Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

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Briar was up before her alarm; she was dressed and putting makeup on in the bathroom. She

looked tired. I plopped down on the toilet to pee before she could step out. She just shrugged

and went back to darkly lining her eyes and ignored my complete lack of caring. I yawned,

getting up and taking care of the obvious.

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” I asked. She looked down and admittedly shook her head no. I

squeezed her shoulder. And moved to the kitchen in search of food and coffee. There were

muffins! Briar wasn’t far behind me and started coffee. I pushed a muffin at her, and she

pushed it right back. She looked like the idea of eating was going to make her physically sick.

She turned her back to me.

“The nightmares are bad? I asked. She just nodded as she poured us each a cup. I took mine

and dumped some sugar in it, putting a little extra to make it even more awful, just to get a

reaction from her. She didn’t even notice.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing her arm to try to jolt her out of whatever trance she was in. She set her

coffee down and turned to run down the hall and hurl in the toilet. Shit, this was getting bad

fast. I held back her hair and was quiet as she finished, flushed and rinsed out her mouth. She

fixed her makeup in the mirror before she looked at me.

“I’m not sick, it’s just stress, the nightmares are getting worse instead of better,” she informed

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“You know it’s your bond with him doing this, and now you’ve added weakening your bond

with Carter, it’s only going to get worse as long as you keep this up I told her honestly. She

sighed.

“How about we get going? Maybe a change of scenery will help, I don’t want to be a buzz kill,”

she said, trying to change the subject.

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“You’re a wolf Briar, you need to eat. Your wolf is already weakened by what you’re dealing

with. You have to feed your body to keep her strong enough to stay present or she will recede

again,” I told her.

“Let me guess, you know this from experience?”

“I do,” I said, looking her in the eye.”

“Then hopefully my stomach will settle before we get there. My appointment is at 1, so we

have till then to shop and eat, then you can do what you want till I’m done.

“Please, I’m not leaving you alone, it’ll be fun anyway, I love tattoo shops, tons of portfolios

to rummage through and I want to see this artist in action,” I said honestly. I never knew

when I’d get inspiration for my next piece. I wasn’t completely inept; I sold my metal

sculptures of junk I made into art online. I was saving up to take Mazzie on an overdue

vacation. Art was something up to the interpreter; everyone saw something different and

unique to them in something an artist created. It was a form of therapy for me. The act of

creating something takes the thoughts of the past away, when I am creating it’s like a spiritual

quest to become whole again, my wolf relaxes and I feel free, almost like running with her.

It was noon and Briar and I sat at a mom and pop place we had come across and she was

staring at her panini sandwich like it was her enemy. We had managed to do some damage in

the shopping department. Clothes mainly, but Briar seemed to be attracted to some

interesting places. She bought some jewelry from a place that hand–made stuff out of natural

stones, dangly earrings now hung from her lobes, silver feathers with a chain ran up to her

cartilage, where I realized she also had a piercing. She forced a bite into the sandwich.

Apparently, it was palatable enough, or she was hungry enough, because she continued to eat

slowly.

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