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Untouchable Ch. 01

By: DeliciousKisses



-MATURE SUBJECT MATTER-

His large masculine hands slid over her smooth skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. Lower and lower his hands traveled, learning and mesmerizing every curve of her lithe body, creeping closer to their destination: The mound between her legs. She instantly opened her legs in invitation, with a moan of approval.

"Are you sure?" He asked, hesitantly. His deep voice was gravelly and manly. She could hear the eagerness in his tone, yet he was willing to stop if she got uncomfortable or had second thoughts. What a sweetie. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. If not more so. 

"Yes, I'm sure, more sure than I have been about anything in my life." She rasped out. She could barely thinking clearly with the arousal coursing through her. 

"There's no going back." He warned. "Would you go back on your word?" He asked curiously.

"I would never." She breathed.

Slowly, he removed her silky red panties, dragging them down her long legs and out of the way of his treasure. He ran a tentative finger down her wet folds. "Beautiful." He groaned, and for the first time in her life, she believed it. She believed that she was beautiful. It was all because of his constant worshipping. Carefully, he pushed a finger into her hole, stopping at the unexpected barrier. 

"You're a virgin." He choked out.

She blushed with sudden embarrassment. "Is that a problem?" She whispered. 

"No. I'm just surprised that someone as stunning as you has not been with anyone yet." He said, running his other hand through her brown hair. 

"I haven't liked anyone enough to let them touch me so intimately." She was growing more and more tense with worry, maybe he wanted to sleep with someone who knew her way around the male body, someone who could take the lead and please him. She couldn't.  

"I'm honored that you would allow me to be the first man to ever touch and taste you." He said, lovingly. He leaned down to plant a firm kiss on her full lips. 

When a loud alarm clock beeped in the background, interrupting their 'almost' love making. He stepped back, eyes wide as though she had offended him in some way. "Come back." When he didn't and continued backing away, she started to get desperate. "Please don't leave. Please, we just started. I'm ready, I said I was ready." She begged, but he did. He left her alone, again. 

Kimberly woke with a start. Her breath came in short pants, her skin was slick with sweat, her limbs trembled in recollection of the dream, and her center pulsed with arousal. It was strange how a simple dream had her all worked up and it all started with the sexy billionaire Henry Halliday. All day she was able to keep her mind off that handsome hunk of man, but when she closed her eyes, all bets were off. Henry was back in her head and ready to drag her mind into the gutter. 

Kimberly pushed back the thick covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She turned off her alarm clock and looked around her room. The sun was still down and the room was still dark and dreary. With a weary sigh, she slipped out of bed and crossed her room to the bathroom. One scalding shower was what the doctor ordered, in a way. She reached into the shower and twisted the faucet all the way up, it wasn't long before steam began rising and filling the bathroom. 

Next, she padded into her closet, picking out a hot pink button-up blouse and a simple black slim-fitting skirt. She didn't dress up for her job, even though she did work with the richest family in all of New York City. Just work casual would suffice. She stripped down to nothing and returned to the bathroom, slipping into the shower and letting out a throaty moan. Yep, this outrageously expensive condo was all worth it when she used the shower. She thoroughly washed, rinsed, shaved, and went back to wash again. Only when her stomach began growling did she hop out. When she used to live with her family, she would have to fight her way to the bathroom. It was great not having anyone to share with, but rather lonely. She grabbed a thick, fluffy white towel and moved on to the sink. 

She quickly brushed her teeth and blow-dried her hair, combing it out and pulling it up into a high ponytail. Like most girls, she was very self-conscious about the smallest details of her appearance; the color of her hair, for example. It was plain brown. No golden, no chestnut, no platinum. It was just plain, bland, regular brown. 

She left the bathroom and got dressed, slipping on a pair of black polka dot heels. 

Her stomach had woken up, stretched out, and roared from the lack of food. "Time for breakfast. Time for food. Time to stuff my face." She chanted repeatedly. She opened her fridge only to find healthy foods. Protein, veggies, fruits, and other health foods adorned her shelves. "So..." She frowned. "My mom has visited." She went through a few cabinets, only finding tasteless snacks. "I see how it is, mom." She went back into her bedroom and rifled through her bedside table until she found her emergency stash of junk food. She knew her mother, she knew she was going to sneak attack her kitchen at some point. 

That sly ninja, she hadn't even known her mother had visited. She was just that kind of mom, excessively involved in her daughter's life. Kim had given her mother a house key once, just for emergencies. Her mother had over used that key, forcing Kim to have to take it away. It wasn't until she took it away that she found out her mother had made several spares.

She pulled out a granola bar. "See, mum, compromise. It's a granola bar dipped in caramel and chocolate, but STILL a granola bar." She ripped it open and took a big bite out of it. Mm...

Now, it was time to leave. She grabbed her purse and phone, remembering her keys at the last minute. Cursing herself, she grabbed them and locked her front door. She practically ran down the flight of stairs, as much as you can run in a pair of six-inch pumps. 

Sitting in its designated parking spot sat her black beauty, insanely expensive and bloody fast. She jumped in and pulled out of the parking lot faster than you could ask where she was going. As the personal assistant to Ms. Halliday, she was responsible for getting to work on time, even if that happened to be at five in the morning. Ms. Halliday was both the CEO and owner of Halliday Interior Design. As a former poor girl, she knew that people like her didn't need to spend a fortune on having a room match. However, there were people out there who would spend thousands on having a person come into their home and saying what color throw pillows will match the drapes. 

Kimberly pulled into Ms. Halliday's driveway and swiftly climbed up the porch steps to Ms. Halliday's manor. The lights were off as though no one was home. That couldn't be right. The sound of her heels clicking along the wood planks was the only thing to hear. She knocked. 

No one answered.

She knocked again, hoping for a different result.

Still, no one answered.

She knocked again, this time slightly harder.

The door yanked open, revealing a shirtless man clad in plaid pajama pants. "Yes?" He asked in a harsh gruff voice. Right when he saw her, his eyes softened. Only she made his eyes soften that way. She pretended not to notice the small smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

Henry. She rolled her eyes, of course her one temptation in life would open the door barely clothed. "It's seven thirty." She said, tapping her wristwatch.

He understood her words, gesturing inside. She walked inside, careful not to accidentally brush against him. The smallest of contacts would fuel wet dreams for at least a week.

"I'm sorry to say, but my mother has come down with something. She won't be coming to work." His voice sounded extra husky, as though he had just woken up. He probably had. Stupid her, she hadn't wanted to start her day off by waking Henry up. 

"I'm sorry; does that mean I will not be working today?" She asked, disappointed. She actually really enjoyed her job. Figuring out Ms. Halliday's schedule, sometimes helping with designs, but most importantly, Ms. Halliday was one of her best friends.

"My mother asked for you to tend to her while in her sickness. I tried getting a house nurse, but she would have none of that. I told her she should have someone more experienced tending to her. You aren't afraid to be around a sick person, are you?" He asked. 

She shook her head. Upset that he would think her inexperienced.

"Good. Come with me. I'll lead you to her, and you'll spend the day tending to her. Kay, Kimberly?" 

She nodded, following behind him. They walked quickly up a large curved set of stairs down a long corridor. He moved so elegantly. The grace and fluid movement of his massive body mesmerized her. She could barely walk down the street without falling over herself. It took her years of practice to succeed in walking in heels.

"Henry, baby." She heard a female call out. She turned to see a beautiful blonde standing in the doorway of a bedroom having nothing but a thin sheet wrapped around her. "When are you gonna come back to the room? I'm getting cold." She complained. The girl's crystal blue eyes landed on Kimberly and she scowled. Oh, look here. Henry 'baby' was entertaining guests. What a lucky bitch. 

"I'm coming back after I show this girl to my mother's room." He answered.

The girl decided that Kimberly was no threat to her and managed to flash Henry a brief smile. Of course, she thought Kim was no threat. If Kim looked like a walking Barbie doll, she wouldn't think anyone was a threat, but no. Kim looked like Barbie's less attractive sister, Stacie. Little known fact, Barbie did have a sister named Stacie, who was less curvy. "I'll be waiting." She purred, running a perfectly manicured finger over the swell of her breast. Kimberly could see the girl's nipples harden through the sheet.

"Okay." He answered simply. 

Kimberly was stunned. That hand gesture was pure seduction, yet Henry was unfazed by it. In Kimberly's dreams, if she had done something like that, Henry would have been all over her. She snapped out of her thoughts and saw Henry way ahead of her. She ran after him. 

"This is her room." He informed her. "You know what to do, right?" 

She nodded. Of course, she knew what to do. She was the eldest of nine kids. Taking care of others was second nature to her. Her mother had always worked; therefore, the responsibility of the other children had been hers. 

Kimberly watched Henry walk away. She knew that their 'relationship' was only in her head, yet she couldn't stop herself from feeling a pang of jealousy at the sight of a bare woman in his room. Not to mention a ridiculously beautiful, bare woman. 'Who cares?' She thought to herself. You, you care! 'Traitor,' she hissed to herself.

Kimberly turned the knob to the bedroom and stepped inside. Heat enveloped her. What idiot had cranked the heater up? It was summer outside for goodness sake. 

"Is that you, Henry dear?" She heard Ms. Halliday's weak voice. 

"No, um, it's me." She answered. 

"Is that Kim I hear?" She asked, in a fragile voice, yet a hint of excitement.

"Yep, I'm here." Kimberly pushed through a heavy curtain to find Ms. Halliday lying a top a mountain of sheets and pillows. Ms. Halliday smiled at the sight of her. "How are you this fine morning?" Kimberly asked.

