Page 13 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

After catching up with my sister and saying goodbye to Annie, I'm back in my car, driving away. I can't help thinking about what she said. There was no sadness when she mentioned her mom, which I'm glad about, but I can't help feeling like she deserves so much better. Hell, she's a great kid and deserves it all. A mom who cared enough to stick around should be the bare minimum.

When Carmela announced she was taking a new role overseas, I think she expected me to fight for her. But the truth is, our relationship was long since over. She should have fought to stay with her daughter. I only ever wanted them to have a relationship. In the end, her decision worked out better for me and Annie.

I don't miss Carmela, either. I should have listened to my shifter friends who warned me about getting involved with a witch. I thought we were kindred spirits to start with, both lone wolves in our own way. But I soon learned that her lifestyle was simply down to selfishness.

I’ve always yearned to belong. I just haven't found that feeling of contentment yet. On the other hand, Carmela is a free spirit who will never be tamed, even by the love of her family.

Damn, if she isn't sexy, though.

An alert on my dashboard flashes to tell me I've missed a call from Jonah. He must have called when I was droppingAnnie off. I press the button on the screen and listen to the voicemail.

“Please tell me you're free, man. I need a party. Thinking of heading into the city.”

I do nothing for a moment, my head a swamp of thoughts involving Carmela and Annie's words before I left. I feel pissed off and conflicted.

The next moment, I'm calling my pilot and having him prepare the jet I keep at the local airfield. Then, I call Jonah back.

"I have a better idea," I say as soon as the line connects. "Meet me at the jet."

Jonah whoops. "Alright, now we're talking. What's the plan?"

"Our standing booth at Hakkasan and my penthouse at the Bellagio are waiting.”

"Thank God," Jonah sighs. "The mountains are almost starting to grow on me, but my God, I need Vegas."

"You deserve Vegas," I say seriously. "You've been handling some heavy lifting to get Brite Corp to where I want it to be. Let's go celebrate that everything's lining up."

"Yes, sir!" Jonah exclaims. I can hear rustling in the background and smile, knowing he's already throwing things in a bag. He's so up for this trip, he'll probably be at the jet with a drink in his hand before I get there.

Before too long, we touch down in Vegas, ready to go. I showered and changed on the jet, and my pilot has arranged for our things to be taken to the penthouse. Jonah and I must have done this trip a hundred times, so we know the drill. I used to thinkIwas the king of Vegas—or at least the latest king—but that was before I met Jonah. The guy knows everyone. He may not run companies like I do or look to build a global business empire, but he builds connections like no one else I know.Everyone loves him, and he either loves them back or has dirt on them. Sometimes both.

As I listen to him list the places we're going to hit up tonight and the people he's already called ahead, I shake my head in wonder. I'm a hedonist, but I don't think even I do excess like Jonah. Still, it suits him. And it's precisely what I need tonight.

After checking with my sister that Annie is settled in, I’m able to shake off thoughts about Carmela. But that still leaves me with one female who’s always on my mind at the moment.

Saffy.

I seriously overplayed my hand in the office this week. I acted like a jealous cub over that other intern. I just saw red when I watched the other male crowding her and acted before thinking about the optics.

Jonah was ribbing me about it all the way to Vegas. Apparently, he even made a point of introducing himself to Saffy so he could see what the fuss was about. After he started agreeing she was hot enough to bang, I had to warn him to shut the fuck up—this wasn't going to be one of the times we could share. He took the hint pretty quickly. After all, we’re in Vegas, and he’ll have no shortage of fun tonight.

“Mr. Matherson," the hostess at my favorite restaurant greets us, leaning in to kiss my cheek as though we're old friends. "It's been too long."

I have a feeling either Jonah or I have slept with this woman at some point, but I can't be sure so I opt to play it friendly. "It really has. You look stunning, as always. Is our table ready?"

The woman blushes, obviously happy with my response, and she laughs. "Your table is always ready for you."

I already know as much, but I'd never want to come across as a dick. I place my hand on my chest as thanks and lether lead the way. As we take our seats overlooking the Bellagio fountains, Jonah cheers as the display begins with perfect timing. The champagne pops.

"This was the best idea, Cole," he says as we toast.

Several tables have already noticed our arrival, and the usual dance begins over dinner. Jonah has bottles sent to various tables full of either clients or beautiful women. His enthusiasm is infectious, and by the time we reach the club, we're in our usual whirlwind of drinks, friends we haven't seen in a while, beautiful women, and excess.

Within moments of arriving, Jonah has his tongue down some model's throat as she grinds against him. I can't help but be a little bit envious. I'm torn between wanting to pick one of these beautiful women to fuck senseless—to fuck all thoughts of Saffy away and just have some fun—and knowing it won't work.

None of these women have the pull that Saffy does, and she's all I'm interested in now. Sure, these other women would give me a good time—they always do—but what's the point? They won't be able to satisfy me like I know Saffy could. My cock is rock-hard just thinking about the ways I want her to satisfy me. I groan as I consider how earlier, I'd actually thought letting off some steam in Vegas would distract me from thinking about her. And now, I'm only thinking about her more.

I accept another drink from the waitress and sit back, watching Jonah have all the fun for now. I promised him a night of celebration, and I've no doubt my penthouse will be packed with naked women in a couple of hours. I'll never admit to him that there's only one particular redhead I want tonight.

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