Sam looked up from his desk, in the office of his club, when the telltale signs of an incoming message snagged his attention. He was in the middle of writing a e-mail to his team, informing them in no uncertain terms that he would be paying no more than 30 cannel per barrel as opposed to their 'suggestion' of 40 and was ignoring the impatient tutting sounds of his junior, waiting on his reply, was making. He dismissed his junior before taking envelope taking out to his desk. He snatched pen from penholder before writing on his desk and set the entire place ablaze.
He stared down at the heavy parchment envelope in his hand, feeling the quality of it beneath the pads of his fingers. Two things about it immediately caught his attention, the handwriting, a beautiful flowing script that he didn't recognise and the scent that clung to the paper. He could smell the usual faint burnt paper scent but underneath there was something else, a faint scent that l
Sam was lost for words when his mate's tears fell away. His mate skin is white. No, they were definitely white, whiter than pure snow. His hair shone so brightly he could barely look at it but could not force himself to look away. He thought Ash had been beautiful with the dark hair but he was... absolute, stunning perfection with the bright white hair. He couldn't help but reach out and wrap one of hid ringlets around his finger, wanting to know if it felt like hair or metal or ice. Now his eyebrows made sense. "Beautiful" he murmured, staring into Ash eyes."My name is Ash," he said, refusing to remove his hand from Sam face, Ash couldn't force himself to move a muscle, terrified that if he released him, he would disappear. Ash inspected every inch of him, his eyes darting back to Sam black hair again and again. It reminded him of a ray of sun. "I..." he tried to sit up, while still keeping one hand glued to Sam face, fighting against the tight corset that bou
"I am so sorry, Ash, if I had known you were out there looking for me, I would have come and found you," Sam said, tilting his head so she could snuggle Ash head into his neck. Sam stroked the tips of his fingers down the back of the rustling material of his dress, wanting to comfort her. "For what it's worth, I think the company did us both a favour. I can't promise that life with me will be as it was in past but I promise to dedicate my life to making you as happy as I possibly can. Maybe one day we can convince the other's to help you with your company" he whispered."I doubt they would do that now," Ash said, pressing hid nose to his Alpha's scent glands and inhaling deeply, marvelling at the way he smelt like the home Ash had always thought his home in the forested slopes of his mountain had been. "I threw a tantrum before I left and might have done something that I can't take back," Ash said, biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud.
It’s been about a week since Adom star working with Alexander and Alexander overheard the employees chatting to her friend about how cute she thought Adom was. At the time, he felt proud that finally there was someone who saw how utterly gorgeous Adom was. But now, he’s annoyed as he watches the many girl blatantly flirt with Adom. Even giving him his favourite drink. How did she even know that was his favorite Alexander thought to himself.It’s been about a two years since they have made it official and there aren't many people on company who don’t know Adom was taken, except maybe this girl.Neither of them saw Alexander standing near the entrance of the Adom office. Adom was supposed to be waiting for him so they could work together. Alexander continues to watch as the girl puts her hand on Adom's arm. Before he can even think Alexander is storming across the office. Next thing he knows he is drag
It’s already cold out by the time, Adom manages to escape from his office. He doesn’t know why he still manages to stay late when it’s the interns that should be doing half of his work now. He thought once he got a permanent position at his job, and then got promoted he would go home right on time like all his other seniors. Guess he didn’t account for the fact that unlike his seniors he hated piling his work on the desk of his interns. He was just like them only three years ago. Struggling to find stability in the world, almost killing himself working through the stress. So he goes home late instead, every single day.He’s supposed to catch the train but he’s so tired he can barely manage the short walk to the train station. His mind wanders, shivering through the cold permeating his suit, as he takes a look around the streets on his way. Usually he hangs his head low and walks to the train station with little to no concern for his surroun
Adom sighs, unbuttoning his suit jacket to be more comfortable. He spots a small bar on the opposite side of the street, right before he’s about to head into the train station and contemplates going in for a drink. His brows crease, he’s too exhausted for even that and he knows it. He heads home instead. It happens on an unassuming Thursday. Adom wakes up in the morning and he has a headache. He can tell it’s going to be a long day so he showers quickly and takes an aspirin before rushing to work. He had woken up late so he misses his usual train. His stomach grumbles all the way because he had missed breakfast and his hair is still a little damp as he rests it against the train window. His boss looks cross as soon as he steps off the elevator and into his office floor. Everyone else is already doing work, their eyes daring not to glance at Adom. His boss flicks his head in th
Adom boss seems to have sensed his determination because he finally cracks a small smile, “Fine, but this is your last warning. Please arrive to work on time, otherwise it will set a bad precedent for your juniors,” he gestures to the door behind Adom, his cue to leave.“Of course, thank you,” Adom replies before he speeds out of the office. He doesn’t stop until he’s inside his own small office and has his back against his closed door. He bangs his head back, and finally lets out that sigh he’s been holding in all morning. Today really isn’t his day. Someone knocks on his door, startling him out of his misery. He steps back to open the door, seeing one of his juniors looking at him while holding a cup of coffee. “Bad morning?” They say, extending the mug towards Adom to take. Adom opens his mouth, not really knowing what to say before he decides to just accept the smal
Adom stays later than usual trying to finish up as much as possible. There’s no one left by the time he packs it in for the night. The office feels eerie with most of its lights off, no sounds of typing or talking echoing throughout the space. If Adom were a lesser man he would have run towards the elevator. Instead he just walks as fast as possible. He huffs in relief once inside then catches sight of himself in the reflective mirrors and laughs at his foolish behavior.He slips out his phone and starts playing a game to pass the time. His floor is pretty high up since the broadcasting division takes up most of the upper levels. He doesn’t stop playing as he gets to the ground floor, having memorized his office building by heart.It’s not as cold out tonight, spring winds rustling the trees above him as he walks to the train station. He tries to keep himself occupied on his game but his thou
It’s only a Thursday but the bar is more packed than Adom had anticipated. He looks around and feels out of place in his grey suit. Everyone else is dressed pretty casually, he checks the watch on his wrist and sees that it’s close to midnight. The music is pretty loud but the chatter of the people inside the bar is even louder. He almost drags himself back out before he spots the bartender handing out drinks at the counter and changes his mind. He really needs that drink. Adom steps into the throng of people bustling about, trying to squeeze himself into cracks he finds between bodies so he doesn’t have to really touch anyone. The only good thing so far happens to be the small air diffusers all around the small bar that are doing a great job of keeping everyone’s scents at bay. Adom has an especially sensitive nose so he appreciates it. He finds a vacant stool by the counter and takes it. He raises