Ms. Halliday shrugged. "I'm burning up like an enchanted flame." She cracked a joke. 

"Do you want me to turn the air conditioning up, Ms. Halliday?" Kimberly asked. 

"There you go Ms. Halliday'ing me, Kimberly. It makes me feel old. I'm only forty-five. What if you just went around being called Ms. Jones all the time?" Ms. Halliday huffed, crossing her arms like an indignant child.

Kimberly smirked. "Do you want me to turn up the air conditioning, 'Margaret'?" 

"No, I wanted to sweat three pounds off this morning. What do you think?" Margaret said, sarcastically.

Kimberly held back a giggle. She left Margaret's side to get some air in that room. She returned to Margaret. "Now, what will you have me do? I'll do anything to make you more comfortable." 

Margaret placed a finger on her chin, contemplating the extent of anything. "Would you be a dear and go make me some of that delicious zucchini bread you bring to work every Monday?" She asked opening her eyes wide, attempting to puppy dog Kim.

Kim crossed her arms. "You want me to go make you bread? Do you know how long that takes? That's at least a half hour of work. In addition, you're sick. Zucchini bread's no good for sick people." 

Margaret shrugged. "Don't you want to satisfy the sick chick?" She exaggerated a cough and gave Kim a pointed look. 

"Fine, give me an hour and you'll get two loaves of zucchini bread. What will you do until then?" Kim asked.

"Probably watch some soaps. Await your return. Oh, I know, I'll hop out of bed and go skiing." Margaret picked up the TV remote and turned on the television. Drama wasn't what Kim was interested in, but Kim wouldn't worship anything that made Margaret shut up. She noticed Kim still standing next to the bed and shooed her away. "Go make me some bread, woman."

"Fine, I'm going." Kim laughed. She left the bedroom. Down the hall, she could hear the noise of muffled moans. Kim glared at Henry's bedroom door, how could he bring that dumb blonde-haired woman into his room? "Wait. Calm down, Kim." She told herself. He wasn't hers; she had no claim on him. The sudden sound of laughter exploded from the bedroom in question, making Kimberly grimace. No one should laugh so hysterically, ever! Okay, so, maybe, she was being a little unreasonable. Okay, so, maybe a lot, but who was counting?

Kim quickly ran past Henry's room, down the stairs, and into the huge kitchen. Finding Henry himself, getting the whipped cream out of a massive fridge. 

"Wha-" She sputtered. He looked at her questioningly. "I..." She tried thinking of something to say. "I thought you were in your room." She was talking with her hands, throwing them about. "I just assumed you know with all the noise," She mumbled embarrassed, she began nervously rubbing the back of her neck. 

"What?" He asked. As though he hadn't heard what she said. 

"Um, you know? The...noise. Laughter." Kim blushed beet red. "Just forget it." She murmured. 

"Oh," He nodded. "That's Stephanie's noise. I've been in here getting a snack." He informed Kim. Of course, the beautiful girl had to have a great name, while Kim had an old person name. Kimberly. EWW! Stephanie, how about Steph-phony! 

Kim began laughing loudly like a delirious person. She couldn't believe that all he was doing was getting a quick snack and she thought the whipped cream was for kinky stuff. 

"May I ask what's so funny?" Henry asked, pulling out a bowl of fruit. 

"I just, you know, thought that the whipped cream was for something sexual." She sputtered.

Henry blushed. "No, I was going to put yogurt and fruit in a bowl. The whipped cream was supposed to go on top, but suddenly I don't want to put it on top."

"Okay." Kim stifled a giggle.

Henry put the whipped cream back into the fridge. "I'm not sleeping with Stephanie. We're just friends. She comes over for a massage. I'm a pretty good masseuse." Henry was so rich that he could take many courses to learn many different things just for fun. It seemed that Henry had moved on from his other hobby to his current massaging hobby. 

Suddenly, Kim felt dumb. Well, when you see a naked woman standing in the doorway of a man's bedroom you don't think he's giving her a great massage. Maybe a deep skin massage, if you know what I mean. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. I just thought, you know, he must have one hell of a sexual appetite." Kim chuckled. 

Henry blushed, again. "Um, nothing like that. Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought that you were with my mother."

Kim crossed the kitchen to grab a hanging apron. "Your mom had one request: Zucchini bread. So, I'm in here to make it." 

His face lit up. "The zucchini bread that my mother brings home every Monday, you make it?" 

Kim nodded.

"I love that bread! Please, say you'll let me help you make it." He begged.

Kim couldn't deny him. She was always one for the beggars. If he had decided to grovel, then she would have let him make all the bread, but he didn't. Therefore, she was willing to let him HELP. "Fine, but put an apron on."

He did exactly what she said without question. Thank god, he hadn't asked why, her only answer would have been, "Because I want to see your sexy ass in an apron." 

"I'll get the ingredients. Kay?" He said

She nodded, ripping a piece of paper out of her notebook to write down the ingredients. She handed it to him. 

He looked at it for a moment before saying, "Hmm... that isn't a lot of ingredients." 

Kim rolled her eyes. "What were you expecting, Santa's naughty and nice list? Not hardly, but there are enough ingredients there to make a pretty damn good loaf of zucchini bread. Now go forth and retrieve my ingredients before I reconsider hiring you." 

He saluted her. "I'm right on it." He left. 

Should she not have a massive crush on her boss's son? Probably. Did she care? Not remotely. Kim was in deep shit, you couldn't pretend not to like someone for very long. He asked her once if she'd go on a date with him, but she refused, saying that it was unprofessional and that she didn't like him. Was she lying? Why, yes. Yes, she was, but in the end, she decided that she couldn't afford having a relationship with her boss's son. Therefore, she lied to him and to herself. She said repeatedly. "No, you do not like him, Kim. In fact, it's clearly the opposite. You obviously hate his guts for being in your mind all the damn day." Watching him sleep with a bunch of different girls was like a knife to the heart. He clearly didn't like her that much if he was able to move on, but Kim was okay with him sleeping with a bunch of women. What would really hurt Kim would be if Henry started a serious relationship with someone. That would be a bitch to swallow. 

Henry returned with his arms full of food items. "I'm here. I'm here. You can quit worrying." Henry joked, dropping the pile of food onto a nearby counter with a loud "ka-thunk." 

"Oh, goody." Kim clapped, excitedly. She quickly turned to the stove, preheating the oven. She grabbed two separate bowls, one for Henry, and one for herself. "Stir together these." She instructed. 

"So..." Henry moved a little closer down the counter next to Kim. "You just want me stir this?" 

Kim rolled her eyes; she knew he was just trying to start up a conversation. She had already specified what he was to do. "Yes." She answered simply.

"No special technique required?" He asked curiously. He probably wanted her to get behind him and try to help him. Well, she hated to break it to him, but it was as simple as a quick whisk. 

"Nope, no special technique required. Now stir before I fire you." She threatened. 

He pouted. He poured the slightly green mixture into a provided pan and stuck it into the oven. Then he waited for new instructions. "What next?" He asked hopefully.

"Next... we wait." She answered, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. 

He nodded, taking a seat on the stool next to her. "I wanted to help you make the zucchini bread and you let me, so, now I owe you something. What do you want?" He asked, turning to her. 

Many things crossed her mind when he asked what she wanted, but she didn't say any of them. 'You don't like him anymore,' she chastised herself. Right, she didn't like him at all. Because she didn't like him, she hadn't noticed where their thighs pressed together and the heat of his skin seeped into her or the scent of his cologne wafting toward her: The one kind of cologne that had her stomach in knots. She certainly hadn't noticed the way his eyes lingered on her face, those beautiful brown eyes. Like melted caramel, she used to warm up inside when she looked at them. Not anymore, or at least that's what she told herself. "I don't want anything from you." She answered firmly, secretly clutching the edges of her stool with a strong death grip. 


Untouchable Ch. 01



"Fine, if you can't think of anything, then why don't you come over to my room once you're done with the bread and I'll give you a massage?" He suggested. 

"No. No, no, no. You are my boss's son; I don't get massages from my boss's son." She said. The image of him rubbing her back permanently stained in her mind. 

"Then think of something you want." He said, before she could answer he added, "You can't think of anything? Then, after you finish making the bread, you will come to my room. End of discussion." He stood up and left with his bowl of fruit in hand. 

She frowned. Maybe she should finish with the bread and leave. It would be safer for everyone that way. What would happen if Ms. Halliday found out about her feelings? Would Kim be fired, maybe lectured, insulted for even believing for a second she had a chance? Whatever the consequence, part of her didn't care. 

The oven timer beeped, reminding her of the interruption in her dream. Would they have had sex? On the other hand, would he have left her? She didn't know. It was always like that. She always woke up before the fun happened. 

Kimberly took the bread out of the oven, setting it aside to cool. 

Maybe she lost her chance to go out with him. He had asked and she rejected him. He probably moved on already. Maybe he hadn't ever like her. No matter what, she could risk losing her job. 

She taste tested the bread. It was just the same as the others. She brought it up stairs for Ms. Halliday, walking past Henry's room was easier that time. At least knowing that he wasn't screwing her. Just giving her a massage. 

"Margaret." She called. 

"Yes, dear. I'm still where you left me." Ms. Halliday answered, she sounded worryingly weak. Like just talking took too much effort. 

"I've got your bread." 

