billionaire werewolf

What the f**k is wrong with my day?

Climbing out of the Jaguar, Peter grabs my bags as I climb up to my jet. Depositing my bags he walks out of the plane, waving as he leaves. Browsing through my phone to check through my email, I feel someone tap my shoulder, I see that is Ava, the flight attendant. “Miss.Cross there is a slight issue with the jet, it is going to take a few days to fix.“, She informs, and a groan slips out of me. God could this f*****g day get any worse than it already is. First I am sentenced to a holiday, a f*****g holiday. Kyle drags me shopping, and this damn jet has mechanical issues, of all the days it had to be today.

“Kyle, I know it is late but can check if there are any first class left to LA and book one”, I order him.

“Just a second,” he replies,” apparently there are only one, it is near the window. Is that fine?”

“Yeah just book it and send the e-ticket to me as soon as possible and tell Peter to come back and pick me up.“, I command as I cut the call. Peter returns picks up the luggage and gives me a small smile, walking out of the jet I climb into the Jaguar.

A ping from my phone breaks my thought train, picking it up; I see a mail from Kyle. The e-ticket is sitting in my inbox.

Waiting in the lounge I wait for boarding to start, suddenly I hear a shrill voice I knew all too well. Felicia walks towards me and says with her shrill voice, ” How are you Alyssa, it has been way too long since you cam for one of our parties we are holding one next three weeks later, please come!“.

I the fakest smile I can and reply, ” Sure, at what time?”

She responds as she walks away, “7:30.”

I don’t understand why loves hosting those pathetic formal parties, I mean they are just a place for snobs to come and rub their latest achievements together. Shaking my head, I clear my head, out of nowhere a monotone voice says, “Flight LS177 from Portland to Los-Angeles first class and business class, boarding now.”

Picking up my black Coach handbag which the black jumpsuit I have on.

(2 and a half hours later)

Getting up I check if I have everything and walk out of the flight this is why I hate flying commercial, I mean I bought a private jet.

Henry, my temporary driver, opens the door for me as I walk towards the Bentley. I message Chris saying that I just reached. An hour and a half later I get out of the Bentley and I get the key and walk towards my penthouse suite. Walking down after a bath to explore I smell a wolf and f**k if he doesn’t smell amazing, like coffee, chocolate ice cream and s*x.