55 vouchers Laila leaves in a rush , her dress swishing around her ankles as she flees my presence , into the safety of our home . She's scared of me ... terrified . As she should be . I'm not the kind of man she's used to . I'm not Cameron , or the man from fairytales . I'm the man who's going to ruin her if she even thinks of betraying me . But running won't get her anywhere , not away from me at least . She'll learn that in time . I lean back against the car seat , jaws clenched so tightly , they'd begun to ache . Her scent still radiates all around me and the taste of her lingers on my tongue ... My fingers twitch where they rest on my thigh , and my mind leads me down the path I've warded off since we left the gala . I can still feel the warmth of her small frame pressed up against me , the curve of her body , soft and delectable in all the right places . Her waist fits right into my arms like she was always meant to be right there ... The way her breath caught when I leaned in close , those quiet gasps , almost mewls as I tasted her , and that shuddering breathing ... damn ! In the three years we've been together , I've found myself sinking deeper into this abyss of unreciprocated desire . The mere thought of her has me hard and wanting and hiding out in Thorneville for most of the time has done nothing to relieve it . I hate how much I want her . Crave her . It's not even a conventional craving ... Love ? I'm not a man who believes in such feelings . With Laila , it's desire , fiery and consuming . It's the urge to possess that delicious body , over and over again with reckless abandon , until she begs for me to stop , while her body still begs to be ruined beneath me . It's a primal need , plain and simple . To tame the defiance she hides in her eyes , to teach her tongue to speak nothing but my name . To bury myself so deeply into her warmth , that my name is engraved in her most intimate parts long after we part . So she looks for a glimpse of me in every other man that makes love to her after our contract is up . It's something about her silent defiance , an unspoken rebellion that aggravates me to no ends . It's not even in her words , but in her eyes . In a way I can't even call her out on . The hate shining in those eyes when she looks at me , the rage she suppresses when I do or say something that displeases her like in the car a moment ago . And in the gala carlier ... Her fists were clenched so tightly , I know she was one step away from shoving me . I could smell the blood from how hard she bit her tongue to hold in her retort . Her innocent facade makes me wonder if it's all just in my head , and it gets on my last nerve . Tests every rough blood and sweat limit 14:14 Sat , Oct 11 Chapter 8 Laila ... she's not the simple , sweet woman she pretends to be . At least not entirely . 52 55 vouchers And then , there's her scent ... I've found myself lost in it more times than I'm willing to admit . More times than was ever necessary . Her scent , it's intoxicating . She smells like she should be mine ... but she isn't . Not in the way that matters , not in the way I need her to be . Reaching into my pocket , I retrieve what I had tucked in there earlier . A sheer silk , damp ... and still retaining some warmth . Laila's underwear . I bring it closer to my nose before I can think better of it . It smells of her ... yet like mine , My eyes go closed for a second longer than intended . Damn her ! I'm not done with her . I haven't even begun . Cameron is one thing ... but Laila ? I'll make certain to rip off the facade and reveal everything she hides underneath . And then , I'll satisfy this need of mine ... for however many days and nights in a row it takes to get her out of my system , for good . " Where to , Sir ? " Blake asks as he gets into the car again . He had been standing a short distance away to allow us ... me , the privacy I needed to converse with my wife . He'd seen the aftermath ... he always does . He's the only one who knows what she does to me . She doesn't ... she shouldn't . I shrug casually . " You know where . " An hour later and we arrive at the parking lot of ' Cascade ' . The VIP night club is teeming with life at these hours and Blake and I go around the back to the ' staff - only ' entrance to avoid the chaos at the main entrance , Cascade is one of my earliest businesses . On the surface , it's the most elite nightclub in all of Thorneville . Beneath the surface , it's much more to us shifters . It's where we can truly be ourselves , unleash our primal sides in the company of like minds without restraints . Though Mystic Inc is no longer associated with the nightlife and has transitioned completely into the corporate world , But the money trail flows back to my nightclubs / underground fight dens littered around Thorneville and Ridgeway . The security detail at the door , Greg , inclines his head in greeting . He's a buff rogue I'd saved a few years back from a territory dispute between two rogue factions . He's stuck by my side ever since . " Welcome , Alpha . " I nod in response , heading into the dimly lit hallway . The music is muted in these parts of the club , especially 14:14 Sat , Oct 11 Chapter 8 around my private office and the elevator leading down to the basement level . " Caleb ? " I ask Blake . 52 55 vouchers " He's waiting , in a sense ." Blake replies , handing me a new coat he'd fetched from my office . I left the former with my son , Liam . " In a sense ? " I ask curiously , putting on the coat and securing the button at the front. " I've been told he got bored and hopped into the ring . " He explained . I smirk slightly . My third in command , Caleb has always been an unruly man . With a buzz cut , about a hundred tattoos and an unhealthy obsession for leather , he's an outlaw , through and through . Maybe it's the rogue in him , but he's never understood the meaning of patience . He doesn't even care for it . On the contrary , Blake , my second in command is calm and level headed . An extremely rare trait to find in a rogue . He'd transitioned from the rough preference of a biker to the corporate life of my personal secretary without any difficulties . While many underestimate Blake for his reserved nature , it's known amongst rogues that he was once the fiercest competitor in the ring . He's only ever been defeated in the fight den once . By me . We soon arrive at the private elevator leading down to the basement and Blake pushes the single descent button that will take us directly to the fight den .