Chapter 23 Chapter 23
MARTHA:
Mr. Weston smiled and entered the room where I had spent the night. His woody scent surrounded me like a warm blanket as he replied, "It's a tribal tattoo."
"Does Doctor Tina have it too?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded.
"Yes, but women's tattoos are on their backs. They are meant to carry the pack on their backs, while we carry ours from the front," he replied proudly, and my jaw dropped. I was still looking at him in shock.
"That man—he has the same tattoo. When he mentioned he was from the Dark Mountain Pack, I asked him if he was a werewolf, but he lied to me. Why did he lie to me and sleep with me without protection?" I asked Mr. Weston, my fist clenching at the memory.
"Was it his plan to get me pregnant? How could he do that knowing he wasn't human!" I screamed, my body trembling. Mr. Weston quickly crossed the distance between us and clasped my mouth.
"Martha, do not forget that you promised not to disclose this to anyone. You have to keep your word, or I will be forced to use my powers on you!" he warned, his voice low, dangerous, and brushing against my left ear.
"What do you mean? Are you a wizard too?" I asked him, stepping away from his hold, as I felt uncomfortable with his closeness.
After learning that Mr. Weston had a crush on me and that he still harbored feelings for me, I deduced that it was best I keep my distance from him.
"What do you mean by using force on me?" I asked him, my voice dripping ice.
Mr. Weston sighed. His gaze locked on mine as he replied, "I can make you forget everything about meeting a werewolf. From the night you mated with a werewolf."
"Really?" I asked him, thinking that might be a good idea. But what if I forget my plans to get revenge on my stepmother? What if I forget about myself, my goals, and become a bimbo?
"No, I don't want to lose my memory. I would appreciate getting hypnosis from you, but no—I don't want to lose my memory. I still want to get revenge on my stepmother and Mark for betraying me," I replied firmly, taking another step backward to keep my distance.
"Then you shouldn't mention this to anyone. No matter what. Not even at gunpoint, or to any suspicious creep trying to investigate what happened to your neck," Mr. Weston said, pointing at the wound on my neck that had healed but still hurt inside.
"Got it. I won't reveal anything. This is between us," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. I skipped telling Mr. Weston about my dream.
"Sir, can I get some clothes? I didn't mean to bother you again, but my dress is ruined and I haven't bathed in two days now," I explained calmly, watching Mr. Weston stride toward me.
"It's fine. I have some clothes here, but they are all men's wear. I'm sure they won't fit you, unless you feel a need to try them on," Mr. Weston replied calmly, and my cheeks flushed.
How could I wear a man's clothes?
"No, thank you. I would prefer women's clothing. If I was living nearby, I wouldn't mind, but if any of the staff catch me coming out of your private suite wearing your clothes too, they will think otherwise, and I do not want that now," I replied calmly, watching him pull out the cannula and remove the IV drip from my left wrist.
"I don't mind if they gossip about us being in a relationship, Martha. I am serious about you," Mr. Weston said, his voice low, comforting, and serious as I met his gaze. His black eyes glowed, and I realized it was part of his distinct features as a werewolf—to make their eyes glow with desire.
"No." I looked away from his face. "I am sorry, Sir. I don't want to fall in love now. Mark's betrayal still hurts, and I need some time to get over it."
"It's fine. I won't rush you," Mr. Weston replied as he stepped away from me and sat on the bed.
"I will send someone to get a few dresses, but you know some stores might not have opened because today is Sunday. Or I will call Dr. Tina to get some spare clothes for you," Mr. Weston said, and I thought about it.
"Alright. I would appreciate it if she could help. I cannot call my friend because she will ask questions, and I don't want her to grow suspicious," I pointed out.
Mr. Weston nodded and pulled the door open.
"I will be back." He slipped out of the room, and I breathed out heavily. I went to pull the curtains open to allow a gust of wind to enter the room and wash away the woody scent of my handsome boss.
"He is a werewolf, Martha. I cannot be smitten by him," I scolded myself with a gentle shake of my head.
I stood by the window of the room, gazing out at the city and the arriving cars.
I saw Judith arriving too in her small red car, as the restaurant functions on weekends as well.
When Judith gazed up at the third floor and locked eyes with me, her brows furrowed—the Silver Restaurant was a magnificent two-story building.
Judith looked away without saying anything. At least, after Mr. Weston had warned her, she didn't want to lose her job.
I moved away from the window, as I didn't want to risk meeting another staff member's gaze. I could not afford to spread rumors that I was in a secret relationship with my boss and that maybe that was why I had broken up with Mark.
I stepped back into the room and sat on the bed, waiting for Mr. Weston to return.
My phone rang, and I hurried to pick it up—I had kept it on the shelf in the room.
It was a call from Mark Elliott, and my brows furrowed seeing that it was his second number.
How dare Mark call me after cheating on me with Elena.
I was sure that he would be restless when he hadn't seen me return home. Not because he loves me, but because he hadn't fulfilled his plans to take my inheritance.
Ending the call, I blocked Mark's second number. But then Sandra phoned me. She rarely called me, but this time, she did.
Wanting to reject her call, I frowned and decided to answer it.