I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

KAT

“What took you so long? Some of us have real jobs to do. If you can’t support us, you shouldn’t be here.”

I set the coffee on Melanie’s table without a word. My jaw had been clenched so long that it ached.

“Wait.”

Of course. This had been Melanie’s game the whole day. Send me off on errands and then find something wrong. It was almost like she’d picked her playbook from a drama.

Turning back, I watched the blonde woman sip her coffee, and then a second later, that mouthful was all over me, dripping from my face and soaking my brand-new, off-the-rack suit.

“What the hell is this?” she screeched, shooting to her feet. “Are you trying to kill me?”

My fists curled. This wasn’t what I signed up for.

“How am I trying to kill you, Miss Lawson?”

“I told you I’m allergic to milk. I asked for an unsweetened black coffee,” Melanie shouted.

“You asked for a latte with two sugars.”

“I heard her ask for black coffee,” the woman in the cubicle next to Melanie said, right on cue. She’d been backing this bitch up all day.

“Then I apologise,” I ground out, fists at my side.

“Do better next time,” Melanie hissed.

I turned on my heel, ignoring the whispers. I’d been hired at the Bureau’s headquarters with the promise that I would be an associate when I qualified. No one else had ever been given that; they had to do a year as trainees first. So why was I being treated like this?

Anger had been burning through me for hours, but I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t undo all my hard work and

cause a scene.

After washing my face and trying to fix my ruined clothes, I walked out of the bathroom. My steps faltered when I saw Mr Watson at the end of the hall, talking to Edward. The man turned to me, likely sensing my presence, and then looked away, walking in the opposite direction. Edward noticed me, and an awkward expression crossed his face before he walked back into the office.

Had the director forgotten his promises to me? Had he really taken credit for solving that case and brought me here to rot?

My fists were still balled when I walked back into the vipers’ den.

“Where have you been? I need these files copied.”

Melanie again.

“Copy your own files.”

I turned to the woman who’d spoken, shocked to see it was the wolf.

“That’s her job-”

“It’s also your job, Melanie. Or have you forgotten that already because the thrill of bullying the new kid has messed with your head?”

I took exception to being called a kid, but the satisfaction that warmed me when I saw Melanie’s cheeks turn red was worth that little disrespect.

Melanie shut her mouth, fury burning in the depths of her blue eyes as she clutched her files to her chest and bumped my shoulder on her way to the copy room. I had no idea what I’d done to bring this level of hatred.

“Thank you,” I said, turning to the woman, but she was already focused on her computer.

I’d learned earlier that her name was Bree, and she had the most senior role in our office. No one messed with her. Being the only one in the room who could tear people apart with her bare hands probably helped.

I’d finally sat at my desk again when a message notification popped up on my screen. It was an unfamiliar number. My hand trembled when I saw who it was, and heat crawled up my neck. The memories from that morning that I’d tried to suppress flashed back in my head.

I’d need time to deal with that embarrassment. It was a good thing he was going away.

So after work and my night classes, I slipped into my empty apartment and headed straight for the bedroom. I paused mid-step when I saw the new couch and caught the faint smell of cleaning products. Hunter had really done it. Though he’d agreed, I hadn’t expected him to follow the rules so easily.

The knot of anger that had been tightening in my stomach all day loosened a little, but not enough. I still wanted to punch something. Less than half an hour later, I peeled out of the secure parking lot across the street on my bike and headed downtown.

I’d stumbled on the little gym in Stockport by accident. I’d been homeless, hungry, and an easy target. Malcolm Leighton saved me from a gang all by himself and took me in. He gave me the confidence to step out and go after what I wanted. He’d saved my life in more ways than he’d ever know.

The gym was quiet because Mal had already closed for the day. I used my key to let myself in and dropped my gym bag and helmet on the floor. Mal was already warming up on the wrestling mats at the far end of the

gym.

Shucking my boots and jacket off, I rolled my neck as I walked towards him.

“What’s crawled up your ass?” Mal grunted.

“My boss is trying to screw me over, so the vultures think it’s okay to fuck with me,” I growled, joining him on

the mat to stretch my limbs. “I swear, I’m going to punch one of them in the face.”

“I taught you this for self-defence, not to get yourself arrested for assault,” Mal said, still calm as he went through his sets.

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