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He was my bodyguard, after all. Why the fuck was he coming and going? What other commitment did he have that didn't revolve around me?
Okay, maybe I was just a bit jealous because I worried that he was potentially seeing someone during work hours. I mean, it wasn't something to completely discard in the list of possibilities, especially since he came back from Russia, where he surely had plenty of connections.
Connections with plenty of women who could spark something interesting.
The thought made me grit my teeth in anger before the lights in the washroom began to flicker on and off. Rolling my eyes, I slowly got off my knees and decided to magically change my entire outfit.
I normally didn't like using my magic to do common deeds, but today was just one of those fucked-up days when I needed a damn break.
I'm not pregnant, Bria.
That was a definite no. I knew from puberty age that I wouldn't be able to conceive as easily as humans or other wolf shifters. My first "suicide-turned-murder" attempt had done a number on my body, which included my vital organs, like my uterus. But with the help of magic, it was restored without too much scar tissue.
The involvement of magic aiding in the reconstruction process meant no periods -thank fucking goodness cause no one got time for that -but it also made it even harder to get pregnant.
Regardless of the almost impossible chance, I'd let Aurelia place a semi-permanent spell on me a few months after we officially became friends. It was more of a defense protocol because I knew what our world of male domination was all about, and if I was going to be "forced" into the act, I would protect myself from being dropped into the sad circumstance of getting pregnant.
"For a brief moment, my excitement was unmeasurable,"Bria admitted.
I didn't comment right away as I walked to the mirror to see my pale face. With a calming breath, I ensured my new dress fitted me perfectly - the halter neck, backless ensemble hugging my body.
Matching the dress with black, red bottom heels and Cartier gold jewelry that was very minimal, my look today was extremely classy for the potential meetings I could have in the new office.
Where I'd just enjoyed vomiting in the private washroom of fine gold and baby pink.
Thankfully I was merely here at the new location to test the atmosphere and confirm whether it fit my vibe. The combination of gold and pink definitely emphasized my girly side, but there was a mixture of turquoise and teal glass and white marble to add to the combination, bringing out a unique style for an office.
The emphasis of gold and marble on the furniture and desks was further accented with various objects of pastel pink, teal, turquoise, and gold appliances to emphasize the "I can afford shit" vibe that was going on here.
I had to admit, the bathroom aesthetic was even better than the office and was giving me some damn ideas as to how I'd redecorate my place if I ever went back to it. The poor suite was collecting dust at this point with Viktor and Onyx checking on it occasionally.
Chances were, Onyx and maybe even Neo were checking my damn place more than Viktor.
Ugh. Don't bother thinking about it.
After shaking my head, I rinsed my mouth and was thankful for the miniature-sized essentials in the cabinets, which included mouthwash. Once my breath didn't taste or smell like this morning's breakfast sandwich, I absorbed what Bria had said.
Do you want kids, Bria?
"The thought of little pups intrigues me,"she admitted."Little minions.”
I actually snickered at her statement while shaking my head.
Bria, children aren't supposed to be a minion army of chaos.
"Hmm? Why? What else are they good for?"
Now that was fucking hilarious.
Though I still felt shitty as hell, I had to laugh at that before I decided to briefly touch up my makeup. I was far too pale, and though I normally didn't go very heavy on the makeup, today was going to be one of those rare occasions where I used more foundation and concealer.
You're supposed to raise them. You know, from baby to adulthood. And watch them grow so one day when you get old and grey, they'll love you in return and take care of you if you need it.
"Sounds troublesome,"she huffed as she sat down near the surface and began grooming herself."No one took care of you. Why do you have to take care of them?"
Her question made me look in the mirror as she pointed out a valid reality.
I couldn't recall my mom's image, and I could only blame that on Papa Dearest. As for him, I was led to believe the woman chained in the dungeon was my weak mother, and he was a shitty parent if there was a scale worthy enough to emphasize what a horrible person he was.