Ms. Halliday sat up in bread, clapping excitedly. "Gimme, gimme, gimme!" She chanted. She snatched it up and began devouring it. "Mmm.. So good."

Kimberly sat on the edge of the bed, silently drawing random designs into the velvety blanket. 

"What is it, dear?" Ms. Halliday asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

"Nothing." Kimberly mumbled. 

"When a girl walks into a room bright and smiley, leaves, and comes back frowning, something happened. Tell me." Ms. Halliday insisted. 

Kim did not want to tell Ms. Halliday. See, you're less likely to lose your job if your boss doesn't know you drool over her drop-dead gorgeous son. "Nothing, nothing's the matter. I think I may just be catching what you have." Kim lied, faking a cough. She tried giving Ms. Halliday her best puppy dog eyes. 

"I'm not buying it for a second, Kim. We've been working together for five years and friends for longer. You'd think I'd know my friend well enough to know when she's lying. Do I look like a dumb ass?" Ms. Halliday gave her pointed look, challenging her to say otherwise. 

Kim couldn't very well tell her that she had a small, maybe huge, crush on Henry. That'd be like asking to be fired. "Well, you see, Margaret, I kind of have this friend who kinda likes this guy who used to like her until she turned him down. He may or may not still like her, but that's not the problem. The problem is that he is the ONLY person she can't have, but he's so damn tempting. What she would give for one night of passion...anything. The only exception is her job." Kim frowned. Why did Henry have to be her boss's son? Why couldn't he be the local butcher's son? He'd still be undeniably sexy. Was it because he was untouchable that she found him so attractive in the first place? Or the fact that he made millions a year and donated lots of money to local charity drives? God, what a kind-hearted man. 

He never flaunted the fact that he donated like most people. He never told anyone, really. Kim just happened to be working at a charity for young children with Down syndrome when she saw his name on the announcement sheet. 

Kim volunteered to help raise money for the children with Down syndrome. When you donated, your name was written on a piece of paper and during their thank you speech, they included your name, but Kim saw Henry Halliday's name on the sheet Written next to his name was anonymous donor. 

Next to his name! He didn't want everyone to know, didn't want to be known as the angelic rich boy. Well, too bad. Kim knew of his kind acts. She wasn't to tell anyone though. Not that she had anyone to tell. 

Ms. Halliday nodded understandingly. "Why can't your friend date him?" She asked, devouring another piece of bread.

Kim blinked, confused. "My friend? Oh, right. My friend can't date him because..." Would saying that he's the bosses son clue Margaret in on who Kim was talking about? "Because he's a hobo." She lied. "Her parent don't let her date guys without houses." 

Margaret look at Kim incredulously. "A hobo?" 

"Yes." Kim said. 

Margaret laid down, setting the bread next to her on the bedside table. She snuggled into the blanket, still looking at Kim peculiarly. "Hobo." She finally snorted. 

Kim stood up. "I think you should rest." She advised. 

"I do feel abnormally weak, but then again, I am old." Ms. Halliday grumbled. She hated aging, constantly complained about her forming wrinkles.

"I'm leaving you now, but I will be back. Don't hesitate to call for me. I'll be staying all day to check in on your health." With that, Kim left the room. Tucking Ms. Halliday into bed, turning out the lights, and softly closing the door.

"I wondered when you'd come out." 

Kim jumped in surprise. "What the hell?" She whisper yelled.

Henry stood, propped up again the wall. He looked devastatingly handsome in him tight V-neck. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, probably did that to keep the massaging oils off his shirt. 

Kim could see the outline of something showing on his chest through the white shirt. It was black and written in cursive. Did Henry get a tattoo? Did she forget to mention how mouth-wateringly delicious his tan skin looked against the white of his shirt?

Henry smiled, revealing a set of perfect straight white teeth. He looked so fabulous. "Were you planning on opting out on your promised massage?" He asked, a daring look in his eye. His 'better not even think about objecting' look was exactly like his mother's, spot on really.

Kim crossed her arms, glaring at Henry. "Yes, yes I was." 

"Well, don't bother. I promised. You always thought I was bad at everything; I want to show you that I am at least good at this. Please." He begged, giving Kim puppy dog eyes that were one hundred percent better than hers were. 

How could you deny a face like Henrys? Kim huffed, quickly caving from his persuasion. "Fine I'll get a massage." It was probably out of line to get a massage from your boss's son, but Henry was just so persuasive and the super excited look on her face was like a child waiting for their Christmas gift. She couldn't be that person to deny a person happiness and if it made Henry happy to give her a massage, then so be it.



Untouchable Ch. 02



It took some work, but I managed to get a temporary visa for Devi to enter the United States. Naturally, I was her sponsor. My plan was already being mentally conceived. I was going to ask my unhappy wife for a divorce and marry my new lover ASAP. The dissolution of my old marriage would be a pretty clear signal to INS that I was serious about wedding this Indian girl, not setting out to defraud Uncle Sam.

Inevitably, my colleagues had some reservations. Quite a few thought that she was just a fling or a mail-order bride. The truth was that I loved her and I knew it. She loved me back, which was evident in her attitude toward me. There was no coldness like I experienced with Rebecca.

Devi's parents were another difficulty. They really didn't comprehend the reasons for a prosperous American from New York City to take their daughter, a WAITRESS, for a mate. They barely condoned her liaisons with her cousins, because they assumed that one of them would marry her someday. They were from the same background and family, after all.

Despite all of this, I got her to leave India and found her an apartment near my neighborhood in the Big Apple. I figured that I might need it anyway, after I told Becky that I was about to end our marriage. She might well try to take me to the cleaners. I would fight that, but not to keep the house. She was the one who had wanted the damned money pit in the first place.

Meanwhile, I rented a suite for Devi and myself. I took her to work, pulled some favors to get her a job with the same airline, and spent what free time that I could find making incredible love to my new girlfriend. She had become particularly fond of fucking in the Jacuzzi, which was something that she had never known before in her impoverished life.

I dreaded having to make the final step. As it was, Becky must have suspected my infidelity this time, since I hadn't come home after my return flight. Strangely, though, I got no messages or calls on my cell or work phones. That was odd indeed, even for a cold fish like my wife. It was enough to make a guy paranoid.

Just when I was about to let Becky know what was happening, she finally contacted me.

"Gus, what the hell are you doing there? Are you fucking some slut? I've doubted your fidelity in the past, but I really think that you're cheating now! Can you give me ANY good reason to think otherwise? What are you up to, Gustavo?" she interrogated me.


"To be honest, Becky, I'm leaving you. I want a divorce. There it is. That's why I haven't been back to the house or spoken to you. I've tried to give myself the chutzpah to let you know that it's over. Apparently, I have succeeded. I want to end the legal pretense, which is all we have left of our marriage. You know that it hasn't worked out for us. Stop kidding yourself. We're not a couple. We're just roommates who share a bank account. Well, THIS roommate is calling it quits and cutting his losses," I announced.

"I see. That explains your weird behavior since coming back to the States. I guess it's not really a shock. You've stopped suggesting therapy, asking for sex, and doing anything romantic for me recently. Part of me suspected that you'd given up. I won't lie and say that I'm not angry or hurt. I am BOTH. It's like you were easing out of the marriage once you decided that there was no hope for us. Is that right?" she reacted to my declaration.

:"Pretty much," I agreed.

"I suppose that we should have our lawyers draw this one up as soon as possible. I want to tear off this bandage swiftly, rather than take my time and make it hurt more. Of course, I want the house. Do you object?" she probed me.

"Not really. I never liked it anyway. It's another example of what went wrong with us. You never thought of me as a person. My views on things like houses were just drivel to you. I was merely an ambitious Puerto Rican who couldn't understand things like that. I was only your ticket to the top of society: a future CEO, as far as you were concerned.

"Face it. You're dead inside. I can't stay married to a living corpse, a soulless woman who thinks of nothing but her status and the opinions of her neighbors. It's not just that you're sexually frigid. You're frozen, ice cold in your spirit. There's no kinesis, that is energy, inside you. I wasn't shocked when you proved sterile. How can someone without life inside, without animus or spirit, create or conceive another life?

"It's quite an irony that you focus so much on prolonging your lifespan, when you're already dead in a spiritual sense. No matter how many carrots or protein shakes you consume, or how much time you spend jogging; your existence will kill you.

"I have learned what life really is in Santeria and you're not enjoying it. You're just marking time until death. That's a sure way to an early grave. I don't envy you. Unless you wake up from your self-imposed trance, you will never truly live, just going through the motions.

"Anyway, I just want the bike and my half of the marital assets. I don't think that you'll need alimony with 50% of my wealth. Your lifestyle should be intact until you find some limp Ivy Leaguer who wants a trophy wife. Since we don't have kids, the settlement should be simple and straightforward. Would you agree?" I offered.

"Very well. I don't appreciate your unsolicited critique of my lifestyle, but I'll accept your proposal. After all, I'd much rather have the Volvo than the Harley. I can't say that I understand your interest in motorcycles, anyway. They're too wild for an executive's image. I guess that's not my business now, anymore than what happens to me is yours. I suspect that you have found a new woman, but I won't ask who she is or anything else. Goodbye, Gustavo," she concurred.

"Goodbye, Rebecca," I answered, mercifully not commenting on her suspicion.

That was it. As abruptly as a cancelled pizza delivery, I had set in motion the formal termination of a marriage long deceased. I was about to divorce my 1st wife. I knew that this was the right thing to do. As warped and twisted as Becky was, she didn't deserve to be strung along with false hopes of reconciliation, while I pursued a secret affair with another woman.

