Chapter 7 Sienna's POV
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, checking my phone. It was time for my next appointment, and my client would be here anytime soon. I didn't want to have him here when he came. "Nice to meet you too," he smiled, ignoring my question and sat down on an empty seat. "Get out of my parlor. I have a client coming in any time soon," I walked up to him, pointing to the door.
"Unfortunately, I am not going anywhere. I came to inform you that time is running out for you to join my pack, and it's only a matter of time before you get reported," he said and reached into a bowl where I kept my snacks. He picked up a Snickers bar and opened it, biting into it while looking me in the eye.
"Stop eating my food, you fucking asshole. I'm not joining your animal cult," I cursed at him, and he just shrugged. "We'll see about that," he smiled and folded the wrapper, putting it into his pocket.
"Have you had lunch?" he asked out of the blue, and my stomach responded for me almost immediately, growling. It was embarrassing. He gave me a knowing smile, and I had to hold myself from wiping that smirk off his face. The fucking bastard.
"Wanna go grab lunch?" he asked, and I looked at him in disbelief. Who the fuck did he think he was?
"I just told you I had a client coming in later in the day, and all you can do is ask me to go to lunch with you?" I said, looking at him, disgusted. "What sort of perverted fuck are you?" I asked, looking at him in disgust.
"Perverted?" he asked, and then let out a soft laugh. "Do you really think I'm doing this to be with you?" he asked, giving me the most disgusted look.
"I can have anyone. I don't think YOU are anything special that would make me want you." He had this look in his eyes, like he was looking down at scum, and it fucking infuriated me.
"You are not what I would go for, unfortunately. You are just too foolish, immature, headstrong, and have no sense of self or self-preservation skills," he said, and I almost lunged at him. "I'm doing this because, unfortunately, until I figure out your connection with the Lunar Key, I need to keep you protected and away from people who would want to destroy the Key," he said in this cool, detached asshole tone.
"I don't care about you, Sienna. I care about the Key, and it is unfortunately tied to you in some twisted way. Once I get the Key, I'll let you go back to your mediocre human existence, and you can die and I wouldn't care." He sounded like he was saying something that was true. I guess it was because it was true, and I knew it shouldn't hurt my feelings.
I wanted that too. I wanted him to let me be so I could go on with my life. I mean, I said it. I couldn't care less about the shifter world. I didn't want to be a part of it. I wanted what he wanted too. To get this over with and have my life back to myself, but I couldn't help but be angry with him. What he said had struck a nerve. One I didn't like being struck.
"Get out of my parlor!" I shouted at him, even shocking myself.
"What? Did I strike a nerve? You seem too emotional for someone who grew emotionally detached. You should try to school those emotions on your face. They are your weakness. If what I said hurt you this much, then it proves even more why I don't want you," he said, standing up. He dug his hands into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, and got out a couple of hundreds. "Have lunch with these.
"Starving yourself isn't something I'd like to have to deal with, especially not now with all that's going on." He shoved his wallet back and walked to the door. More rage burst in me, and I pulled the money from the table. I picked up the money and tore it in two.
"I don't give a fuck about your money. Get out!" I screamed, but he was already gone. I fumed, kicking my table over and over again.
Just then, my phone pinged and a text came in. It was my last client for the day, canceled. I screamed and raised my phone to throw it but instead just sat down, filled with rage.
Who the fuck did he think he was? I was going to ignore him from now on. I didn't care if he had saved my life. He was an asshole most of the time, and that was enough to cover up the one good deed he had done. You couldn't even call it a good deed when he had done it because he thought I was of some importance to his cause.
More than ever, I was sure if I hadn't been needed, he would have never saved me. He was the perfect example of the type of men I despised. He was an asshole corporate king that had all they wanted from when they were young. He always wore designers and his house was out of a movie. He came here with different cars and had women surround him. He thought himself special because he was attractive and could get anything he wanted.
He was an absolute pig.
I couldn't even believe I was attracted to him once. Thank goodness it was a once in a moment thing, and it was probably because of hormones from my ovulating. Whenever I ovulated, I got very frisky and horny. I was on birth control to stop myself from ovulating, but I guess maybe it wasn't working, because there was no way in hell that pompous son of an ass was attractive to me.
I looked back at the cash I had ripped into and sighed. I bent and picked them up. This was three hundred bucks. There was no way I was leaving that on the floor. I already had a client cancel on me. I'd just tape it and take it to the bank. They would accept it. He was already an asshole disturbing my life.
I might as well get "paid" for the emotional damage he caused.