Chapter 1
1607 Words
13 years later
Brooke's POV
“What do you find appealing about me?” I was much too fast to respond.
“Your eyes.” I directed him to cease speaking as I brushed my leg over across his firm rod.
“So, how about you?
“What do you find appealing about me? “He inquired.
“It is your eyes.” He muttered seductively.
He kissed me till I could not breathe. His gaze seemed to undress me. His eyes were mesmerizing. They oxidized me.
He grasped my thigh and elevated my leg, encircling his waist with it.
“Are you not going to work today, Ma’am?” Mariana, my maid, muttered
Something in a low, frail voice.
I sighed deeply... Shoot me. Should I let her go?
I closed my eyes, hoping to see whether we could start where we had left off. I snarled.
“f**k Mariana!” I snarled again.
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Nicklaus’s POV
“f**k! When will this ever end? “I have two mistresses, but none of them is a source of fulfillment for me. This hazel-eyed girl of my dreams leads me to awaken soaking wet.
I’ve been with Norah for quite some time, but cannot c*m. Then I took Wendy to the castle. It is the same as it was before. Since I was 18, I’ve slept with several girls and none have come close, but when I go into my chambers and solo think about her, I c*m. Am I cursed?
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Brooke's POV
I took a shower, tempted to finger myself, but recalled I was running late and brushed the thoughts aside.
I wore a dark green pencil skirt with a brown top, high heels, and drove to work in my black Cadillac Escalade SUV.
I had a lot to accomplish since I was preparing for my exhibition the following Saturday.
Since I was a kid, art has captivated me. I sometimes draw my father. To this day, he has maintained every drawing I’ve ever produced. My gallery has an excellent reputation. I’m not sure why, but several celebrities, corporate leaders, and ladies have shown interest in my work. Not only that, but I’ve attracted the attention of a variety of species, including wolves, vampires, and witches. I was born a human, yet I am acquainted with species since I am one myself. I understand what people appreciate, and I sell just what I believe will generate revenue for my firm. Claire, a friend of mine, is a vampire. She had no clue I was aware. I refrained from inquiring since I did not want her to inquire about me. When I encounter extraterrestrial entities, I can recognize them. My life is not really interesting. I just visited the gallery and then went home. Lucas is a buddy of mine. Although the world believes we are dating, we have been friends for almost three, almost four years. I am not limited to painting and sculpture; I am interested in many kinds of art, which is why I have such a lot of followers. Bella, my assistant, strolled in while it engrossed me with deciding the exhibition’s topic. Bella, my assistant, exclaimed,
“A customer has requested to speak with you.”
“All right, I’ll be down in five minutes.”
I saw this stunning brunette staring at a portrait as I prepped my desk and headed down to welcome the client. To be more precise, it was a portrait of the person I dreamed about. It’s still a mystery to me why, whenever I dream about this person, I wake up and immediately begin painting what I saw. Call me insane, but these drawings are all I have of him since I’ve never met him. If he exists at all. As I drew closer to the brunette, her eyes were locked on mine. I’ve just extended my hand, signaling the start of a handshake.
“Hello, and how are you? My name is Brooke! ” I stated,
“Oh, hello, my name is Layla!” she stated.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Layla.”
“Are you interested in taking a tour? With a smile on my face, I asked. I immediately recognized this brunette in front of me as a werewolf. For reasons unbeknownst to her, her attention was fixated on the picture of the man from my visions.
“Certainly, give me a tour.”
“Is there anything, in particular, you’re searching for?”
“No, absolutely not. I’d heard nothing but positive things about this establishment and gave it a visit. I have to say that I am in awe of what you have accomplished with this space. According to Layla,”
“I’m relieved that you are. “
“I suppose I may have just uncovered something intriguing,” she said. She made no more comment and returned to the first portrait.
“This one,” she muttered, fixating her sight on it.
“All good,” I said, summoning my assistant Bella to come and wrap the painting for her.
She studied me with curiosity and then said,
“What is this hottie’s name?”
“I have no notion,” I said honestly.
She gave me a startling look, then opened her lips in an “o” shape.
“So, how did you paint someone you’d never met before?” She inquired.
“You can ask that again.”
I’m ashamed to admit that he had been sipping my juices in my dreams every day. How can I even describe that? Perhaps I should just give her half the truth; it won’t hurt her.
“To be honest, I’ve always dreamt about this man. I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s the truth. I don’t know his name. He’ll simply show up in my dreams now and then, and each time I see him, I’ll wake up and start painting him, including every detail of how I saw him. I chuckled,
“Even the half-naked ones, “Layla asked.
I gasped, mortified, and eventually said, “Yep! “
She nodded and grinned.
“Interesting; do you have any other works by him?” She was inquiring.
“Yes, I have additional.”
“Half-naked?” she questioned.
We both erupted into fits of laughter.
“So, demonstrate more to me,” Layla pushed. I requested she accompanies me.
“Have you been fantasizing about him for a long time?”
“I honestly have no recollection. Perhaps when I was ten or eleven, I’m not sure. When I initially dreamed of him, he was a gigantic wolf with green eyes. I then started sketching the wolf. Since I can remember, I’ve seen a wolf. Then, when I was 13, I had a dream in which the wolf reverted to its human form. I understand how weird it is for a human to shift into a wolf, but that is precisely what I saw. Because I was an inquisitive creature, I made it into a sculpture.”
“Show me the wolf in his transformation,” Layla pleaded.
“Certainly, just a moment.”
When I opened the storage, she gasped when she discovered we had stuffed it with many paintings and sculptures of him.
She finally turned around and said,
“You are a very fascinating individual,” said Brooke. She subsequently turned her attention to the antiquing wolf, witch, and vampire relics. “How did you get these antiques? They do not seem to be cheap, “Layla inquired.
“I am also a collector. I travel the world in search of these things since I am aware of my target market’s requirements. “I replied. I was so absorbed in our conversation that I completely forgot she was a werewolf. “How come you own so many out-of-date items?” Layla inquired, perplexed.
“When I organize shows, it is typically because of unearthing a huge number of ancient items. Given that the bulk of my clients is antique enthusiasts, why not host an antique expo for them? “
“You are very remarkable, Brooke. “
She became immobile and tried to assess me. She locked her gaze on me.
“Are you okay?” I was inquiring. Then she smiled as if she wasn’t trying to judge me.
I’m confident she was doing so to find out the accuracy of her judgment. She was skeptical that I was human, but then she smelled me. I laugh in my brain. I’m aware that I’m captivated, but you won’t know who I am until I reveal myself.
I quickly put that notion aside and smiled at her. She then examined the room.
“You seem to have an affinity for antiques,” she observed. She gave me another look, and I could see she had a lot of questions, but I would not let her ask them. She sighed in defeat.
“All right, I’m going to go now.” She stated.
“I’ll have five images of this gorgeous hottie. One dressed casually, one in business attire, one when shifted, one using a towel. Finally, there appears the one in his wolf form.
“Certainly, Bella, aided Miss Layla in wrapping them.” She requested help from John in transporting these goods to her vehicle.
“I appreciate that, Brooke,” Layla remarked.
She began heading towards the door, then came to a halt and stated,
“Is the exhibition this Saturday?”
“Next Saturday,” I replied, my head bobbing.
“Perfect, I’ll be right over.” Goodbye, Brooke.
“Goodbye, Layla.”
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