Louise"

"I'm sorry, Louise It looks that you and I would never be able to coexist."

A week ago, Kian told me the same thing. I believed he had changed his mind, perhaps he wasn't in the mood, so I went to his condo the following day.

Because he never asked me to return his spare keys, I was able to enter effortlessly. However, upon entering his room, I observed him engaging in sexual activity with a woman in his bed. I am the one who is ashamed of what they did! Kian is in the middle of the bed, vigorously pumping in a missionary position, while the girl is laying with her legs spread apart.

I flushed and then closed the door. Kian, on the other hand, saw me as I was closing the door to his condominium and followed me. He held my hand and inquired as to why I was at his condo. Already, my tears are falling in torrents. No longer caring, I turned to face him and struck him with all my strength.

"You're wondering why I'm here." I expressed my dissatisfaction by stating.

"I came back here to talk to you, but I guess there's nothing to talk about. Kian, this may be our last goodbye I hope you're now content."

I then turned around and walked away after saying that. I swore I would never turn my back again.

We've been dating for two years and have never done anything like that, and this is the second time I've witnessed similar sexy circumstances. Twenty years old today. Some hottie with a model's physique and a monstrous scrotum in the most despised city on earth. That day, all I wanted to do was get away from everyone because my partner had just ended our relationship. He said, "I'm not much fun."

Wrong, since I do not wish to have sexual relations with him! I must gain insight from this scene. But I did not, and I once again ended up with the wrong person.

As a result, I assumed that this was my problem Kian had ended our relationship because he considered I was unfun, as guys equated fun with sex.

I'd been broke for about a week, so I decided to go to the pub tonight and perhaps train myself to have more fun so that my next partner doesn't dump me again.

I chose to come home, but as soon as I entered our home, my father talked, and when he told me about the arranged marriage, my broken heart and disordered mind multiplied by two.

I feel the want to yell and accuse my father of accepting Mr. Ferrer's proposal. I have no intention of getting married. It is quite early. I'm only twenty-three years old, and I began working as Mr. Ferrer's secretary after graduating. This means that three years have passed. This proposal has been made since I turned twenty! I'm feeling betrayed. Mr. Ferrer is a wonderful person who has assisted me. Why didn't he inform me about the arranged marriage he and my father arranged? It has now exploded in my face. And there's nothing I can do about it since Mr. Ferrer had died recently in a car accident.

My thoughts and emotions are scattered.

A week has passed since Kian, my ex-boyfriend, dumped me. For a simple reason, he could not return my affection. Even though I did everything I could to make our relationship work throughout those two years, he never loved me. My efforts and affection were completely wasted in this manner! The most irritating thing about my current situation is that I must marry a man I've never seen before."

"Prepare for the tomorrow Louise. We were going to speak, Mr. Ferrer's son. And I refuse to accept "no" as an answer! You have already refused to attend the burial day since your reason is valid."

"That was indeed real, Dad. That day, as you saw it, I had a fever." I sigh after conversing with my father. He departs from me to enter his office.

After my day in the hospital, I didn't eat and I didn't want to speak to anyone. until I learned of Mr. Ferrer's death, I was unaware. My expectations evaporate like smoke.

My heart ached to cry now that my father had reminded me of my messy life, which I believed I had no choice but to accept.

There is something in my head that could let me temporarily forget all of my troubles.

I immediately went to my room and changed my clothing. Again, I'm in dire need of a drink. Thankfully, my father did not notice me leave.

****

The bar is noisy, as are the customers. I walk past the bartender and put my order for a drink. I smiled when I completed the full bottle inside an hour. I was about to place a second order when I saw several familiar individuals nearby. Instantaneously, my heart aches once more. Kian is kissing an unidentified woman.

Kian is the additional reason I'm here.

I chose to exit the club before he spotted me. Perhaps I should go elsewhere to get messed up.

As soon as I entered the new bar, I sat on the highest stool and told the bartender, "Give me hard," I then drank everything I had ordered straight.

"Fuckingshit, the last thing I remember doing was talking to a lovely stranger, or so I thought because my eyes were blurring," he cried out

"Bastard, I hate him

I repeated this word to myself repeatedly. Even though I've just been inside for a minute, I've already consumed multiple glasses of wine. And because I am not used to it, I believe I am already intoxicated because I cannot stop crying.

"Did the guy who made you cry realize that women were created to be loved, not to be made to cry?"

I turned my attention to the man standing next to me. My vision was impaired, so I was unable to see him well. Therefore, I simply respond to the familiar and seductive male voice.

I gratefully accepted the beverage he offered me.

When he introduced himself, which I couldn't hear due to the noise level in the pub, I instantly stopped him by stating that

"I wasn't there to mingle with strangers. Actually, I've come here to forget about my problems and drown myself in alcohol to do so."

"I am in the same position. I would like to forget all of my problem "

I raised my head slightly.

Family issues are nonsense.

I responded, then ignored him until possibly the alcohol took control of my body, at which time I stood up. On the dance floor, I grabbed the man next to me.

"Let's dance!" I said. I was unaware, yet holding his hand made me feel safe. And I have no sense that he will defend me if a pervert touches me. I can smell his warm body and detect his lovely perfume.

Even his breath has a wine-like, minty aroma. In his presence, I performed a dance grind.

That was the last thing I could recall from that night.

Due to my impaired vision, the last thing I recall is conversing with a kind stranger.

We engage in conversation, drinking, and dancing.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" After awakening, I screamed. The first person I saw was a man. He is a handsome Greek man. Shit!

I scream incessantly and toss anything I can to reach him.

He continues to cover his ears and tries to stop me. I could not resist, however. I'm trembling uncontrollably within. Who wouldn't be if you awoke beside a man? You were entirely naked, and the thing between my legs was agonizingly painful.

When I recognize the man's face, however, I fall the most. I mean, I haven't seen him yet, but his face was plastered all over the magazine and his name was frequently mentioned in every meeting of our pack since he was the mortal enemy of every pack of wolves, especially my father.

Easton's Hunter De Russo is the notoriously cold-hearted and dangerous hybrid of a vampire and a wolf warrior. Who could acquire whatever he wants, when I'm within a few inches of this demon? What should I do?