that's into her. Yeah he's more possessive and shit, but you like her just as much. Give her a chance."

"You don't think I want to? I want all of her Chris and the things I want to do to her...fuck I'm terrified of what that is."

"Oh, so you into that kinky shit." He laughed.

"Never thought about it before her. She makes me want that. Shït I never even thought about and what if I hurt her physically? I could never even live with myself."

"Safe-word is your best bet."

"And since when are you fuckin' Dr. Phil? I ain't seen you in a relationship....ever."

"You lookin' at a new man."

"Finally got ol' girl to give you a chance, huh?"

"Shit, she love a nigga."

"She can't stand a nigga."

"She frontin'. And she agreed to let me take her out."

"You? Takin' a broad on a real live date? Mercury in centipede or sum'?"