Attraction at first sight

AIDEN

“Is that all?"

The girl whose name on her tag reads Kate asked. Her eyebrows puckered and a small smile played on her lips. Her brown eyes darted here and there as if she was scared I would pounce on her any moment from now. 

People often had that expression whenever they come close to me. Except for, people that knew how harmless I was. Perhaps, it was my six feet, two inches height or the scowl I often sport on when I noticed girls were throwing suggestive wink my way.

Whichever it was, I didn't care.

What I loathed the most was conducting interviews with any applicants interested in the company for Her welfare because the people I often put in charge most especially, Ellen was too soft and tends to be very sympathetic. Thus, accepting the wrong people.

It had always been like this since I opt-in to take care of the family's business. I was the oldest of five children to my parents, making it a good choice to take the rein of things. Naturally, I was business orientated whereas my other siblings had ventured into something else. 

Kellen and Liam were twins and desired to be a mad scientist much to dad's chagrin because he believed it to be worthless for a person from the aristocratic family. Whereas Sparkles, the last daughter and child had gone into modelling. 

Only Ellen, who came after I had stayed close by. At least she had better knowledge of business than the rest of the three.

They all wanted a normal life and hated to be referred to with any titles, likewise I. 

I would rather prefer to be at the Superbowl game that was going on now. Though it was a dangerous place to be in because of the kind of people allowed in, I had always been cautious except for the one time it took the most precious thing in my life away. 

This life is cruel. 

“That's all. A message will be sent to you if you are offered the job."

“Thank you."

I swivelled on the chair I sat on, facing the only source of light in the room as the black-haired beauty left. She reeks and I was glad the interview was over with for I wouldn't last another minute with the perfume she donned on. The food I ate before leaving the house regurgitated in my throat and I had to push it down to avoid barfing all over my office. 

I snatched my phone off the table, then swiped at it. I chuckled as the video I took earlier popped on the screen. 

My princess, my world and darling. 

Her cherub face glowed as she gripped the edge of her crib, her lips a nice shade of pink parted whilst mumbling baby words and a dimple peaked out from both cheeks making her the more adorable. Her eyes, a grey that reminds me of the storm and her. 

Ever since she had left, I had never been the same. Though I had many affairs around, it wasn't like her. My heart and soul would belong to her forever. Heck, it seems dead as I didn't find any of the beauties in the company attractive. 

The only person that wasn't shy to make a move was Claire. She had been bold, despite how over her I was, she didn't back down.

Claire was an Omega and according to the werewolves pack, they were the lowest-ranked. Still, she didn't attempt to conceal how she felt towards me even if came off as coy most of the time. 

There was one time, Ellen and Sparkles had gone one on one with her. The three were strong, however, Ellen was strongest. She had been cautious not to break Claire's bone in the process of the brawl. 

Though they weren't a fan of each other because of the pack, they had to keep up because they work for me and I had often told them to keep their difference aside for when they were in private.

The door opened and an intoxicating scent wafted in. Despite the thousands of girls that had stepped in today, this was different. 

A scintillating aroma of Vanilla and strawberry. My gut churned and desire burned within me due to it. This was weird as I had only been drawn to a mint fragrance all my life which was rare. And the only person I knew that donned on mint was Sienna. 

Sienna, my precious. The only woman that ever understood me. The strongest woman I knew and had ever seen.

I had pledged to cherish and would never take in another woman on her grave, however, it seemed the presence of this creature in my office was battering me for making such a promise. 

This had only happened to me once and it was because I founded my one true love. Yet, feeling this way in the presence of a total stranger was unnerving. 

Even her voice as she greeted was music to my ears and not like anything I had ever heard. Another familiar emotion surged through me as I felt a wave of protectiveness towards the owner of the voice. My heart palpitated, whipping painfully in its ribcage as it urged me to take her far away.

I groaned as she shifted closer which made something snapped in my core. 

“Don't," I muttered, clamping my hands down to hold my leg from swooping on her.  

Seems you've gotten a new companion for yourself!

My subconscious jeered.

My mate?

Was the moon goddess, gifting me a second chance to love again?

Love

My lips curled up in disdain at the thought of it, for love wasn't on my bucket list. Not even at the bottom of the list. 

“What's the colour of your hair?" I grunted as her impatient tapping of feet was beginning to irk me. 

This was the question I often asked most people whenever I wished to discard them. That was what I felt. To discard her for I didn't want whatever her presence was stirring in me. I had vowed on Sienna's grave to love her till I die. 

Still, the presence of this human, at least not the kind I was used to and not the kind that had come in before her because aside from the normal scent she wore, she seems different. 