Although I knew by now that I wasn't cut out for monogamy, I was tired of deceiving a woman whom I had once loved. I wouldn't make that mistake with Devi. I would include her in my lifestyle. There would be no lies.

As I thought about this in my birthday suit, still holding the phone in my hand, I felt a mouth on my cock. My new lover was licking and sucking my dick. She winked at me while she gave me head, letting me know that she was trying to persuade me to return to the hot tub. I was easily convinced to do that.

Once I sat down in the Jacuzzi, Devi planted her pussy down on my cock. Evidently, she wanted to experiment with the "cowgirl" position, to which I had no objection. She rode me with the typical energy of a 20 year old girl, enthusiastic and relentless.

As she jumped up and down on my manhood, I grabbed her ass cheeks and slid a finger into her sphincter. The feeling of my cock in her butt really excited her. My young Indian lover started milking me for my cum, as her own climax hit her. Apparently, this style of sex made it easier for her to orgasm, as it often did with women.

"God, Devi, I'm about to explode!" I shouted.

In an attempt to slow me down and get one last romp from me, my sexy, swarthy companion moved my finger out of her ass and moved my cock from her pussy to her backdoor. While this halted my release for a moment, it merely stalled the inevitable. The heat and tightness of her bottom squeezed my dick, making it twitch and then expel my cum into her. The rest of the load came a couple of seconds later.

Thinking that I would rest in the tub, I was stunned when Devi instantly grabbed my cock and took it back into her mouth. I then realized that her earlier blowjob and wink were hints of her plan to suck me off straight from her own ass. She was definitely a kinky girl and her wilder side got me semi-hard for a bit. I couldn't keep it up, though this hardly bothered her. She simply sat on my lap and held onto me in the hot tub.

"Devi, I told my wife that I want a divorce. That will speed up the wedding date. However, I should warn you that I'm not really a one-woman man. Don't expect monogamy. I don't want to hurt you by making false promises. Will there be problems with an open marriage?" I informed her.

"You're asking that question to the wrong girl. Remember, I used to fuck all of my cousins! I've NEVER practiced monogamy and don't think that I could, either. I've gotten used to multiple partners and planned to tell you that. I would have, if you had not brought it up first and saved me the trouble. This just made it easier for me. I believe that our marriage will be every bit as exciting as we hoped, my dear Gustavo," she answered me.

"You're clearly a free spirit, but so am I," I commented.

"Actually, I'm more of an old soul. I think that you are too. That's why we get along so well. We've been through enough lives and matured to see past jealousy and other silly feelings. I just had to break free of my parents' rigid adherence to the Vedas. I'm still a Hindu, but a more liberal and enlightened one. You know, those books of yours have taught me a lot," Devi noted.

"What books?" I asked her curiously.

"The ones on Santeria, Taoism, Druidism, Wicca, and Voodoo. Some of the ideas are similar to the ones that I grew up with, but others are more radical. Do you really put hexes on people who offend you?" she wondered.

"Yes, if they push me too far. It's usually next to a last resort. I am a Santeria practitioner and a warlock. I'll teach you more over time, especially after I get my books back from Becky. Anyway, my love, our wedding should be in a few months. I want it done as quickly as New York law permits. That should satisfy INS and get you a green card. Can't have you thrown out of the country, as I'd rather avoid a long-distance relationship. Plus, you'll be happier here than as an outcaste in New Delhi," I declared.

"True. I just wish that my parents would understand that," she replied as she soaked her lovely skin in the Jacuzzi.

"They will after they attend our wedding. I'll be sure to get them here for that. There are few GOOD traditions here, among them the father giving his daughter away. I like the implication of acceptance of the girl's maturity and her new love. I wouldn't want you to miss out on that," I told her.

"Neither would I, now that you've informed me of it," she agreed as my hand fondled her delicious butt.

That was definitely a good indication of what would happen to us. Devi and I are celebrating our 3rd anniversary next week. We're as wild now as we were then and we don't plan to settle down. After all, who wants to SETTLE for anything? 



Untouchable Ch. 02



"Right there?" He asked, moving his hands along her smooth skin, pushing more forcefully in some places than others. She sighed every time he did the technique she liked.

"Uh huh, yeah, Oh, yeah. That feels so good. Right there, Mm..." Stephanie let out a throaty moan. "That's why I always come to you, Henry. You're so good at it." 

Henry nodded. Stephanie had come about an hour ago for her weekly massage. Henry wasn't a trained masseuse. In fact, he barely knew what he was doing. All he did was find tense muscles and rub the tension out. 

About a year ago, they had been watching a movie together in his living room, when Steph starting complaining again about aching muscles. He could barely hear the movie over her incessant whining. So, he made her promise to shut up if he tried to rub her shoulders. For the rest of the movie he tended to her aching muscles.

By the end of the movie, Steph's muscles were feeling a little bit better, although not perfect. So, she began coming over for weekly massages. They were friends, so, at first, he didn't have her pay, but then she began calling at odd times. At midnight, he would get a call about her pains and aches and she'd come over and get her body massaged. That's when she began paying. Not because he had to massage her, but because she was taking away his time to sleep. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Henry let it ring for a while, he didn't really care who was on the other side. However, the doorbell kept ringing and ringing and ringing.

Henry turned to Steph. "Give me a moment. Whoever it is needs to learn a thing or two about respect." He stormed down stairs, ready to wrangle somebody. 

He yanked open the door, preparing to lecture whomever it was on the other side about ringing his doorbell non-stop early in the morning, until he saw who it was. 

Kimberly Jones, the object of his desire since he laid eyes on her, also known as his mate, but she didn't know that. 

It was early in the morning and there she was - looking like sin in heels. Her short skirt was tight, revealing her long shapely legs and showing off her curves, double score. He tried to keep his gaze off her ever so present cleavage, but it was staring right at him. Taunting him with what he could never have, with what he could only hope to obtain. Her silky brown hair was pinned up to the top of her head, a pink ribbon tied around it in a neat bow. On her face, she wore the same blank determined look. Henry was exceptionally good at reading people's faces, but with Kim, he rarely knew what she was thinking. Only when she was deep in thought, not guarding her expressions, could he read the strong emotion swirling in her emerald eyes.

"It's seven thirty." She snapped, pointing to her wristwatch. She was always straight to the point, moving quickly unconcerned about stopping to smell the roses. Henry always believed it was because she feared a rose she stopped to smell'd prick her.

He let her in, noticing how she went out of her way to keep from touching him. His wolf was furiously that his mate would dislike them. He grimaced. "I'm sorry to say, but my mother has come down with something. She won't be coming to work." He watched her face fall. She obviously enjoyed her job. If he had told any of the other people who worked for his mother that their boss was sick, they would have been celebrating, but not Kim. 

She looked sad after he told her that. "I'm sorry; does that mean I will not be working today?" He could hear the utter disappointment in her voice. 

Why did she look so upset over a single day off work? If she didn't want to leave and he certainly didn't want her to leave, then why should she leave? He quickly made up an excuse for her to stay. "My mother asked for you to tend to her while in her sickness. I tried getting a house nurse, but she would have none of that. I told her she should have someone more experienced tending to her. You aren't afraid to be around a sick person, are you?" He asked concerned. He didn't want her to feel obligated to stay if she felt uncomfortable or nauseous to be around a sick person.

She nodded, giving me a slightly annoyed look. Had he said anything to offend her? He turned away, leading her up the long curved set of stairs. He didn't have to ask her to follow him or even look back to see if she was there. He could smell her. Oh God, did he smell her. She smelled so appetizing, like peaches and cream. He recognized that scent from miles away. That scent haunted him at night. His head was overflowing with many questions. Why did she always smell like peaches? Was it natural? Did she also taste like peaches, just as sweet and incredibly tasty? Boy, did he want to taste her.

Most mates, when they found each other, instantly are hit by a tidal wave of sexual need. It's Mother Nature's way of populating their pack at a quick pace. They desire each other so intensely that some mates have walked out of the room in the middle of the pack meeting. Henry felt that sexual urge right when Kim walked through the door. Not only was she the most stunning girl he had ever laid eyes on, but she smelled better than a Thanksgiving dinner to a half-starved wolf. He craved her approval far more than his next meal. Which, before he met her, meant a lot. You see, wolves have needs in a specific order: Food, water, space to run, and companionship. It went in that specific order, until you met your mate. She instantly becomes your first priority above all other things. Air meant nothing to a mated wolf. Henry wouldn't care if someone suffocated him, as long as he was with Kim. 

She was soft in all the right places, places he wanted to hold and caress. She had fair skin like snow white, which he eagerly wanted to lick and taste its sweetness. Her hair was waist long and chocolaty brown. When the sun hit it just right, it gave off a reddish hue, sending him into a lustful frenzy. He felt like a lovesick pup pining after his mate, and pining was exactly what he was doing. He was getting nowhere with her. Did she have the same empty feeling when she left him as he felt when she left him? He felt bereft and depraved. Like someone had come in, taken his favorite pet from him, and left him alone in an empty room. 

"Henry, baby?" He heard Stephanie call from his room. Both he and Kim turned to the sound of her voice suddenly filling in the uncomfortable silence. He didn't like the silence, but it was tolerable when he was in the presence of his mate. The last thing he wanted was for Kim to meet Steph. Steph could be very intimidating and protective over what was hers and in this case, she would believe it was he.

