The Worst Of Luck

chapter thirty four

I woke up to the stinging feeling of coldness erupting from my shoulders down, I groaned as I opened my eyes to see Vincent standing there, blanket in his hand. My warm, beloved blanket. He had a sly smirk on his face as he awaited for my wrath. I was going to kill him. "Why on earth would you wake me up at 6am!" I growled, ripping the blanket out of his grip and putting it back on myself.

"Get out of bed Olivia, before I drag you out myself. We have a busy day ahead of us," Vincent said, ripping the blanket off of me again. I sighed, glancing over to see Aidan still peacefully sleeping with his blanket still on. He was wiped from all the medications he was receiving that I now know he did not need, the thought of that made my blood boil. When I found whoever planned this, I was going to rip their head off.

I rolled out of bed, glaring at Vincent's smirking as I walked to the bathroom. Stupid morning people.

I looked in the mirror, slightly frightened at the girl who stared back at me. My hair looked as if I hadn't brushed it for weeks, the bags under my eyes were very prominent and overall I looked disgusting. I picked up brush, dragging it through the knots in my hair before brushing my teeth and washing my face. It was 6am, no need for makeup. If anything, I should be sleeping. But Vincent was right, we had a big day ahead of us.

I walked back into the bedroom to see Vincent sitting next Aidan, watching him sleep with adoration in his eyes. I smiled softly at the sight, when Aidan got better I knew Vincent would raise him into an amazing alpha.

"I'd say we have around three hours before Aidan wakes up, even if it's for a few minutes. I don't want him to wake up alone," I said, glancing at the clock that read 6:10am. Even if Vincent's office was connected off his bedroom, and all that separated Aidan and I was a door, I didn't want him to wake up scared. I locked Vincent's bedroom door the inside, and the one window he had, before we made our way into his office.

The last time I was In here, was when I was reminding him to relax. Before everything. The intimate moment we had came to memory and the thought of it made me blush, as heat pooled in my lower regions. "Stop," Vincent growled, his voice slightly deeper and huskier. I blushed even harder, before mumbling an apology. I completely forgot that he could smell my arousal. But I had to keep my mind on track here.

I plopped down on a small, black leather couch as I watched Vincent sit down at his desk. He flipped through papers, before dialing a number on his phone and calling someone. I could hear a girl answer on the other line, of course it was a girl who owed him a favour. He carried on his conversation, bringing up the favour she had owed him, the girl had agreed to come to the pack house tomorrow afternoon. "I appreciate you coming, I'll see you tomorrow," Vincent had said, wrapping up the call before looking at me. I'm not sure what he was looking at, or why. "What?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. He just smiled, shaking his head before resuming back to flipping through papers. Is he possessed or something?

An hour had passed of Vincent typing away mindlessly at his computer, and to say I was bored out of my mind was understatement. Vincent wouldn't let me do anything except sit on the couch and stare at a wall. He wasn't too happy after I spilt coffee on some of his papers. So I guess I could only blame myself. But to be fair, he placed his coffee way to close to my elbow.

I sat up before walking over to him, his focus not leaving the paper once. I trailed behind him, glancing over his shoulder at what he was doing. I sighed heavily at the complicated document portrayed on his computer screen. "Olivia," Vincent asked, his voice sounding tense and slightly annoyed. "Yes?" I responded, trying to sound as innocent as possible. He spun his chair around so we were facing each other, before grabbing my hips and looking up at me. "You're distracting me," he growled, pulling me onto his lap. My heart rate picked up, my body reacting to his touch. "How is standing behind you distracting you?" I asked, my voice coming out almost a whisper due to the close proximity between us. 

"Because right now," he said as his head dipped down into the crook of my neck, "all I want to do is bend you over and take you right here. And you being that close to me, is not helping." He finished, as he traced his lips down my neck. My cheeks burned red as I felt my core dampen. "You smell so good when you're turned on," he growled in my ear, biting my ear lobe before soothing it with his tongue. His grasp on my hips tightened as he pulled my body so my core was resting on his hard on. My head lulled back, as I sighed at the familiar pleasure of tingles that erupted from my core as Vincent grounded himself into me. My body aches for more, I wanted to feel him, all of him. But right now, we had so much to do. It was not the time to let my hormones get in the way. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him away from my neck. "You have work to do, remember." I said teasingly, pecking him on the lips before removing myself from straddling his lap. He looked dumbfounded as he was normally the one to leave me when things got too heated. I smirked internally as I walked back to my couch, looking at him innocently as he glared at me.

"I'll get you back, just wait." He said more to himself then me, but I just shook my head before laying on the couch and staring at the ceiling. "How am I supposed to work now?" Vincent mumbled to himself. I smiled knowing he was talking about his downstairs. I could feel his eyes on me, "what're you looking at?" I asked, becoming self conscious being under his gaze. "Just how beautiful you are," he replied, smirking as my cheeks redden. Why did he have to say those things? "Back to work, Vincent." I said.

The door leading out to the hall was knocked on, as I laid upside down on the couch. Vincent told whoever it was to come in, I saw the door open as a pair of long legs walked in. "What do you need, Tori?" Vincent asked, his holding an annoyed tone. I flipped around at the mention of the name. I had met Tori once before, but I didn't realize it was Vincent's sister at the time. "Well that's no way to greet your sister," she said, fake pouting. It had been so long since I had seen her, I almost forgot she existed. "Olivia, I almost didn't see you. How is everything?" Tori asked, concern laced in her voice. She knew Aidan had gotten sick, but she had been busy covering for Vincent when he came and visited Aidan. "I'm doing good, I'm sure Vincent has filled you in on what's going on," I said, lowering my tone. Just in case some spy was pressed against the door. She frowned, nodding, "Yes he has. Whoever is responsible is a twisted person, and when I find out whoever it is, I'm going to rip their head off." She growled, I smiled at her reaction. She descended from an Alpha bloodline, making her wolf more protective of her pack. "That will not be necessary, I'll handle them myself." Vincent said, anger evident in his voice. I was going to interrupt, saying whoever was responsible was going to deal with me, but I heard a small cry coming from the room next us.

Aidan had woken up.