Taken By The PlayBear: A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, BBW Romance And Alpha Males, BBW Paranormal Romance) (2 page)

Chapter 3

I saw him. I saw him and I could feel my blood running again through my veins. I felt alive, animated and hopeful. Standing there, in the middle of the woods, with a gun in his hand, he had all I needed!

He could protect me in some ways I could never hope to find in the given situation. I couldn’t care less about my nakedness. I couldn’t care less about what he was about to say. I just threw myself over this man, my savior! Probably he was on some night hunting adventure.

I literally fell at his feet, grabbing them with an unexpected force, stuttering some understandable begging words. He snatched me away from him, looking at me like I was some kind of lunatic. That was probably exactly who I was in that certain moment.

I imagined that it was strange to see a messed up girl, with ripped clothes, crying and screaming, grabbing you by the foot…. But that was me, and I wanted him to help me badly.

“Help…the wolf, he…he’s crazy, help, he’s going to get me, you’re my hope, don’t leave me” and that’s all I managed to say… I wasn’t looking but in his eyes, and I did notice that he was handsome.

I managed to say only a few things but I knew that my eyes were the window of my soul, and my soul was then broken into a thousand little pieces.

The hunter almost yelled at me when he replied, “Woman, I don’t care about what just happened to you. I prefer minding my own business if you are okay with that…”

I couldn`t believe it! In an instant, everything collapsed. I could only feel how my blood was leaving my body again, how I wiped into the ground and I could feel the sky falling over me.

Everything was shutting down. He took everything away from me with only one phrase. I closed my eyes because they were burning, my tears felt like they were thick, hot blood, hurting my eyes with every single drop.

I was looking at him and I could feel that he understood what my disfigured face did for me more than I could do with words…

My body couldn’t take it any further and I recall how the forest’s light slowly disappeared. I fainted, losing all the power I had to arrive there.

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I remember waking up that morning, or, at least I thought it was morning. It was probably the best awakening I ever had. Despite the terrible night I had, the next day’s experience compensated all.

I was in this huge room, with big, illuminated window, in an enormous bed with silk sheets. The blanket I was covered in was probably made of Egyptian cotton, with some custom-made stitching that stated “House of Barlow”.

Of course, my mind was already going crazy with romance ideas, but the last time I had romantic scenarios in mind, it didn’t went that well. It was only when I looked through the big windows that I noticed it was already dark outside. I was so exhausted. I probably slept more than 20 hours.

I didn’t have the time to take a closer look to this expensive room I was in, because someone knocked at the door. I didn’t have the time to answer, or to cover myself since I was naked, as he was already entering.

“Ready to go home now?”

It was him. The man I begged to save me. He did save me. He was my savior, my hope. And he was looking amazing.

“Thank you so much, thanks to you I can say that I was born a second time!”

“Do not jump into conclusions, my dear. You fainted’ I couldn`t just leave you there!” he said, and the coldness of his words hit me in the heart. He kept a strange distance. I wasn’t expecting him to hug me but I was hoping for some compassion from his part.

I was supposing that he wasn’t used to meeting wounded, scared women in the woods every day. But he seemed very accustomed to that, like he was bringing girls at home with him after some dramatic experience on a daily basis.

“Well, please get dressed tomorrow morning and get out of here…I have some important matters to take care of today. Oh and do yourself a favor and keep your story about whatever dramatic thing had happened to you for yourself. I am not interested and as a matter of fact, I really don’t care. Goodbye.”

He didn’t even look at me when saying all those rude things. His eyes were staring into the ground, like he was saying some kind of poetry. I was amazed by his attitude. What? If I had not fainted, he would just leave me there?

Oh, I was so angry! I felt humiliated and I couldn’t figure out why! What had I done to deserve this hostile behavior? His handsomeness just faded in front of his rude words.

I couldn’t care less about the amount of money he had, or about that huge mansion I was in. I just wanted to go home. Right then, in that moment.

I got out of the room naked, not knowing where he was, trying to find him and tell him what I was made of. If he was man enough, he would have helped me until the very end, and he wouldn’t have told me some stupid words, leaving me there to sleep through the next morning.

First, there was this narrow corridor with paintings on the walls. Images of Barlow the 1
st
, the 2
nd
and a Lady Barlow appeared in front of my eyes. They were surely a rich family, with a strong legacy. He was Barlow the 3
rd
, as I was expecting, he owned the mansion and he was extremely rich.

That could explain his behavior, I thought. Very rich men have a tendency to behave strangely. I knew two rich guys in only two days and one of them was a wolf trying to impregnate me, and the other was kicking me out after he had constrainedly saved me.

I felt like I had enough rich men for a lifetime, so I’d better go back to sleep and get home. As I was getting towards the room I woke up in, I overheard a conversation that was coming out of a room from the back of the lobby.

There were whispers, and moaning, and it appeared to me like two people were ready to make love.

I had always been extremely noisy and curios so I just couldn’t walk away without taking a look at what was happening, taking advantage of the lucky event in which the door was slightly opened.

I turned back and on my tiptoe, I reached the door’s crack. I could see everything, because the bed was right in front of the door. I was holding my breath, waiting to see who was there and above all, what were they doing.

I saw the man, Barlow the 3
rd
, walking naked through the room, showing his sculpted figure and his appetizing virility. After the way that he revealed himself to me, I couldn’t imagine this man being intimate with a girl, never the less making love in a tender way.

The lights in the room were ruby red, making him look like an actor for adult movies. His skin was glowing like he had oiled it, leaving sight for his beautiful muscles and his powerful figure. His hair was dark, and slightly longer than I was used to seeing in men, creating a savage overall look.

He had some curls, which were playing on his forehead, transforming him into this childish man, an intriguing mix between a young boy and a dizzyingly sexy adult.

