(Author’s POV)
"What has gotten into him? He sotis acts more like our dad’s then our actual dad’s, huff" Yelena spoke to Myra as Fabian departed. "Do you have any idea what he was onto?"
"I don’t know. Maybe as he said, there are a lot of wild animals out there. Maybe he is just looking out for us," Myra replied as she couldn’t make out anything more from Fabian’s words. But then she recalled the look on his face, it was full of pleading, full of warning.
A sudden unease started taking root inside her. ’Maybe there is sothing more to it?’ But as soon as the thought ca Myra dispersed it, ’No, if there was, he would have told us.’ She rubbed her temples as they went inside her house.
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Fabian strolled back to his place. Taking off his shoes, he put on his house slippers and placed the grocery bag onto the white granite stone kitchen top. He poured himself so water as a voice he was well aware of chid, "Where are you coming from, Fabian?"
He paused and shifted his gaze to the source. The person was sitting leisurely on his beige hued couch, their legs crossed.
"How did you get in?" Fabian’s voice turned sharp very different from his usual tone.
"I walked inside from the front door," the person replied casually.
"This is not what I ant, Ms. Elisa Queens," he spoke, his voice still edgy.
"Aww, aren’t we close? Why are you calling like that? Just call , Elisa or maybe Lisa would do," Elisa played with her hair, spiraling a lock carelessly as she said this.
"First of all, we ..." Fabian pointed at him and then at her as he continued, "Are not close at all. You are my grandfather’s guest. And secondly, I don’t think I ever gave you permission to enter my place," he was stern as he walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers.
"You are breaking my heart, sweetheart. Aren’t we a team? Didn’t Jaco~ ... Mr. Larson said that we have to fulfil ’the task’ together. And as for how I ca inside~," Elisa got up from her place and stepped forward, where Fabian has settled, her steps slow and deliberate. "That rough and tough guy, you always have around ...... your slave ...... he let in." She sat beside Fabian, trying to be as close to him as possible.
Fabian scooted away at once as he wanted to minimize any physical contact with her as he replied, "Gunnar .... he would never do that. And for your information, he is not my slave. He is a person, my person. Don’t you dare spout nonsense in front of ."
Elisa wasn’t fazed by his animosity at all. She scooted over towards him as she said, her tone playful as there was a lingering hint of seduction in it, "Ohhoo ...... you aren’t any fun, Fab. I just spoke without thinking much, can’t you give a bit of leeway?" She tried to touch his arm but Fabian got annoyed and got up from the couch and settled on a single person chair.
"I would appreciate if we don’t have any physical contact, Ms. Queens. And why did you co to visit in the first place?" Fabian asked, his tone wasn’t rude but it sure was acrid. "I don’t recall we had any eting scheduled with each other for today."
"That’s why I said, you are no fun. Can’t I visit you without any scheduled eting? After all we need to be on the sa page and get to know each other, if we have to work together. Your grandfather especially seeked for this," Elisa replied, her words full of allure.
Fabian closed his eyes and tried to relax, his grip on the arm rest tightening. ’Yeah, let’s not overcomplicate things. I have to attend to those Lycan pests and she is assigned to help with it. I need to endure it.’
Pressing his lips together, he replied, his tone a bit softer than before, "Ms. Queens, how has been the preparations been going for the Lycan Alpha’s stay?" He dived into his business mode.
"It has all been done. We have ticulously arranged the presidential suites for all four of our guests in The Crown’s Opulence," Elisa told Fabian, her tone professional.
"Their flight will be landing at around ten in the morning, the day after tomorrow. So, we need to leave early to receive them. Please ... wear sothing~ ... appropriate," Fabian tried to sound polite.
"Appropriate? Am I not dressing appropriately enough?" Elisa pouted as she questioned Fabian about her current outfit. She was in a criss cross spaghetti strap bodycon halter black translucent dress which showcased her cleavage, waist and most of her back. She was dressed more like she had co to a party or to her lover’s place then to discuss official matters.
She added, "Am I not looking good? I have heard, those werewolves, they like the type who wears clothes like these or maybe less than this. Wouldn’t it be easy to talk business with them if one of them falls into the honey trap," She smiled deviously as she stated it.
Fabian blinked several tis. He was agitated by Elisa by now. ’Why the hell did grandfather gave such a person to deal with. She acts more like a seductress than a secretary. Arghh .... damn, I am going to get a headache because of her.’
"Wear sothing formal, Ms. Queens. They can do whatever they want in their territory but, here, in Esteria ... they are coming to discuss business. You don’t need to offer yourself on a platter to them for such things," Fabian replied, trying to sound as calm as possible.
"Okiez ... ohk ... As you requested, I will wear sothing formal to greet them. Just like a secretary," she winked at him.
Fabian’s mouth twitched. He shook his head and said, "If there is nothing else, you may go now. And~ ... from now on, don’t enter my house without permission." His words were pregnant with warning.
"Ouch ... you are so quick to send off. By the way, your friend, she is quite beautiful," she comnted as she got up from the couch.
"Friend?" Fabian narrowed his eyes at Elisa. "What friend?"
"Ohhhh co on. Don’t pretend. You already know whom I am talking about. Anyways, as I am not needed here anymore, I will be taking my leave. Toodles," Elisa muttered and started walking towards the door.
But Fabian spoke before she could step out, "Elisa Queens ... I am warning you. Don’t around my people, stay as far away from them as possible. Otherwise, don’t expect any courtesy from ."
"You make it sound like I am going to hurt her or anything. I was simply doing my morning workout that’s when I saw her. We didn’t even talk. Don’t make out to be a villain, Fab," saying this she exited the place. The innocent yet playful smile that has been lingering on her lips turned into a vicious, more devilish one, her eyes turning sharp.
"My plan is working out just fine. If everything remains like this, I may even hit a bonus. Can’t wait for the drama to unfold ... Ummm~ ... my mouth is already turning watery from all the anticipation," she mumbled as she walked to so distance. Her perfectly manicured, crimson jewel painted nails entangled in her locks as she walked off confidently.
Fabian, who has been sitting in his chair got up and went towards his room. He needed a cold shower to easy off his agitated mind and so steam. Elisa’s unsightly presence, those Lycan mutts’ arrival in Esteria and not being able to et Myra for a few days, everything was playing on his mind in a loop.
Taking off all his clothes, he stepped under the shower, cold water droplets cascading down his head to his toned torso, travelling below his private area and slipping down his sturdy legs. He tousled his wet hair as water splashed and trickled down from it.
What troubled Fabian the most right now, was the last part, not being able to et Myra at all during the ti the Everests brothers were in town. He couldn’t take the risk of exposing Myra’s whereabouts to them.
Fabian was well aware that Myra was childhood friend with Nora Smith, now Nora Everests, the only daughter of the Lycan King, Noah Everests. He also knew that Myra had visited Kimberg last year. He knew Myra and Nora were close, like siblings. And that’s was the reason he approached Myra in the first place.
He had done a thorough background check on Nora Everests. Her adoptive family was no longer in the picture as the Everests has already taken care of them. And only Myra and her family were close to that hidden Lycan princess. He planned their eting, to approach Myra for his hidden agenda.
Initially, he wanted to use her for his revenge against the Lycans.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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