Moana
I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, my back turned to the door as I heard footsteps approaching. How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago?
The footsteps came closer. I felt like a deer in headlights.
“Good evening, Miss Moana,” that all-too-familiar voice said from behind me. “Can we speak privately for a minute?”
I slowly turned around to face Edrick Morgan, the handsome and wealthy werewolf CEO, the extremely well-known public figure, the man who I had slept with two nights ago… The man who tried to throw money at my feet like I was a prostitute.
He stood in front of me with Ella in his arms, the perfect picture of a loving