Henry saw her standing his doorway, wearing nothing but his bed sheet and a smile. He used to think Steph was extremely sexy but compared to Kim: Steph was okay. No female held a candle light to Kim's beauty; she was the sun while they were all flowers. They were lovely, but she was divine. 

Steph was a single she wolf in a pack of viscous territorial males. Men staked a claim on her daily, but she didn't care. She was beyond narcissistic. Her mental image of herself was vain. "When are you gonna come back to the room? I'm getting cold." She whined. Her whining was the least attractive thing about her, in Henry's opinion, and she did it quite frequently. 

. Steph's sky blue eyes landed on Kim and she scowled, he could see her wolf ready to attack what it suspected was taking away what was hers. He knew that if he didn't intervene soon that Steph would attack his mate and that would not end well. So he let out a low warning growl. If Steph attacked, she would die. When someone threatened the life of a wolf's mate, that wolf would die. No doubt about it. 

Steph heard his growl and forced and brief smile. 

"I'm coming back after I show this girl to my mother's room." He loathed called her just a girl. He longed to call her his mate aloud, but the verbal claim would scare her away. He certainly didn't want to scare her away. He wanted her to stay. He wanted to curl up in a ball at her feet. The thought used to disgust him. Why would he, the next alpha to the New York pack, want to curl up in a ball at anyone's feet? Now, he was okay with thought. He'd be even more okay if she'd allow him to do it. 

"I'll be waiting," Steph purred, running a finger over her breast. Henry quickly turned away. He only gave her massages, no more than that. She only undressed for the massage. He did not want to see Steph so scantily dressed, the only person he wanted to see that way was his mate. He especially did not want to see Steph that way with his mate present. She would assume something was going on between them. 

"Okay." He answered, releasing another low growl. His growl promised later punishment for her behavior. Of course, she didn't know Kim was his mate. She just assume she was another girl he brought home. Henry hadn't told anyone in his pack that he had met his mate; he didn't want them to threaten her human life until he turned her. If they attacked while she was human, she'd surely get hurt badly.

Henry started walking again in the direction of his mother's room. Kim's scent started vanishing and his head began clearing. Had she stayed there? Henry was about to turn around when her delicious peach scent assaulted his nostrils again, showing that she had caught up.

"This is her room. You know what to do, right?" He asked, hopeful that she'd say no and give him a reason to stay and provide her assistance. 

She nodded, giving him the same annoyed expression, making him wonder again, what he had done. If only she would tell him and he wouldn't do it anymore.

He turned away, walking back to his room. He was going to chastise Steph. Now that he finally met his mate, he could no longer massage Steph. Already Henry felt his wolf howling in anger because he was voluntarily walking away from his mate. The poor dog was under Kim's command. Every desire she had, he would fulfill. Once she became his, she would want for nothing. 

Henry tore open his bedroom door, finding Steph sprawled naked on his bed. She probably thought to seduce him as she had once done, but now was not like then. Now, he wanted no one but his mate. He didn't think he was even capable of desiring any others. It seemed impossible. 

"I was wondering when you'd return, my darling." Stephanie cooed, running a hand down the curve of her breasts. She started slowly massaging her nipples in a very erotic way, but Henry didn't care. He found her just as appealing to look at as a pig, maybe less even. He did love pork. 

Henry scowled. "Put some damn clothes on, you harlot!" He growled. His hands clenched into fists. He knew he should calm down his rage. It was his wolf's anger from parting with is mate. 

Stephanie instantly jumped off the bed at the sound of his snarl. She quickly wrenched on clothes. She was very afraid of his wolf's anger, which was reasonable seeing as how tearing people apart was what he was known for. She finished dressing and stood stiffly next to his bed. "Why are you so angry with me?"

Henry disregarded her question. "I can't massage you anymore, Steph. We can't do this anymore. You have to get it through your thick skull; we are never getting to together." He didn't want to be so harsh, but if he tried sparing her feelings, then she'd think she had a chance. 

Stephanie's eyes watered. "What? Why? We used to date, why not now?" She asked. She crossed her arms indignantly. 

"I've met my mate."

Steph looked as though he had slapped her across the face. "Who, who is your mate? Why haven't you told me? Was it that stupid slutty bitch you were with in the hallway?" She demanded. "I will fucking kill her." 

Henry was across the room in a flash. His hand wrapped around her throat. She gasped, trying to pull his hand off her throat. Quickly her face started to change color. "Say another thing about my mate." He snarled. "She will be your Luna and you will respect her. If you even lay a finger on her, I will skin you alive. I will tear every tooth out of your skull and pass them out like Halloween candy, you mutt!" He practically yelled. He had to force himself to take his hands off her throat. He was ready to end her life just then. 

Steph stumbled away, holding her throat. She coughed several times, letting the air back into her desperate lungs. "I won't touch her." She mumbled, baring her throat to him in submission. 

Henry just glared at her. Her disrespectful comment has pissed his wolf off. If it were up to his wolf, Steph would be dead already. The fact that Henry hadn't already taken wolf form and ended Steph' life was nothing short of a miracle. He had never had a problem with his wolf, he'd never had to fight for dominance, but at that moment he was sure he was going to turn. 

Henry left the room; his wolf was still bloodthirsty and ready to murder her. Right at that moment, his wolf wanted three things: To return to his beautiful mate, to slaughter Steph, and eat some food. The first one was out of the question, he knew that he might regret the second, so he settled for the last. He was very hungry and his wolf got very irritable when it was hungry, so he went down stairs. 

His mother and he were very rich. They worked hard for what they had and didn't go out spending, so, saving up was easy. They bought a large house when they had enough money. It used to be difficult for him to find his way around his house, now he knew his way around every nook and cranny. He easy navigated his way to the spacious kitchen. It was a professional chef's dream kitchen. Too bad, they didn't use it very often. 

He rummaged through the cupboards and drawers searching or a snack. He didn't have a preference; as long as it was edible, he'd eat it. He found a bag of fresh fruit in a drawer in the fridge. Maybe some fruit mixed with the packets of yogurt he kept finding everywhere would suffice. Well, at least it would satisfy him, not his wolf. His wolf wanted to go hunting for fresh game; he wanted raw bloody meat to tear into. Henry didn't necessarily care for raw meat like the other wolves. He liked his food cooked. Occasionally though, he'd give his wolf a treat and eat a bloody steak, so rare you could hear the moo in the distance. Maybe some whip cream on top wouldn't hurt, he did like whip cream. 

He was reaching down into the fruit drawer when he smelled peaches, but not any regular peaches. The peaches and cream scent that one particular girl smelled like. Boy did his wolf instantly calm. It went from raging beast to purring pup right when she walked in. He'd never heard his wolf purr. 

"Wha-" She sputtered. He turned around, looked at her questioningly. "I..." She tried thinking of something to say. "I thought you were in your room." She was talking with her hands, throwing them about. "I just assumed you know with all the noise," She mumbled embarrassed, she began nervously rubbing the back of her neck.

He thought the blush creeping up her neck was adorable. She was blushing because she heard Steph making some sort of noise. Steph was always on her phone, so Henry knew it must have been something heard or saw causing her to make noise. However, he liked how fidgety she got when she was embarrassed, so he pretended not to hear her. "What?" He asked. 

"Um, you know? There was noise. You know laughter?" Kim blushed beet red; he didn't think anything could be cuter. "Just forget it." She murmured, looking down at her feet.

He decided to stop embarrassing her. "Oh," He nodded, acting as if he just heard her. "That's Stephanie's noise. I've been in here getting a snack." He informed Kim, gesturing to the bowl of fruit next to him. 

Kim started laughing hard, she held her side and hollered. "May I ask what's so funny?" Henry asked. He really wanted to know what made her laugh, what kind of things made her snort? How could he make her laugh again?

"I just, you know, thought that the whipped cream was for something sexual." She sputtered.

She thought he performed sexual acts with Steph. Henry blushed, and she thought he used whip cream. Did Kim like using whip cream? He did like whip cream, but the thought of him, Steph, and whip cream made him gag. 

"No, I was going to put yogurt and fruit in a bowl. The whipped cream was supposed to go on top, but suddenly I don't want to put it on top." He put it back into the fridge placing it gently in like it was explosive ready blow up.

"Okay." Kim stifled a giggle. The happy sound made him smile.

Henry closed the fridge and put his bowl on the counter. "I'm not sleeping with Stephanie. We're just friends. She comes over for a massage. I'm a pretty good masseuse." He saw the utterly shocked expression on her pretty face. She must not have known that. 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. I just thought, you know, he must have one hell of a sexual appetite." Kim chuckled. She moved across the kitchen to tie an apron around her neck. It was peculiar to see her put an apron on, but he didn't ask questions. Besides, she looked delightful. Like a cute little housewife. 

Henry blushed, again. "Um, nothing like that. Anyway, what are you doing in here? I thought that you were with my mother." He didn't want her to go, he just wanted to know how she found her way to the kitchen. Was she hungry? If so, he'd make her food for her.

She shrugged. "Your mom had one request: Zucchini bread. So, I'm in here to make it." She started pulling dishes out and utensils she needed to make it.

His face lit up. "The zucchini bread that my mother brings home every Monday, you make it?" Of course, he remembered that bread. Delicious and soft, it was so good. He consumed a loaf of her bread in one gulp, like a starving vulture. 

Kim nodded. She didn't seem very impressed with her baking skills. 

"I love that bread! Please, say you'll let me help you make it." He begged. He loved the bread, but he didn't really care about it. He wanted more time with her, just being around her made him feel so warm and content, like he usually did after a large dinner. 

