CHAPTER 58. I WANNA MAKE THIS WORK
RYDER
The cold wind of the night infiltrated the room through the window blinds. It was brushing through my hair, making my strands do a happy dance.
I was still in the meeting room, still seated at the round table but I was alone. The warlords have returned to the pack house for the night and Darius was taking care of the necessary calls to get the building going.
I flipped through the files Tiffany had sent a few hours ago. They were proposals from my top, human investors. In these files were the conditions I had to meet and how much they were willing to wager for the erection of the estate.
So far, all the proposals I've gone through were trashy and were being tossed one after the other into the trash can by my side. The more I went through the proposals, the more disgusted I felt. They all had greed, personal gains, and low empathy weaved inside of them. Humans are a bunch of selfish creatures, always out for their benefit. Nothing is done out of love and empathy.
When the clock chimed midnight, I had all the files in the trash can. I let out a tired grunt at how hopeless this turned out to be. I shut my eyes tiredly, leaning back on the chair. I'm gonna have to give Tiffany a call in the morning and demand better investors, people with a teeny bit of conscience and empathy.
The chilly breeze swept through my face and brought a strong, lavender scent to my nostrils. I forced my eyes open and hurriedly sat up. Only one person had such a strong scent that drove me insane with just a whiff.
I found her standing on the threshold, flinching slightly as my gaze caught sight of her. Her pink nightgown was see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. Despite the distance between us, I had a good view of her body and my dick hardened instantly.
Uncertain of the best move to make right now, I just remained pinned in my seat. I wasn't sure if I should go over and usher her in, or sit here and wait for her to decide to come in on her own. Going over to usher her in might make her feel pressured and I don't want that.
I waited. Seconds passed and she made no move to come in, she was still standing there, holding the door knob and was taking me in with her eyes. I was losing every bit of patience in me, and I'm either gonna be tapping into her mind soon or go over and usher her in.
Just when I decided on going over, she took the first step and I froze. She took more steps till she was halfway into the room. I stood to my feet, and tapped into my mind, needing to know exactly why she was here.
I listened to her loud thoughts of indecisiveness with a racing heart. She wanted to come closer to me but was evasive about it.
My lips forced into a lopsided smile and I stretched out a hand to her, she took it in a heartbeat and I spun her around in a smooth move and placed her butt firmly on the edge of the table. I kicked back the chair, giving the both of us more room.
I forced myself in between her legs, not wasting a second in showing her just where I always wanted to be.
“Ryder,” She tried protesting and struggled to get down from the table. But I closed up the distance, pushing myself deeper in between her legs to her inner thighs, giving her no room to hop down from the table.
”Hold on a sec, please,” I pleaded, holding her arms to keep her firmly on the table.
I was always begging and pleading when dealing with her and I should have gotten tired of it by now, but I wasn't. She was a fucking enchantress who has me in her spells. It seems she found fun in torturing me and making me beg, and it's cool. I'm willing to do as much begging as it's needed to keep her by my side.
“What is it?” Her tone was breathy and she was avoiding my gaze, avoiding staring into my eyes.
”Let's talk, please,“ Just like Darius had advised, I badly wanted to talk things out with her.
”Okay,“ She gave her approval and my heart leaped in excitement. It was a good start.
”I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just lost it. I let the pleasure consume me and I'm sorry,” I apologized to her.
She relaxed, and I didn't need my hands on her arm to keep her pinned to the table. She has just relaxed on her own.
”Did your past lovers whine about your hard thrusts or am I the first?“ She asked. Her voice held a certain softness and fragility that makes any man wanna protect her.
“No one has ever stayed long enough to whine about my thrusts. I throw them out right after we've fucked. You're the first woman I'm having this talk with,“
She smiled like my words had just inflated her ego.
“I'm sorry. I was just pissed. I thought I was the weakest of all the women you've fucked,“ She said sullenly.
“Weakest?“ I repeated confusedly, unsure of what she was saying. She didn't wanna explain better so I was left with no choice but to tap into her mind again. And just then did I realize what she meant.
She was mad at herself for feeling more pain than pleasure from my thrusts. She thinks my past lovers felt pleasure from my thrusts and that's why they always wanna have a taste of my dick.
”You feel inferior to my past flames?“ I voiced out the words she was trying to say.
Her eyes widened in surprise because I guessed right, “You knew just how I felt?” She asked surprisingly.
I wish I did. I wish I knew this was the reason behind her attitude towards me since yesterday. Then maybe I wouldn't have been so hard on myself, and I would have told her that she had no reason to feel inferior. On the contrary, she was very much superior to every she-wolf and female human. She's the only woman that has this much effect on me. The only one that makes my dick feel at home. The only one in my thoughts and dreams. She was a lucky ass woman and has no reason to feel inferior to anyone.
“Did you know how I felt all along?” She asked again, staring intently at me.
“No,”
“Then how did you–“
”I tapped into your mind,” I replied, cutting her off. I was ashamed to admit it and with the way she battled her lashes, she sure wasn't expecting to hear that either.
But it was about time I came clean about my actions, no more mind games and keeping things unsaid. I wanna make this work and I'll do whatever it takes, including admitting my mistakes.