I couldn't place my finger in how different she was but I knew within me she wasn't the everyday human I see. 

“Blonde and that isn't even an interview ques..."

“We already maxed out on blonde and I don't want another airhead," I said, cutting her off. 

“Excuse you?" She let out an exasperated sigh, perhaps at how I generalized the blonde-haired girls. 

“You know what, I've been having a shitty morning because of trying to arrive here on time. If I had known the person in charge of this company was an idiot and selfish bastard, I wouldn't have bothered!" 

“You are a self-centred, egoistic, pompous man. I don't freaking care if I'm using the same adjective to describe you because that's what you are!" 

Dear me, how could my mate be this insulting? 

Even if she wasn't my mate, she was here for an interview for chrissake, not a rant show. 

She sounded cute at first like a gorgeous damsel waiting for her prince in shining armour to rescue her. Now, she sounded harsh like a filthy old hag that had eaten all her children. 

Turn and take a glimpse at your beloved!

She isn't my beloved! I slammed back because if she was, she would have learnt how to bridle her tongues and never speak to anyone that was above her. Perhaps, she wasn't trained by her parents or she was a dump at birth because of how hideous she looks and later brought up on the street. 

Nonetheless, my curiosity got the best of me and I swirled facing her. 

Her pale complexion made her seems like she detests going out in the sun, her blonde hair was platinum and done in a high ponytail. Her head a nice oval-shaped with an upturned nose that exudes defiance and full kissable lips- coated with pink lipgloss. 

The brown suit she donned on revealed nothing and did nothing to help her slender build. However, I could make out long legs where her skirt stopped. 

She drew herself up to her full height which was absurd, even with the stiletto she wore, she was still five feet, five inches tall.

She was gorgeous and what I found interesting the most was her grey orbs. As she glared, a hurricane of emotion was swirling in it as it latched on mine. 

Her jaw slackened and she shut her eyes whilst jiggling her head. Then snapped it open again. 

“No, this shouldn't be." She shrieked. 

“I told you, you can't run, didn't I?"

Although we hadn't seen each other before, I was sure she had seen my face from somewhere and perhaps her father had spoken to her about me. 

I smirked staring at the horror on her face. She looks like she was about to murder the person that put in this predicament, including me. 

She glared at me fiercely and stalked to the door. She twisted the doorknob violent but it didn't give way as I had locked it the minute my eyes collided with hers. 

She whirled around, “ I'm not marrying you! Get that. Not now, not ever!"

“You can't escape from it!" I chuckled whilst she sent me a dirty look. 

“Open this damn door!"

“Or what?" I hoisted my body off the chair I was on and moved towards her. She shifted backwards with each stride I make. I halted some metres away and stare at her. 

Despite the distance, the jolt of electricity that sizzled in the air couldn't be ignored. Her startled eyes trailed to my face and an intense hunger sifted through me.

Despite how headstrong she was, she seems frightened as I walked towards her. 

“I'll scream rape." She retorted, scowling. 

I tossed my head back as I laughed at her assertion. She seemed like she could do it because of the seriousness of her expression 

However, who would believe her?

No one. Save for the journalists who would want to make money out of it by making disreputable headlines. 

“Everyone knows we are getting married in two weeks." I lied, observing her reactions. It was just like I had envisaged. 

Her grey orbs stilled as it fixated on mine, unblinking. 

“Married?" Her voice echoed a few seconds later, still, she looked stunned.

“Yes." I murmured whilst she searched my face to see if I was bluffing. 

“I'm not getting married to you, you-you sick bastard! I don't want anything to do with you. You can choose from your numerous workers to f*cking wed and even f*ck if you want!" She seethed. Twisting back to the door, she yanked the doorknob with force. 

She swerved back again, huffing as the door didn't give way. “Just open this damn door!"

“Fine, but you can't run anywhere. If I were you, I'll accept my fate since it's the best choice and thing your family has offered you."

Hurt flickered in her eyes for a brief seconds before she concealed it.

“I'm not getting married to you, not now or ever!" She shrieked again. Then darted out of the office. 

I didn't make way to stop her because she needed to process the emotion which I just said. Despite it being a lie, my daughter needs a mother figure and also, every king needs a queen. 

This might be hard because of her stubborn nature, eventually, she would cave in when she saw nowhere to go because I would make sure she wouldn't fly

away from my presence anymore. 

Despite how out of control I always was with my urges, I seemed to be in control of everything. Yet, I knew not for long. If she had stayed another hour here, I would have leapt on her.

Regardless of me marking her now or not, she was mine, sold to me. Even if I had to spank her to remind her which I would happily do if given the chance.