She allowed him to. She gave him the job of collecting the ingredients. It wasn't hard, so soon they stood together showing out the item needed for the recipe. She gave him another task of whisking together half of the ingredients. He tried getting her to help him, even to make conversation, but she wouldn't. She just wanted to make the bread in silence and continue on her business. He was grateful even to be in her presence. Her scent was over whelming. Not nauseating by any means. It was like smelling baked cookies but not being able to eat them and knowing that you may never be able to eat them. 

When they finally finished, Kim told Henry that they had to wait for the yummy bread to bake. They sat next to each other at the bar, watching the time tick by. It wasn't an awkward silence. It wasn't even uncomfortable. It was just silence, neither of them wanted to do anything and both had silently agreed to sit there. He noticed them rigid posture at which she held herself, sitting like that all the time could cause someone serious pain, maybe even permanent. He wanted to do something for her. Steph certainly liked his massages, maybe Kim would. "I wanted to help you make the zucchini bread and you let me, so, now I owe you something. What do you want?" He asked, turning to her. She was silent for a moment.

Her eyes zoned off in the distance, as if stuck in thought. Her face paled, and then began blushing. It was strange. She seemed to be thinking about his offer. What did she want? Her fingers tightened around the stool until her knuckles turned white. He wanted to soothe her some way, but his mate would have none of that. She came back to reality. Looking him in the eyes. "I don't want anything from you." She choked out. Suddenly he smelled something he wasn't expecting. Was that arousal he smelled? Did she desire him?




Untouchable Ch. 02



"Fine, if you can't think of anything, then why don't you come over to my room once you're done with the bread and I'll give you a massage?" He suggested. She more than deserved one; she worked harder than most of the people he knew. 

"No. No, no, no. You are my boss's son; I don't get massages from my boss's son." She said, shaking her head frantically. Again, he smelled her arousal. Stronger that time. 

"Then, think of something you want." He said, before she could answer he added, "You can't think of anything? Then, after you finish making the bread, you will come to my room. End of discussion." He stood up and left, taking his bowl of fruit in hand. He was proud of his control over the certain situation, even proud of the slight scent of arousal coating the air. Soon, he would cause her to reek of arousal. 

He returned to his room. Steph was still there she was on the phone laughing hysterically as if she was talking to a comedian. 

He sat down at his desk and began eating his fruit. He had sliced peaches on his fruit bowl, yet they smell s remotely delicious as his mate smelled, odd. He finished his bowl and waited until Steph finished with her 'important' phone call. 

"I've decided that I can't be with you, Henry." Steph finally sighed. She closed her phone. "I'm just too good for you and you can't decide between me and your...female. I can't be with a man who wants more than one woman. I'm a one-man kind of woman. I'm sorry, I know you have strong feelings for me, but it's over. We're just too different, you I." She packed up her belongings and walked to the door, turning back to look at him pityingly. "No hard feelings? We'll be friends from now on." She stepped out of the room, so close to leaving. "By the way, no more massages. I can't be known as your second side girl." With that, she left. 

He let her leave without correcting her false thought of him. No, he didn't have hard feelings he never liked her. He was going to set her straight, but she was already going to leave. 

Henry waited for Kim outside his mother's room. He only waited there for a few minutes before she came out. "I wondered when you'd come out." He grinned. There she was, in one piece. He didn't know if she would walk away for one second to get hurt. He wanted to stay with him every second so he could ensure her constant safety. 

Kim jumped in surprise. Unlike Henry, she couldn't smell him from a mile away. "What the hell!" She hissed, placing a hand over her racing heart. He noticed that she let her eyes wonder over him for a second before returning to his face, pride instantly filled him, but he didn't tell her or make any action that would tell her that he had seen her look him over. He wanted her to do it again and if she knew, he noticed she wouldn't do it again. He really wanted her to do it again; he really wanted her to be pleased with his appearance as he was very pleased with hers. 

"Were you planning on opting out on your promised massage?" He asked, did she not like the idea of him soothing her aching muscles? Her guilty expression told him all he needed to know. 

Instead of caving under his dominance immediately, she crossed her arms and squinted up at him. "Yes. Yes, I was." She said defiantly. He liked that about her. 

He refrained from grinning at her noncompliance with him. Being forced around was not something she was okay with. She had fight in her. She would be a great Luna. "Well, don't bother. I promised. You always thought I was bad at everything; I want to show you that I am at least good at this. Please." He begged, giving Kim puppy dog eyes. He had once ruined a project of his mother's that both she and Kim had worked on, causing Kim to shout at him in anger. She said he was horrible at everything. 

He saw the change of emotion in her eyes. He had successfully swayed her decision. "Fine, I'll get a massage." She huffed, throwing her hands up exasperatedly. She wasn't nearly as enthusiastic about this as he was.



Untouchable Ch. 03



Disbelief was her first emotion. It all felt like a dream. Did she really walk into Henry's bedroom? Was it really she who undressed in his bathroom and now wore his silk white robe. Where was her sanity? Was it actually she that lay across his soft king-sized bed face down? Or just some other female that oddly resembled Kim? She felt like she was just going through the motions. She was raised her whole life to be modest and polite. Her parents believed that Kim had a smart head on her shoulders, if only they could see her now. They would be horrified. 

One moment she was tending to Ms. Halliday, the next she found herself laying on his bed in nothing but a robe. She should have marched right out of that room and demanded he kept his hands off her, but everything felt so nice. From the silky robe down to the comfortable bed that smelled of Henry's delicious masculine scent. She didn't want to move even when Henry asked if she was comfortable with him removing her robe for a moment to place a cloth over her rear end so he could start massaging her.

She felt him lightly tugging at the sleeves and dragging the robe off her body. For a second, but only just a second, she lay there comfortably. Then embarrassment started coloring her cheeks. She'd never been so bare in front of anyone before. Not even past boyfriends. "Henry?" She called out. Was he still there? Had he left? Was he looking at her?

She heard him clear his throat. "Er. Sorry about that, I...um...misplaced my towels. Aha...found one here." She detected the lie in his voice. Why would he lie about what he was doing? She felt him place the soft towel across her skin. He started making noise, bottles opening doors closing, and little things. 

"I'm going to touch you now, alright?" He asked, as if he was asking her permission. He was doing the massaging; she was just lying there like a bump on a log. 

She should have stopped before, shouldn't have even entered the room, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered now was that she escaped before she did something she would surely later regret. She just needed to get her clothes back on, apologize for wasting his time, and turn down every further offer he presented her with. Surely her brain wouldn't allow her to stay. Her brain didn't want her to stay, but her body had other plans. The stupid traitor body that wanted Henry like it wanted to bask in the sun. "Yes, it's alright." She finally answered, instantly wanting to take it back. She still had a chance to escape, like a slowly closing door. 

Warm liquid poured onto her back, it smelled faintly of honey. She wanted to ask what it was and why he put it on her, but all thoughts vanished at the first touch of his fingertips to her skin. He rubbed the oils around the length of her back, running his fingers along her spine. She didn't know if it was only her, but her spine was one on the MOST sensitive places on her body. The slightest of touches had her cringing, but his slightest touch tingled. It wasn't a bad tingle, not at all; it was a pleasurable sensation that ran up and down the length of her spine. 

"Does this feel good?" He asked, moving his hands down to knead her muscles. It felt so good she had to stifle the small moan swirling at the tip of her tongue. Oh man, did it feel good.

"Um...yeah." She answered. 

He changed his method, pressing into her spine until the aching vertebrae popped. Loudly her spine cracked. At that moment, she let out a sigh. She'd never known she'd needed to crack her back, but god did it feel good. It was like holding your breath for a long time, then finally releasing it.

He rubbed her back until all the muscles were relieved of any sort of pain. "Does that feel better?" He asked, wiping the excess oil of her back. 

What would she say? That was absolutely fan freaking tastic! My back has never felt better. You have magic fingers Mr. Halliday. No, she wouldn't say that. She'd settle for, "Yeah, I feel better. Thanks" and that's what she said. She should have thanked him profusely. Should have asked how she could return the favor for such a nice gift. She didn't feel any of the initial pain she had first felt when entering his room and the odd thing was, she was so used to the slight pain that she hadn't realized it was even there. 

He gave her back the robe and helped her off the bed. The look in his eyes scared her. It was possessive and strangely protective. He kept a constant eye on her until she entered the bathroom and even when she did, she felt his presence outside the door.  

She got dressed, feeling very refreshed. Her skin was still a bit damp, but what did she care? Her body felt fantastic. She felt better than she had in high school. She turned to the mirror and jumped in surprise. She looked different. Not major things like the size of her breasts, but small things like flecks of gold twinkled in her eyes and the color of her hair look slightly darker. 

Outside the bathroom, Henry paced in front of the doorway. He wanted his mate out of the bathroom. Heck, lately, Henry wanted many things. He wanted to make Kim like him, to force her to enjoy his presence as he enjoyed hers. Okay, so, maybe not force. She wasn't like him. She was human, as if it could get any worse, but she was also very NOT into Henry. 

Wolves in his society grew accustom to the rules and regulations. As a mate, you now belonged to your mate and they belong to you. So technically, Kim belonged to Henry. Honestly. He could beat that into any dumb mutt that tried to tell him otherwise, but no. The one that was keeping him from getting his hands on his delectable mate was his delectable mate. 

