Page 8 of Her Bossy Wolf Protector

I grab more tissues and clean myself off; then, I wrap it all up in another tissue before discarding them.

I tuck my cock back in my pants, zip myself up and walk over to the sink to wash my hands.

Then I buckle my belt and put my coat back on. This was a one-time thing, and now that I have gotten it out of my system, I can put myself back together.

I take a deep breath. I am cool and collected. I pick up my car keys from my desk.

I walk over to my door and unlock it before walking outside. My assistant is in the middle of a call but hangs up as soon as she sees me.

“Yes, sir?”

“Can you get me the employee file for Jade Easton? Have it sent to my house and forward all my calls there. I will be working from home for the rest of the day.”

“Okay, sir. But you had a meeting with—”

“Cancel it.” I am not in the right space to be around anyone. “Oh, and one more thing, when did you and Jade reschedule our next meeting?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay, great! Wait until one hour before the set time and cancel it too. Tell her that I had an emergency meeting come up. I don’t want to meet with her until I fully review her file.”

There is a look of slight panic on her face, and I can see that she’s worried about the new hire and whether there is a need to be alarmed. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be worried about. I just need to be thorough in my review of new employees.”

I watch as her pupils return to their normal size, and her breathing slows. She is convinced and calm now. “Okay, sir. I will have that sent to you immediately.”

“Thank you, Lily.”

I can feel her eyes on me as I walk away.

I’m driving my Lexus towards home just outside the city. Thanks to the never-ending traffic, I’m not a fan of driving in New York, but I can’t bring myself to hail a cab or call an Uber. Occasionally, I will use Uber, but deep down, I prefer to have control over my own safety.

After what feels like an eternity on the road, I finally arrive home. I park my car and enter through the garage.

My son, Liam, is sitting at the table with Mariya.

Mariya is a striking woman, with flowing chestnut hair that cascades over her shoulders in soft waves. Her emerald green eyes sparkle with warmth and kindness, and her smile is captivating. Her olive skin gives her a radiant, healthy glow, and she has a slim, graceful figure that turns heads wherever she goes. Unfortunately for them, Mariya has never shown any interest in dating.

I am unsure if she had her heart broken like me or was just never interested in people romantically. This was none of my business, though. She is my friend and only shares what she wants with me, so I don’t press.

As I approach, Mariya and Liam seem to be in the middle of painting.

“Hey guys,” I greet them, ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Good afternoon, Gabe.”

“What are you guys up to?” I ask, looking at his paint-splattered fingers.

“Mariya is teaching me about oil paints and water paints. Want to join?”

“Sure thing, buddy. I just need a quick shower, then you can tell me all about it.”

Liam’s face lights up with excitement, nodding eagerly.

With that, I make my way to my bedroom. I undress and step into the shower, hoping the warm water will ease the tension I’ve built up from worrying.

I need to wash away this morning.

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