CHAPTER ONE
RYO
My gaze narrowed down on my phone when it vibrated again. I always had it on silent because my job was to be seen, not heard, unless my boss, Taro-sama Takahashi, needed me. On the streets, my employer was also known as Wolf, which was what I preferred to use too.
Though, when it came to my job with Wolf, he believed I wasn’t needed as much as I had been since he’d cut back on business.
But I could work for Wolf for the rest of my life if I wished.
Not many knew of how I’d come to work for him. Our families had run in the same circles back in Japan, and we’d been lifelong friends, not that our fathers knew. It was best to keep any friendship away from their prying eyes, so they didn’t have anything to hold over us.
Which came in handy when I turned eighteen and my family sold me to the Takahashi family. Wolf’s father ordered me tobecome Wolf’s personal guard. His life before mine was always rule number one.
Still, I loved my job as his personal guard and assistant.
Wolf had given me a purpose in life and freedom in ways I never would have had with my own family.
Which was why he would always have my loyalty.
Picking up my bowl, I finished my soup for lunch and scowled at my phone again when it vibrated once more.
It had been doing that all morning for the sixth day in a row, and I knew who was to blame for it.
Sighing, I put the dish down and grabbed my phone. I may as well get this over with.
Link:
Morning, beautiful.
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. No one had dared call me beautiful.
Link:
A new day and a new round of messages for the man I’m gonna marry.
Link:
Maybe today you’ll tell me what I’ve done for you to ignore me?
Link:
I’ll buy you flowers, chocolates, a car, a house. Just tell me.
Ever since the meeting Wolf had with this man where my boss decided to relinquish a large percentage of his seedier businesses to become a silent partner with Link Graham, the man had been nothing but annoying.
Well, to me mainly.
I had thought he was attractive, covered in all that ink and without-a-care attitude.
Until he’d somehow gotten my number and decided to hound me.
Link:
Dinner? Tonight? Pretty please.
Link:
I’ll make it worth your while.