Why couldn't she be like all the other she-wolves and just fall madly on love with him as he had seen the rest of the mated wolves do? Instead, he had to walk around like a horn dog. He hadn't had sex since the first time he had seen her three months prior. That was the longest he had gone since high-school and if he knew his mate as well as he thought he did, if he shared that little fact with her she'd be sure to make him wait longer and tease him about his record for longest time without sex. Yet, even as he thought of her teasing, he felt a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. 

The bathroom door opened, revealing Kim. She looked up at him from under her thick lashes. She looked embarrassed. He knew that she was. She wasn't the kind of girl to go around showing her butt to everyone, and he had seen it. God, had he seen it. He had removed her robe. He was ready to put the towel over her exposed skin when he saw it. Perfectly round and enough skin to hold onto as he fucked her senseless, there was her ass. The most delicious piece of ass he'd ever seen in his life, he'd swear on it. 

He was engrossed in the beauty of her flesh that he hadn't noticed her blushing skin until she called out to him. She was embarrassed, so he pretended that he was looking for a towel. 

Kim shimmied around him, making her way to the door. "I have to go." She explained, "I gotta go, um...check on your mom. I came here for her, so it seems only right..." Henry knew she was just making up excuses. He knew his mate well enough to know her disliking of awkward moments. 

"It's fine" he assured her. Inwardly, his wolf began roaring. His wolf would never be prepared to part from his mate. If, when Kim found out about what Henry was, she rejected him; his wolf would never be content. The damn thing purred at her feet like an attention seeking pup who needed petted. 

Kim nodded gratefully. She wanted away from Henry, his gorgeous face, and his tasty scent. She needed to clear her head and purge herself of her X-rated thoughts. She used to be such a good girl. She did all her work, read the Bible, tried her hardest to be the best she could, and avoided situations that put her at risk of losing her innocence. All that hard work went to crap when she met Henry. 

Henry Halliday was the ideal man. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He looked hot casually and drool-worthy in a suit. He stayed fit and played rough football with a group of men out in his backyard, not that Kin spent a lot of time sitting by the window watching his strong figure barreling around the field crushing the other men. He was a towering 6'7 of pure muscle. Ropes and ropes of defined muscles adorned his mouth-watering body. When he flexed a muscle without noticing, Kim thought she'd need to excuse herself because Niagara Falls had gotten in her panties. 

She managed to slip out of his room and scurry down the hall without Henry's wolf doing anything rash, but when she turned the corner and vanished out of sight, his wolf went berserk. It took him at least five minutes to fight over dominance. He could barely reign his wolf in. Before he met Kim, he never had to fight for dominance. Soon, he was certain that he wouldn't win and his wolf would take over. If that happened his wolf would probably snatch Kim up and keep her safe in Henry's room. Probably tie her to his bedposts and threaten to keep her there indefinitely if she even thought to leave them. He was jealous that way. 

Henry turned away from the door, trying to change his thoughts to something other than his mate, his gorgeous mate, who currently ran away from him. He let out a vicious growl at the thought of his mate running away from him. "Well, there goes not thinking about her." 

He sat down at his desk, stifling a sigh. He was in his late twenties, he was not a little pup anymore, and he wasn't going to pout because he couldn't get what he wanted. "Instead of thinking about Kim, I'll...um...just..." Henry found a decent sized stack of copy paper in his desk drawer. "I'll make origami." Henry was known for talking to himself when he was stressed or needed his mind off people. Not naming names, just certain a someone. KIM! Damn, he was never going to get his mind off her. Her and her delicious body and the dirty mind that hid inside her head, that no one except herself got the privilege of hearing. He wondered if, maybe, when they were an item, that she would speak her dirty thoughts aloud and let him bask in her good humor. God, it was hard to think about something other than her. 

He tore into the paper and began folding away. Every piece of paper just turned out to be waded up and thrown out his trash bin. He folded for a while, pretending to be thinking about something other than Kim. Nah, Kim stayed firmly planted into his mind. Hmm...planted, she was the best thing ever to stay in his mind. Heck, he'd let her set up shop in his mind if it meant she'd never leave him.

It was very strange to him. When Henry was little, the thought of monogamy scared the living day lights out of him. Now, he'd love nothing more than to have Kim all to himself. Monogamy, the word was like a pray now. If it just so happened that Kim wanted to date someone else, then her future lover might just die of some terrible accident. (That may or may not be by Henry's hand.) 

Finally, with the last piece of paper, Henry tried folding it into a swan. It looked nothing like a swan. More like a bent airplane. He crinkled it up and left it at the desk. The next thing that happened made him question his already wavering sanity. 

In the crumpled paper, he saw his mate's face. Every detail seemed to be precisely the same. The round cherub cheeks, the plump lips that haunted his every dream, the long lashes that fanned when she blinked, the sprinkle of freckles across her face, the perfectly sloped nose, the 'come and get me' arched brows, the only thing that didn't match was the feral look in her eyes. He'd never seen such a look in her eyes and was sure that she would never be so vicious. She was a little snippy at times, but she could never be angry. He really missed her presence. 

Just go! His wolf growled in his ear. He was surprised. His wolf scarcely spoke, only when necessary. His wolf hadn't spoken in well over a year. 

Henry scowled. "Why so talkative today, Wolfie my boy?" Not that he didn't want his wolf to talk, he just didn't really appreciate it. There were times that Henry felt so lonely that he begged his wolf to talk to him, but no, his wolf was too busy sleeping in his mind to talk to him. 

Because you're acting like a pussy, Henry! If you want to be with our mate, if you want her to like us, if you want her to show that she likes us back, then get your ass up and do something! I'm done listening to your bitching! Whining about the fact that our mate doesn't like us! His wolf growled. 

He was right. Henry knew he was right, but he wasn't going to confess that little tidbit of information. Henry suddenly realized something. The entire time his wolf was yelling at him, he kept saying ours and us. "You dog, you! You like her just as much as I do! You want her to like us just as much as I want her to like us!" Henry growled back.

His wolf didn't answer. He got absolutely silent, which was expected of him. 

Henry smirked. "You scaredy cat." His wolf growled in response, making Henry chuckle. "Fine, you know what? I'll go ask if she'll go out with me tomorrow." 

Good...and make sure to buy her flowers. Girls really like flowers. His wolf advised him.

"Oh, do they now? You are so into her you!"

I am not! You're the one practically crying over the fact that she hasn't sniffed your ass! His wolf grumbled. Henry could imagine him retreating into the darkness of his mind, trying to get away from the fight before Henry humiliated him.

Henry left his room to travel down to his mother's. He tapped lightly. Half a second later, Kim was at the door. She looked at him curiously, a hand on her hip.

"Do you need something, Henry?" She asked, something must have happened to piss her off. 

"Uh, yes, I have something to ask you." He could already feel his hands getting sweaty from fear. He was a wild wolf for God's sake! He shouldn't be getting nervous just by speaking to his mate. 

Kim cocked a brow. "And that something is?" 

Henry gulped. Damn, he wasn't even this nervous at his third grade spelling bee. "Oh, yeah, I have something important to ask you, and...um...that important something is...um...very important." 

Kim rolled her eyes; she obviously wasn't the kind off girl to fall for a nervous man who could barely spit out 'do you want to go on a date with me?' She probably liked bad boys who didn't have feelings. Henry used to be a bad boy who didn't have feelings, he used to use woman like he used his toilet paper. He'd just use them without feeling and when they ran out, (He got bored) He'd get a new roll. That all changed when he met Kim. He wanted her all to himself forever. 

Henry decided just to spit it out already and face the consequences. If she said yes, he'd tell her what they'd do for the evening and what time he'd pick her up. If she happened to say no, he wouldn't get overly upset feel, as a useless wolf who's mate doesn't even like him, he'd just walk away with his head up high. Humph...as if, if she said no to Henry, he'd walk away with his head down and crawl into his bed alone. Probably listen to sad music and wallow in self-pity, the usual. 

He took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night." There, that wasn't so hard. Did it sound as rushed and loud to her as it did to him? He hoped it sounded cool and normal, because that's what he was going for. 

Kim's eyes narrowed. "Are you kidding me, Henry? Your mother is in the other room sick and all you can think about is sleeping with me? You are a disgrace to your mother. What if she found out where your priorities lie? I am here for your mother, not you. You and I will never happen, get it out of your head." She growled.

He felt like she put on combat boots and kicked him in the gut. Sleep with her? Did she really think that was all he saw in her was sex? Sure, he thought she had the body of a porn star, but he saw her as more than a human sized sex toy. She was a person. A beautiful, kind, generous, loving, sometimes delusional person. She did things daily that made him proud to be her mate. She had the best personality of any of the woman he had ever slept with. She was beyond brilliant, which compared to some of the airheads he slept with was a lot. She was amazing at her job, she could make a room feel cozy or expensive, sometimes he walked into a room she designed and thought certain words, like happiness or comfort or sometimes-even sex, but not all the time. If they were ever together, he would let her decorate every room top to bottom however she liked, no matter the cost. Which doesn't mean much because he was rich. 

Henry opened his mouth to respond.

"Don't even!" Kim snarled. She looked very angry. "I don't want to hear any of your lame excuses. You are just-" 

"Henry?" His mother called from inside her room. "Is that you my dear? Come give mama some kisses, she's feeling exceptionally shitty today. Must be the weather." He knew that was his mother's attempt at a positive attitude. 

He pushed passed Kim to get to his mother. She looked tired, but still managed to smile. He was happy she was at least still alive, most wolf who contract diseases spread by human usually die off quickly. It was because his mother's job, she spent so much time with the humans. He begged her to stop. The humans spread diseases like no other species, all because of their constant migrating to different locations just for vacations. Wolves stayed in the same residence unless they're forced to move. 

