This tattoo is good. It says "until the very end" In long cursive on the left .. clavicle? Shoulder? whatever look at the picture.
"Madison, wake up." I felt someone move me.
I swatted them away, "five more hours." I heard a deep, sexy chuckle. Oh god, that chuckle. It made my insides turn.
"Madison, you have work. It's almost eight." I shot up and looked at the time.
6:30
I socked his shoulder. "You ass." I threw the covers off of me and stormed over to the bathroom to take a shower.
"I had to get you up." He laughed.
"Lying is not a good way to start a morning." I slammed the door. I was about to take off my shirt but looked at the mirror in front of me and I stopped.
"You better not be in my head right now."
I heard him shout from behind the door, "I'm not." I smiled, good.
So I started stripping.
It wasn't much since last night he gave me his shirt and one of my short-shorts. I stepped into the shower and let the water pressure massage my skin and I did my usual morning routine that I would do at home.
I didn't have my clothes in here though so when I was done I kept the towel wrapped around my body and exited.
"Where are my clothes again?" I asked him walking over to my phone to check any messages.
"In those drawers." I looked up to see him point at some in his closet. I walked in and shut the door behind me to change.
Dark jeans, white dress shirt, dark blue sweater vest, a blue blazer, and black heels.
I stepped out while messing with my hair.
"Whoa," I heard. I looked up to see Logan staring at me.
"Interesting isn't it? I think I have that meeting today so the headmaster can reprimand me on my choice of work attire." I said. "This is more professional, right?" I asked decided to just leave my hair in its red, naturally wavy mess.
"You can't wear that." Logan said shaking his head. I hadn't noticed but he had a towel wrapped around his waist. When did he take a shower?
He still talked through the door of the closet as he changed. "I thought we talked about this yesterday, your boss is going to think you dressed up for him."
I thought out loud, "well technically, I did."
I felt his wolf get angry at that, "I'm being professional, Logan." I checked my emails to see that Grayson emailed me. Our meeting is at seven-thirty. I had half on hour. "How about as soon as I get there, I tell him I have a mate and I'm living with him and the boys adore him and so do I."
He stepped out so I grabbed my bag and walked over to him. "but I will have to tell him that he is strangely insecure." I laughed.
He rolled his eyes, "it isn't insecurity, Madison. Something in my gut is telling me to not trust this Grayson guy around you and I didn't build an empire on not listening to it." I stepped into his arms.
I rolled my eyes, and pulled my satchel over my shoulder, "I'm going down stairs." I walked down and to the kitchen. I saw the boys and Rachel there, except Seb of course.
"Go wake him up, we're leaving right now." I said.
I was getting the coffee ready and listening to the boys bickering when Mason came bursting through the door.
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Rightfully Ours
WerewolfShe's an orphan, she has tattoos, she's a natural red head, and her cooking will most likely hiss at you but she's also the parent of five teenage brothers who follow in her troublesome footsteps, two best friends who stand beside her in a jail cell...