Chapter 4: At the Meeting

Shirley's POV

His stroking motions up and down, moving up towards the clit properly, then back down and slowly inserting a finger.

Nervously, I took the glass of wine, holding back my moan as his fingers rotated inside my pussy.

I didn't come back for this. I was unsettled, and my breath felt hot in my throat.

"Are you okay?" the alpha opposite us asked as I clenched my teeth on the glass.

"You should learn to mind your business," Larry barked, and I poured back my drink.

I beckoned Larry not to be harsh, it'd only make others hate him. My voice was gone as it was replaced by a moan.

Then he pulls the finger out. repeat while keeping each movement slow and deliberate and teasing.

"What do you think, Larry?"

That question was obsessive, as though the king knew his son was being distracted.

Larry took his finger out, and I quickly wrote down the discussion, what to say and showed him.

He glanced at it and then cleared his throat to address them.

At first, everyone was stunned. It seemed as though they did not believe that suggestion was coming from his mouth.

His father looked amazed as he couldn't hide his baffled look. I was still trying to digest his fingerings.

"Not bad," his father finally commented, and the meeting was disclosed.

Larry threw his gaze at me and, for the first time, I saw him smile.

Soon, everyone departed and we were all alone.

"You're still as smart as I know,"

I licked my lower lips, pissed off.

"What was that!" I responded as he tugged his hands in his pocket and then his eyes lurched at me.

He acted as though he didn't know what I meant. If he harasses me, then I won't offer to help.

I was almost taking a step away when he drew me closer to him with a cynical gesture.

"I'm sorry," he squeezed out and then avoided my gaze. I frown at him as it kills him to say that.

His pride was hurt.

"Are we cool now?" he asked, raking his left brow and scrutinizing the place.

"Yes" I responded, as my body rubbed on his. I never expected to say that, but he had a way to make me change my decision.

He stretched his hand to me and, for a moment, everything stopped. I stared at his hand, dwindling into the past.

Would my previous love life repeat itself? It started like this. Greg stretched his hand to me. I held it, but he left me and now Larry was doing the same thing.

Perhaps, if I hadn't held his hand, would everything have been different?

He dropped his hand and heaved a sigh at me.

"I'm not your ex, I'm just Larry" he said, and grabbed my hand, dragging me along with him.

My cheeks flushed red as I never wanted him to let go again. I was just helping there earlier, to give him hope because he seemed alone.

We were out of this hall that was suffocating when, suddenly, we were approached by someone.

She was dressed in a red robe and spoke of wealth. Her hair was groomed high up as she gave us both a bow.

She looked welcoming and gave me a sided smile.

I could see she had a ring on her finger, one similar to that which Larry wore. I only noticed.

"May I have a word with you?" Her lips asked.

Larry was staring at her so intensely and passionately that I felt he looked at every woman in that way.

His grip on me softened as he let go of my hand and followed her.

I didn't know why I felt bizarre about this whole scenario, but I was sure that woman was his Luna.

I felt my heart shattered as he walked away and if I were asked why I felt this way, I couldn't explain.

I left there, pacing around and nervous about what awaited me tonight. Fortunately, I found myself in the room assigned to me.

The first thing I saw was his portrait. He can't be serious. Certainly, he must have ordered his face to be kept in my room, so I could look at it.

I tried so hard to hide my blush as I had made him proud today. The room would fit a sitting room, elegant, spacious and relaxing.

I felt like a princess, gazing around. It's just the same way I pictured it in my memory.

He still knows my taste. I only told him how I liked my room to look and that was years ago when we weren't mates yet.

Here I was, staring at the reality of my dream. I couldn't help but smile and wish I could recall how last night was with him fucking me.

I laid on the bed, waiting to see him come around, to hear a knock, for him to sneak into me, annoy me with an act.

Finally, I heard the knock and I jolted up from the bed. My heart flustered, and I tried not to freak out or prove I missed him.

When I got the door open with a bright smile, it quickly faded when I found her.

"Hey?" I responded, trying to see if perhaps Larry was behind her.

She responded with a bow and requested to come in.

I did, feeling weird to see her. She must be mad at me for being with her mate.

I felt bad for myself for letting my emotions come in. Her eyes made me guilty and every thought about Larry crashed.

"How long are you planning on staying here?" She suddenly asked with a serious gaze at me while taking her seat on the bed.

Her eyes studied this room and I could see a forlorn gaze in her eyes.

I tried to air my view, not to make her think I was snatching her husband, but just strictly for business, something like that.

"It's okay, that's what they always say, you'd make the 6th mistress," she responded, and my jaw dropped.

She was staring at his portrait which faced me. I could hide my bewilderment.

"It is funny how love makes someone do something crazy," she pressed on, and I gulped hard.

Even if she spoke in parables, she was obviously telling me to leave him alone.

It hurts to see the man you fight for never give you the attention you seek. I went through it, and she must have been dying in silence.

I asked her why she chose to stay and not leave him because her peace of mind was all that matters.

"We have a child and do you know her wish?"