His mother patted the bed next to her. "Come sit, my boy. I have a preposition to run by you." 

Henry sat at the side of his mother's bed, careful not to jostle her too much. He nodded, suspicious of her preposition. Last time she made one, he ended up losing his father. He didn't mind, his father was a prick anyway. 

"Because, as I'm sure you've noticed, I'm not getting any better-"

"Don't say that-" Henry injected. 

"It's true, is it not?" His mother asked, her little bit of negativity shining through. "As I was saying before I got rudely interrupted by someone," She gave Henry a pointed look, silencing his further objections. "I need someone here who I trust to take care of me. Who isn't preoccupied with their job, would you mind if I had someone move in with us until I get better?" 

Henry would have loved to take care of her, but just as his mother said, he was preoccupied with becoming Alpha. He had duties and responsibilities to attend to before he formally became Alpha. Henry nodded understandingly. "Go on." 

She smiled, looking beyond Henry to the female at the door. "Kim. I would like Kim to move in with us. She already agreed to it, right Kim?" 

He turned around to glance back at his mate. She was open mouthed and surprised. Obviously she hadn't agreed to such terms. "I never-" 

"Good." His mother smiled contently. She was the devil sometimes. She knew how to play the fields without breaking a sweat. "I want to have Kim move into the room across the hall, anything she wants will be brought to her." 

Kim walked around the other side of the bed. It didn't go out of his notice that she went around the other side to get away from him. She crossed her arms angrily, "Ms. Halliday," 

"Margaret, my dear. Margaret." Of course, Ms. Halliday hated being called Ms. Halliday. It had something to do with her ex. husband and what he called her before he left her. 

Kim huffed. "Margaret, you should have an experienced house nurse if you want someone to take care of you daily. I have no medical experience and by the look of it, you need a doctor. I am nothing near a doctor. I can give a bandage or acetaminophen if you get a head ache, but I can't help you." Kim looked pained, like she wanted to help but didn't want to lead his mother on and make her believe she could help her more than a mother could help a feverish child. 




Untouchable Ch. 03



His mother smiled, "Let me rephrase it. I want you to stay here and keep me company. If I stay here with the help of my kind, but over protective son, I'll feel shut out of the world and eventually want to tear my hair out. You need to stay and make me feel happy with your overly bubbly personality. Please." Ms. Halliday begged. 

Kim really wanted to object, (She already felt it hard to keep her mind off Henry and her hands off herself. Imagine if she stayed in the same house as him. There would be a world of chaos.) Nevertheless, she couldn't say no to an ill woman. "Fine," Kim relented. "But heed my word. There will be no breakfast in bed. You are sick, but you're well enough to get down stairs and eat meals with the rest of the household. Oh, and before I forget, I won't be allowing the chefs the make my food or yours. I wouldn't know what they put into it. Can we agree on those terms?" 

Ms. Halliday grinned, rubbing her hands together like a mischievous kid. "I agree, now I'm feeling tired again. Henry, dear, go with Kim and help her get her things. All right? Now, I dismiss you both." 

Kim smiled "You can't dismiss me, because I'm letting myself out." 

Henry had seen Kim and his mother do this back and forth thing. It was insanely cute. Well, Kim was insanely cute. His mother was just snappy. Henry left behind Kim, he closed the door lightly. Both of them stood outside the door awkwardly. "So, you wanna go get your things?" He asked, trying to break the silence. 

Kim shrugged. "I guess, are you available right now? Or do you want to go later?" 

Henry wanted to laugh. He did have an important meeting, but all he had to say to get out of his meeting was that he was with his mate. No one would question him further. "No, not right now. I'll get my keys and then I'll drive us there." 

Kim glared at him. "No." 

"No what?" 

She placed a hand on her hip. "You are not driving me anywhere. I drove here in my car; I will drive us both there and back." She cocked a brow, waiting for him to say otherwise. "Are you ready to leave? I have my keys right here in my hand." She started walking away.

If she had looked at him right that second instead of turning away, she would have seen the grin forming on his lips. He loved her bullheadedness, especially when she said what she thought and didn't care about his opinion. Not even his friends spoke freely of what they thought, in fear of his wolf. He followed her. She was fast, even in her tall polka dot heels. She walked outside, not looking to see if he followed. 

Henry was proud of his car, it was fast and it got him places, but he saw his mate's. She had a 2015 Lamborghini Aventador. It was sleek, black, expensive, and ridiculously fast. He always thought Kim had money problems, if she could afford a Lamborghini then she probably wasn't as tight up as he thought. 

Kim slipped in and turned it on. 

They drove in silence. Even in a fast car, Henry noticed that she didn't go over the speed limit. He was glad; he didn't want his mate getting into a car accident. "So, you like this car?" Henry asked, trying to make conversation.

"Uh, yeah. That's why I got it. I wouldn't waste money on a car I don't like." She said. He thought she was in a bad mood, but when he looked at her face, she was smirking. She must have found that question funny. 

"You like fast cars?" 

She frowned. "Uh, yeah. Can we just not talk? You're just here to help me get my stuff. We don't need to chit chat. Alright?" She leaned over to turn on the music, hard rock music started playing. If you had asked Henry what kind of music he thought Kim listened to, he would have said pop. She sure dress colorfully and bright, he hadn't expected hard rock. 

He embraced everything about Kim. Every day he learned a new fact about his Kim. She loved drinking smoothies out of funky shaped glasses. She wore vibrant colored shoes and looked smoking hot in everything she wore. Sometimes, Henry was surprised by some of the things he found out. Like, when he found out she used to do gymnastics when she was little. (His mother happened to mention that, really his mother had a big mouth and told him all about his mate.) 

She pull into a parking lot and got out. "Come on." She grumbled. He wondered if maybe she didn't want to spend any time with him at all. He was excited to spend any time with her, and super excited to get out of her car. Her car was like a little box that kept him stuck with her. Of course, he loved to be so close with her, but her scent was driving him crazy. Her peachy scent was all over her car. His seat smelled of her scent. Not the mention, but his close proximity to her was hard to handle. If he hadn't already said, mates were very drawn to each other in both the physical and mental aspects of a relationship. 

He followed her into the building and up a flight of stairs. He stayed behind her, watching the sway of her hips. 

Delicious. His wolf groaned, making Henry frown. Of course, Kim was both his wolf's and his, he just didn't like his wolf's open attraction to her. Or his over talkativeness because of her presence. He couldn't very well tell his wolf to shut up or Kim would think she was talking to her. 

Kim walked into her apartment. "I guess I forgot to lock it behind me." She mumbled uncertainly, but Henry knew better. 

Henry walked into her place. It was neat and tidy, exceptionally open. He smelled an unfamiliar scent. It didn't belong to her or anyone she spent a lot of time with. All the times she spent with him, he hadn't smelled this scent. When Kim spent a lot of time with Henry, she began to smell like him. So who ever had entered her apartment she didn't know or hadn't seen in a while. That thought didn't leave him with a good feeling.

Henry notice the wood next to her front door was dented. Someone had broken into her apartment. He didn't know if whoever did it did it often or just this time. 

Kim was in her bedroom. She pulled the suitcase out from under her bed and began filling it with as much clothes as possible. Because she was going to be seeing Henry a lot, she felt a little nagging feeling that she should dress up every day, but she knew that when taking care of Ms. Halliday that she'd be running around all over the place. So she packed what she'd where on a usual day off. Just a pair of worn sneakers and exercise clothes: yoga pants, shorts, t-shirts, sweaters, some tank tops. She really didn't need to dress up, so why should she? 

She was going through her bathroom, gathering up her toiletries, when she found a strange bag underneath her sink, behind her extra shampoos. It was made of fabric and seemed to have something in it. She untied the bag and peered in, it had bird claws, some herb looking substance, chicken bones, and...The locket she got from her grandmother. 

"What the fuck?" Kim's nose wrinkled in disgust. 

Henry came walking in. "What's wro..." The words died on his lips when he noticed the bag resting in the palm of her hand. His expression turned murderous, his lips pulled back into a scowl. "Give me that bag." He growled, extending his hand in her direction. 

Kim jumped up, quickly handing him the strange item. "What is it? Why don't you like it? Do you know where it came from? I sure didn't put it there. Do you know who put it there? You look pretty angry about its presence." 

Henry pulled out his lighter and lit the little sack on fire. It glowed a bright blue before bursting like an explosive and covering him in ash. He was very pissed to find a hex bag in his mate's house. Turns out, someone wanted her dead and that was NOT okay with Henry. 

He heard a small rustling sound and ran from the room. Her bedroom window was now open and the white curtains blew about. Whoever it was had stayed to watch the event unravel and ran when their plans failed. He was glad they ran, or his mate would have had to watch him slaughter someone. 

"What's going on?" Kim demanded from behind him. 

He turned around, "Nothing." He tried lying. "Let's leave now. My mother will want us back soon and we will want to check on her." He scooted up her suitcase and wrapped an arm around her waist. She didn't object, which was good. Because Henry's wolf wasn't happy that someone would try to kill their mate. Her physical contact calmed his raging wolf. He practically dragged her out of the apartment and into the car. 

She let him drive on the way back. Still, they drove in absolute silence. Which was how he noticed the black van tailing them. It had been driving behind them for quite a while. He was an excellent driver, so he could easily lose them. Now all he had to do was lose them without his mate finding out.