Helanie:
He grabbed the phone out of my hands and slowly deleted the conversation while I sat and watched him do it.
"Let’s forget about it and never give our wolves the authority to speak," he laughed, finally looking so relieved.
So he was only worried that Jessica would see those texts? The texts that he didn’t even send —it was his wolf ssing with .
"So, how did you spend your evening?" he acted like everything was fine. But I was not fine. Even when it wasn’t his fault. He had every right to shut down for being a nuisance.
And that’s what angered . Why the hell would I do anything like that? Or have any kind of feelings for the man who had made it clear so many tis that he only wanted Jessica?
"I had fun. Goodnight." I had enough of my foolishness. I’ll keep my distance from him.
"Hey, what’s the rush? Wait, you were coming to the mansion because you thought I would be stressed out?" He finally realized what I was going to say.
"Actually—forget it, Norman. I’ll head back now," I clenched my jaw as I said his na.
"Why are you—hey, did I offend you?" Hearing his voice was making lose my mind. I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face.
To kick him and scratch his face for making foolishly grow feelings for him.
’And here cos the confession,’ Cora sighed.
It was such a ssed up way to admit to myself that I was indeed falling for him.
"No! I’m just sad we didn’t et a few hours ago. We could have rejected each other—ugh! Now I have to wait another month. Poor Jessica, she’ll have to wait another month to be in your arms," I spoke bitterly, arms crossed over my chest.
I was the one in the wrong here.
"It’s not that bad. You’re upset because I said—listen—I wasn’t angry angry—" He was now making excuses because he finally realized he was too blunt when shutting down.
"Oh, please—" finally, I snapped like a loser who couldn’t take rejection. "I wasn’t really interested in your nudes either, Norman. If I want to see soone, I’ll text Emt, Maximus, or Kaye—" I was now waving my hands as I stared directly into his eyes.
"But Maximus and Kaye also have—" he shut up because I interrupted.
"Oh, shut the hell up, always reminding who’s with whom," I didn’t know what got over , but the rejection embarrassed .
"Hey, language!" Norman hissed, but I clenched my jaw and gave him the middle finger, watching his eyes widen.
"I had so much respect for you until now," he hissed again as I jumped out of his car.
"Well, nobody forced you. So go back ho, coward!" I yelled as I started walking back into the hostel.
"Really? Why am I a coward? I’m not! I didn’t co here because I was scared—it was sothing my wolf did—" he ca out of the car, trying to explain.
"And because I would never want my brothers to think I’m going behind their backs—flirting with you."
I stopped to face him, and he placed his hands on his waist.
"Ohhh! I get it," I nodded my head.
"No, you don’t. Don’t make seem desperate," he hissed back, not realizing I wasn’t trying to make him feel bad. I felt bad myself.
"I’m not dating your brothers—I have plenty of options, Norman. And I’ll pick from them instead of wasting ti on you or your brothers from now on. I’m not anyone’s property, so don’t act like you all have to explain things to each other whenever soone spends ti with ."
I didn’t even know what I was rambling about. But his words were now stuck in my head.
I wished he had focused on the fact that I was worried about him, and in return, used a gentler tone when reminding he loves Jessica and thinks it’s inappropriate when I joke about sensitive stuff.
Or maybe I had pushed him so far that he had no choice but to be rude to .
"Don’t take your anger out on my brothers. And what do you an by ’my property’? I never claid you were," I wished Norman knew when to shut up. His need to always get the last word always left hurting.
"Because I’m not your property, so you can’t claim ," I argued like a child.
"I never said you were. How many tis do I have to remind you, huh? Are you upset that it wasn’t who sent you that text?"
He suddenly stepped back and watched with his eyes wide open. I felt so judged. He must’ve been laughing at inside.
"Tell —you wanted it to be , didn’t you? And you were disappointed because I told you I wasn’t the one who texted you? That I’m not... horny for you?"
He said the word under his breath, almost like a whisper—probably because the thought of like that disgusted him.
"No! I’m angry because you sent that stupid text and I had to—" I paused, trying to think of a good reason to convince him I wasn’t thirsty for him, "leave Penn behind and co see you."
I watched a frown appear on his face and I knew it was working. "I’ll go back and enjoy my ti with Penn since I’m single and don’t owe any loyalty to any of your brothers," I hissed, dragging them since he used them to shut off.
"Fine, go ahead. I just ca here to delete that text," he hissed.
Just a few minutes ago, I thought I was falling for him. It wasn’t true. I would never fall for an arrogant, taken man.
What a desperate bitch I am. Only angry because he wasn’t horny for . He wasn’t wrong.
I began to quickly walk towards the hostel, and once inside, I slamd the door and grabbed the whole bottle of wine.
This was the first ti I was going to drink so much. I gulped it down in one big swallow.
"Easy," I didn’t even know Penn was still awake. But my head was spinning, and I was seeing two of him.
"Hey," he held just as I was about to fall.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, holding with one arm wrapped around and brushing the strands of hair from my face. I tried to stare into his eyes but everything was moving, and all I could think about was moving on.
Call it a drunken mistake, but I slipped and fell straight into Penn. Our faces crashed together, and our lips t in one big mistake. It was just a brief mont—only a second’s touch.
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