“In general, no. But I’ve had a crash course with this one.”
I ordered a rideshare to conserve my energy uncase Iam’s mood is worse than I anticipate. It was enough time to worry about him. It’s weird. The last time I saw him I was pissed and horny. Now. I’m concerned about a being far more powerful than me. Whosavedme?
Why is he a big cat roaring at the door when he’s been almost jovial since we’ve met?
I jump out to find Mr. Beacham waiting outside for me. He’s slim and is about an inch taller than me. He’s neat and attractive with salt and pepper hair, expressive gray eyes, and impeccable taste in clothing.
He’s a bite-sized hottie.
And high strung because he nearly jumps in my arms with Iam growls at my thoughts. I can’t imagine how loud his roar would be for us to hear it outside. It's amusing knowing that he’s in a terrible mood yet he’s still nosy enough to read my thoughts.
“How about you give me the key and I go up alone?”
Gerald scrubs his loafer on the sidewalk as he wrestles between his fear of the beast in the penthouse and not being the kind of man who’d send a woman into possible danger.
“I don’t know-”
“Trust me. I can handle it.” I wiggle my fingers with my palm up until he gives in and hands over the key. “I have a feeling it’s best for everyone if I go at it alone.”
The top floor has an ominous vibe that confuses me further. Darker.
What the hell happened?
Moving down the dark hallway, my frown deepens with each step. It’s like I can feel his foul mood. I slip the key in the lock and am surprised by the lack of resistance. I’d think he’d sealed himself in his own realm or some shit.
I encounter a huge black jungle cat with glowing green eyes. He emits another powerful growl, but it doesn’t faze me. There are scarier things in life like being pregnant with a child who has probably turned itself in a seahorse for the hell of it.
Kicking the door closed, I plant my hands on my hips and stare at him.
“Really? Who shitted in your cereal?”
Go away.
“No.” I answer out loud. “What’s wrong? Do you have reason for scaring your neighbors?”
Go away.
I stare at the big beast. He is a beautiful wild cat, but he’d look better on television. My suspicion is confirmed. Something upset him and despite our brief encounters, I realize I don’t like him being upset. If I can, I’m willing to bring back the overbearing redhead. Maybe it’s the baby, but I've come to accept that this is my life and he’ll be a part of it forever.
“I’m staying. And if you zap me home, I’ll keep coming back until one of us gets tired!”
He snarls, displayinghis sharp teeth but his attempt to intimidate me falls flat. I must have a stubborn side because it seems to be kicking in. I tap his nose and he sneeze.
“Cut it out,” I order with all the authority I can muster.
His massive paws pin me to the door by my shoulders as he stands on his hind legs.
“What are you going to do? Kill me? Who would you aggravate then?” I touch the fur on his head. It’s soft and silky like his red hair.
Why are you here?
“They called me. You’re housing an illegal pet. I came to get it. At least that’s what I told them I’m more concerned with your mood. What’s bothering you?”
He stalks off, sits, crosses one front paw over the other, then rests his head on them as he lies down.
Why do you care?
“That’s what wives do. We care even when you’re an asshole.”
