Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 39

　　I had just walked back to my desk from making a coffee. Sitting down, I seen my phone buzz and light up. I checked it and it was a message from Tom telling me to meet him in the carpark, where I used to park. I quickly replied and told him I would be out soon. I did think it was a little strange, that he wanted to meet me where there were no cameras. I know Theo and Tobias are hiding something and I was determined to find out what exactly that was.

　　Looking up toward both their offices, the doors were still shut. Surely, I could zip out really quick and them not notice, though I still had my doubts. Their hearing was extremely good, and I knew if I used the elevator, the dinging noise it made would alert them to me leaving.

　　Getting up, I slipped my heels off so they wouldn’t hear them on the marble floors, clutching them in my hand. I all but ran on my tippy toes to the fire escape, closing the door as gently as possible behind me. I waited to hear if I could hear any movement or their office doors opening.

　　When I was sure, I was in the clear. I ran down the flights of stairs to the foyer. Before opening the door, I sat on the bottom step and put my shoes on, walking into the foyer and toward the doors that lead toward the carpark. I opened them and started running up the ramps towards my usual parking space.

　　When I got to the top carpark, Tom was standing against the barrier, that stops people from driving off the roof. He waved when he seen me and glanced around. I thought it was odd that he was so paranoid.

　　“Where are they?” he asked looking down the ramp.

　　“Still in their offices. What’s going on, Tom? Why the sneaking around?”

　　He looked nervous and loosened the collar of his shirt. I had never seen Tom so worried and awkward before.

　　“How well do you know Tobias and Theo?” he asked. I thought it was a strange question to ask. I thought for a second, I am fairly sure I knew there darkest secret not that I could voice that to Tom. But the way he was looking at me I had a feeling he knew.

　　“I know them well enough Tom, what is this about. You told me to let them help me and now you’re freaking out.”

　　“That was before I knew you were their Mate.” That word again, and Tom obviously knows what they are. I took a step back, this conversation I knew I wasn’t going to like.

　　“What are you getting at, Tom?” I nervously glanced down the ramp, now paranoid myself they were going to jump out at us.

　　“Tobias is a werewolf Imogen and Theo.”

　　I cut him off. “I know what they are, Tom,” I said simply. Tom’s eyebrows raised, a look of confusion on his face.

　　“They told you and you aren’t running for the hills?” He looked at me like I was mad.

　　“Well, it doesn’t change who they are, Tom. They are still good people.”

　　“Good people, Imogen? They aren’t even human,” he all but yelled.

　　“Shh keep it down, stop freaking out.”

　　“Do you have any idea the danger you are in when they try to mark you? Do you have any idea the sacrifice you will have to make?” Now I was confused. Sacrifice? What sacrifice?

　　Tom seeing the look on my face looked like he was about to pass out or throw up. I wasn’t sure, but all the colour drained from his face. He suddenly stepped forward and swept my hair to the side.

　　“Shit, I am too late; I can’t believe you let them mark you. You need to get out of here Imogen before the bond kicks in completely.” I pushed his hand away.

　　“How do you know so much? What you’re saying isn’t making any sense. Why would I run?”

　　Tom ran a hand over his balding head and loosened his shirt collar more, sweat was starting to bead on his brow. He looked panicked.

　　“My family has worked for them for generations. Don’t you think it’s weird that no one knows who owns this company? No one has any photos of them. No matter how big this company has grown and become recognised, it’s because my family covers up for them, have for generations. My father did, his father and so on. We are bound to them from some old treaty as far as the public know the owners want to remain anonymous. But if you check the filing and all social media accounts, you never see photos of them. People would ask questions. People would find out what they are. So, every generation, and even my future generations will keep them covered. They move the company every few decades and come in as the grandson or sons to run it and my family follows and makes sure they go unnoticed to the public. That’s how I know what they are.”

　　“But what’s that got to do with me? I haven’t got anything to do with it.”