Upon reaching my conclusion, I convey it to Lizzy, who promptly reacts by hurrying to Ruben to embrace him.
“No concerns, my friend.” “We are united,” he snaps his fingers and embraces her. “We rogues must collaborate to endure in this environment.”
Melina and I return to the location where we concealed our garments and dress, encountering Ruben and Priscilla at the forest’s entrance. Ruben engages in extensive conversation during our walk back to the motel, while his companion Priscilla remains somewhat reticent. Melina is instantly drawn to her, eager to enquire about the tattoos adorning her arms.
We vacate the motel, and Priscilla transports us to their residence in the town square. Their home is modest yet inviting, comprising a living room, kitchen, two compact bedrooms, and a small nook at the rear.
“You may make yourselves at ease here,” Priscilla states, indicating the den and presenting us with fresh towels. “It may not be extravagant, but it is cozy,” she smiles bashfully at me. “I can procure additional pillows to enhance your comfort for sleeping,” she continues. “We could visit the camping store tomorrow to acquire an inflatable mattress, should you desire.”
I shake my head, unwilling to impose, and accept the pillows she presents. Our fingers briefly touch, causing her to blush intensely before she exits the room in haste. Melina erupts in laughing as I gaze at the vacant corridor, utterly perplexed by her response.
Ruben enters, attired in a fitted black t-shirt and pants.
“My shift commences in one hour, Jadi, should you wish to attend,” he exhales. “I am employed at a renowned nightclub, which is seeking to recruit additional security personnel.” It is very ideal for you. There is no need for dialogue; simply expel the intoxicated individuals and safeguard the dancers and waitresses from harassment. Do you believe you can manage that?
I nod vigorously, acutely aware of my urgent need for employment.
“Please wear black attire and bring your identification.” Ron is likely to employ you immediately. Our most recent security guard has resigned. “He obtained a degree,” he scoffs. “Therefore, we are in a predicament and require a replacement immediately.”
He pivots to depart, swaying his hips, causing Melina to become utterly frantic.
“They are fond of you,” she gestures, beaming broadly. “I mean they ‘like you’ in a romantic sense.”
I flush and wrinkle my brows in irritation at her. “Kindly cease speaking.”
She chuckles once again, squeezing my cheeks. “What a charming little wolf man.”
I scowl at her, much to her pleasure, and look for a black t-shirt in my luggage.
Moon Goddess, I beseech you for assistance in securing this employment while I change my clothing.
Frustration overwhelms me as I clock out and hastily exit the clinic. I am going to be late!
“Ricky, pause!”Marcellus shouts as I hasten by him in the parking lot.
Marcellus is a tall individual with well-defined musculature straining against his scrubs, possessing tanned skin and alluring tattoos adorning his arms and chest. He is the attractive radiology technician whom many women admire. However, like many appealing men, he is problematic; a notorious playboy who has captivated the women in the clinic, and for valid reasons. He possesses the skill to dominate and seduce with ease.
“Apologies, Marcellus, but I am tardy for retrieving Braylon!””I exclaim breathlessly while hastily making my way to the bike racks.”
Isn’t it customary for Nellie to collect him?He laughs lightly as he approaches and observes me don my helmet.
“Indeed, she is currently out of town visiting family for several days, necessitating my responsibility to pick him up,” I remarked with an irritated smile while unlocking the bike.
She was engaged in business with certain werewolves, but I refrained from disclosing that to Marcellus.
Nellie was the pseudonym of my witch companion, Guinevere. Like myself, she was fleeing from her former partner, a dragon King determined to reclaim her for his realm. In our flight, we both adopted new identities; she became Nellie Damir, while I assumed the name Ricky Ira.
“How about I provide you with transportation to the daycare centre,” he suggests, flashing a playful grin. “Subsequently, we could discuss the possibility of you joining me for dinner tomorrow night?” State 7 o’clock?
I must physically keep myself from striking him with my bike lock. Marcellus and I had engaged in intimate encounters previously, but I had consistently communicated that this was only a transactional arrangement. No emotions, just a physical liaison. That was the agreement.
“Marcellus,” I exhale, shutting my eyes and inhaling deeply. “We possess a beneficial arrangement.” Please do not compromise it. “I am not seeking anything further,” I state nonchalantly. “I have no interest in a relationship.”
“Oh, come now, Ricky,” he smirks. “You are aware of my infatuation with you… Understand that I am cognisant of my reputation, yet I am not deceiving you.” You are exceptional, apart from every other female in this desolate town.
I scowl at him. Does he consider me a fool? He is unequivocally a manifest warning sign.
