The Were CEO’s Secret

Nathan cleared his throat before handing her a file. She smiled, finally something professional but her shoulders slumped.

“To be your bed warmer? $1000 a day” she read the file in her hands. She grinned, turning to Nathan. He grinned back.

But a slap to his face wiped it all off. Whistle scrunched his face, mentally feeling Nathan’s pain. But he knew the young man enjoyed it.

“So you are a pervert, eh? To think I opened up my financial problems to you!” Stephanie pulled her hair. How did she get into this?

Nathan tapped on the file she held. She looked at where he tapped and saw another option.

“Or be my secretary at the Pure Silver Company for $25, 000 a month?!”.

Her jaw dropped. What’s did he mean? Nathan brought out a card and waved it on her face. That was his business card. Her body went cold.

She was with the CEO of Pure Silver Company. One of the biggest perfume brands in the world. And she just slapped their CEO?!

She gulped down air, “Nathan. So you are…” she trailed looking back at the file. She took the pen besides it and ticked the second option.

Nathan smirked, “You’d start your job by this coming Monday then”. She nodded silently.

There was something about the smirk on his face, and even if she knew it meant trouble, she wasn’t backing out of that sweet job.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Whistle gave her an encouraging nod and she smiled at the man. She sat in the car for a while, trying to take in everything.

“Or do you want to start now. It’s Thursday, should I drive you there?” Nathan snapped her out. She shook her head, running out of the car.

Nathan chuckled but it turned to a pout. He wished she’d let him drive her. Before she got in the house, he stuck his head out and shouted.

“Hey, I’d pick you myself on Monday” seeing her angry face, he added, “I need to show you around early. It’s in the policy you signed”.

Stephanie froze. She didn’t read the goddamn file and just signed it. She tried returning back to the car but Whistle sped off immediately.

“Hey, pervert!” she yelled after them, “If there’s any lewd stuff in there, I won’t do it. I wouldn’t do it even if I signed it” she dragged her hair more.

Headache pangs started filtering in and she shuffled her feet back to her home. On the plus side, she just got a job at Pure Silver Company.

Her siblings wouldn’t be disappointed when they returned home. Hopping back to her room, she sang a rhyme she always used to know.

That was her victory song, along with a small dance. Her phone, on her bed, beeped and she fell down on the bed, sprawling her hands to it.

“Yes girls, I got the job. Don’t worry when you return by Sunday, you’d give me a hairdo for my first day. Love you. Say hi to mom for me. Bye”.

She cut the line and smiled. And her siblings would be proud of her, another plus.

She could also get enough cash for her dad’s hospital bills. Yet another plus. Not to forget the honor of working at such a prestigious place.

The only minus would be, having that perverted soul as a boss. But she’s Stephanie Wills, she can handle all those men.

Boys knew she never played their game. After her family comes money, and more money. Love is nineteenth down her most important things.

She’s twenty-two and had her head high like a damn queen. She paid the bills, her dad was sick and mom retired. And they deserved to rest.

At Pure Silver Pack, The Main Pack Mansion.

Nathan sneaked steadily into his mother’s room just before she walked in. He gently opened her cupboard but left it half open.

He tiptoed to her bed and ruffled the sheets, piling pillows under. Then finally hides inside her bathroom. His mother walked in.

Her eyes got hold of the ruffled sheets and pile and she smirked. She crept closer before she froze. Her son wouldn’t be this easy.

She noticed the half opened cupboard and nodded, as she shouted, opening it, another shout, from the bathroom, made her jump.

She fell, with her butt, to the ground, her fangs and claws already flying from their places to attack whoever. She sighed seeing her son.

Nathan began laughing at his mother, he fell on the ground as well. The woman just sat there, staring at him. This child of hers never grew up.

“But it was funny, accept that” Nathan snickered, helping her up.

She shoved his hand gently, “I don’t need help getting up. I am not weak or scared and I could have hurt you, you know” she rolled her eyes.

Even if he wasn’t a wolf like her other children, he still gave her more trouble than any of them did. He always did this since he was eight.

And her wolf hearing, why didn’t she hear anything when it came to him? And he was so discreet and cunning? Like it was his specialty.

“Why are you quiet? Are you planning on how to repay me? Save your time. It won’t work” he played with her hands as they laid on her bed.

She gasped and began pouring out all the things she did for the day to him. He was her chat buddy now her mate was in Europe.

She wondered if he ever got bored of her old stories and why he never had friends of his own. She sat up, posturing like a concerned mother.

“The company is fine if that’s what you want to ask” Nathan didn’t bother rise from the bed.

“Well, you are doing good with the company. Your sister was right to let you handle it while she handled the pack”.

Nathan smiled contentedly, at least what she wanted to say wasn’t about the company. No one noticed the buildings he just bought for the bet.

“I want to talk about getting yourself a wife”.

Nathan felt his head fall to his groin and try to force itself from the hole in his peñis. That what a weird reaction, but it was how he felt.

“Mom, apart from family, I can’t touch a person. You know this. I don’t even have a girlfriend and you want a wife?” was she kidding him?

She started an unrealistically long argument with him, denying his allegations, “You just don’t like people but you can find the right one”.

He stopped himself from scoffing so he wouldn’t annoy her. His body was shivering and sweat beads were around his neck.

His mother noticed and touched him.

“Even speaking about touching a person makes my body shiver. Mother, except who my body voluntarily craves for, I can’t touch anyone”.

It was his curse, or better, an allergy. One he wasn’t afraid to have. One that he had grown to accept. One that can only be changed by a girl.