MARKUS
I felt myself stir and the warm light from the early morning sun, caressed my face gently. Ah, the sun. I opened my eyes slowly. Feeling my entire being awaken to its natural rhythm. I stretched my arms up, feeling a satisfying click. I looked at my phone display. 7:38. A bit late, but that was to be expected. At least it's morning.
After taking care of my morning business, I reached for my phone again, checking my messages. I wanted to be prepared for anything before I hoped into the shower. Five New messages. I raised my brow and opened up the app. I wanted to die the moment it showed who texted me.
One was from my brother.
Lucas: Don't forget to get something gold for the ceremony Queen!
I rolled my eyes. The second was from our clients here in Denmark, confirming our meetings and workshops for the next three days. I was happy about that. There were on board with the project proposal. The last three were from Emily... Cringing, I opened them. OH JESUS!
Emily: Markus Baby, why did you leave the summit so suddenly? I know I made you mad...I'm so sorry, please let me make it up to you okay. Has NO or FUCK OFF lost all meaning? The next one was a picture of her... nude. Her finger tucked just before her entrance suggestively.
I was in utter disbelief. I felt Wolfgang growl in displeasure in my head. I was in agreement. This was gross. The caption read...Daddy, please punish me. Wow. This chick is off her fucking rocker. I sighed, getting to the last one.
Emily: I know you have business in Denmark, I will be waiting for you at the Winniston Lodge...See you tomorrow night Daddy <3 <3
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I was at the Winniston right now. Like a beast possessed, I deleted all her messages from the chat and blocked her. Right now, I was fucked. She had actually followed me here even after I had rejected her and threw her out of my hotel room.
Her pushiness was escalating and I was sure this was only going to get worse.
I need to get the hell out of here. This Danish deal was so important; I can't risk it over some deranged stalker. Heading for the closet, I packed everything away furiously. Didn't even shower, I just got my shit and left. I was sure, nothing was left behind. Being on the go had its perks. I opted not to check out, the less she knew the better. If she thought I was here, she wouldn't follow me elsewhere. I needed to think of a way to get rid of her.
I called for a taxi and searched for any other nearby places for accommodation. I needed something, low key and mid-range. She was a snob, she wouldn't look for me at a bed and breakfast. My search produced, a cosy three-star cottage bed and breakfast, 20 minutes away. Perfect! My cab arrived and I jumped in. Relief washed over me as I gave the driver my destination.
DUMBASSS! Now Look! What will our precious mate think? Well someone's grumpy again. Wait, did he say Mate?!
What mate? What was this crazy animal talking about now?
The one our Goddess blessed us with! His tone was chaffing me. I had been searching for her, for years with no luck what so ever. Now almost ten years later, we were still waiting.
I CAN FEEL HER!
That stopped my brain function momentarily. Well he's never said that.
Feel her! What do you me-
Don't mock me! That wolf in your dreams! HOW STUPID ARE YOU?! I was speechless. I must have had a dumbstruck expression. The driver flashed me a concerned look through the mirror. Fixing my face back into something acceptable, I gave him a curt nod. His eyes checked me again, then moved back to the road.
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