A woman was showing up, grabbing him by his waist, and kissing every single part of his body. She was calling him Peter, and she was caressing him in a lovingly way.

I was so curios that I didn’t think for a second to leave. I wanted to know what would happen next. Would he treat her rudely, as I saw he could do, or would he make love to her in a tenderly manner? I had to have my answers!

She was tall, blonde and gorgeous. Nothing like me… She had a slim figure, without curves, being perfectly lean…Her breasts were full and firm, and her arms had a certain grace. She was playing with him with ballerina movements…coming up and down, making her fingers appear like feathers.

He was taking her head into his palms and he was kissing her with thirst while he was telling her, “I love you”.

I felt instantly jealous. Not only because he treated me like hell, but because he was handsome and I saw that he knew how to love. Why wasn’t I so lucky to have a man like him? Why had I attracted his repulsion, while other women got his full attention?

Because she was beautiful and thin, I thought and my thoughts were driven away by their actual intercourse… He was taking her in his arms, laying her on the bed with care and passion, being careful not to hurt her in any way.

A rose was standing on the nightstand, he took the rose and he started moving it across her body, causing her pleasures that even I could feel. My heart was beating in the same rhythm that hers did, wishing I was there, in her place.

He started making love to her, gentle, slowly, asking her all the time if she liked it, if what he was doing to her was okay… she couldn’t reply, she only moaned, letting him know that he was the best at it!

My body was trembling and my senses were all awaken by that scene. At some point, he penetrated her real hard, making her scream of pleasure. I sensed that. I sensed it so hard that even I had moaned myself.

A short moan, but loud enough for them to realize that someone must be watching them. They stopped, and I ran into my room, thinking about all that happened.

I was almost forgetting the awful experience. I was more intrigued by this man’s behavior and why it had such an impact over me.

I went to bed that night, trying to find some answers while a powerful feeling of frustration was taking over me. I had never felt inferior, like I did then.

In front of that gorgeous woman, I was nothing but a fat, disgusting thing. I used to conquer men, no one resisted me before, but this one…this one was just unmoved by the kind of girl that I was.

I decided that night that I hated him. Hating him was a must! This feeling would help me get over it, and regain my self-esteem.

Chapter 4

I went home the next morning, surely accompanied not by him, because he was probably still sleeping after a crazy sex night, but by his employees, who were kind enough to take me back with one of his cars.

I was trying to get some answers from them, but they were well-trained…none of them said a word, despite my desperate attempts to find out who she was, but more than that…who he was!

The next week was long and I was constantly tormented by this episode of my life. Every night, I had nightmares. I had to call friends over because I couldn’t sleep alone, and it was awful not having the possibility of sharing this event with anyone near me.

Who would have believed that I met a werewolf? And that the werewolf was incredibly handsome and rich and he was driving a convertible. Everyone would have thought of me like I was some crazy person.

I couldn’t mention anything to Sophie either, because she was still under the spell of her beautiful wedding. Spoiling her memories with a tale about their friend Paul wasn’t one of my options.

So I had to fake it. I had to invent things. I had to hide my feelings and face them in the few times that I spent alone.

I couldn’t think about him that much, about Barlow. I was trying to get over his behavior because I was afraid that reliving that episode in my mind over and over again would only make things worse for me.

It was about time to have my disappointments, but his way of doing it was so strange and didn’t suit the type of girl I was. I didn’t want to create more complexes for me, given the fact that there was a chance of feeling down because of him.

His handsomeness hypnotized me, and every time I went out, even for little things like grocery shopping, I had the impression of seeing him somewhere, confusing him with other guys.

I promised myself that whenever I felt the need to think of him, I would think why I hated him in the first place.

And yes, thinking of him was a need, because his memory was feeding me with pleasure and pain, which is the queen of pleasures.

I thanked God for my new job. Considering how messed up my life was, the new job had come in like a breath of fresh air. New place, new people, new ideas…it was amazing!

The smell of the first coffee in my career path was incredibly delicious and it kind of cleared my head.

I chose for this first day as a secretary the most elegant dress I had in my wardrobe. A black dress, with a zip on its back, matched with some high heels and a messy bun. Perfect combination for a secretary!

For a boost of self-confidence, I added some more make up to my routine, creating a clean look with winged eyeliner and some red lips.

I got there before my boss did. The building was impressive, and I was noticing it since the time of my interview, and my office? Oh my office was great. I felt really important, being the right hand of my boss was the best opportunity I had in years.

Everyone, on my way to my office, which was on the 10
th
floor, was smiling at me and wishing me luck as they knew I was new in the building.

Oh it was so good to have my self-esteem back. I was sure that I didn’t need much to forget and move on, and I had great expectations from this new chapter in my life.

On my way to the office, I stopped to get my boss’ coffee. The girl from the Human Resources team had told me that this was the habit, so I complied. I put it on his desk, looking forward to finally meet him. I was imagining an old man, because nobody young could have such an empire.

He walked in while I was still making acquaintance with my colleagues. It was part of the process so I had to complete all the steps.

When I got back to my office, a powerful voice called me in.

“Stephanie, come here,” he said out loud.

It was the boss. His voice sounded familiar, but I chased away the thought of trying to remember where I had heard it before, so I walked into his office with this large smile that I had on my face from the beginning of that day.

The smile faded instantly when I saw that my boss was no other than Barlow. I was quickly frozen in the doorframe, I couldn’t believe my eyes and I couldn`t believe life. How ironic was it?

I, trying so hard to overcome the bad things that had happened, and I were facing him again. Damn you tricky life, I was just pulling myself together when you decided I should play another of your games.

“Come on, don’t just stand there, and take this shitty coffee out of my sight. I don’t drink whatever milky chocolaty bullshit you brought. I only drink black coffee and you’ll have to remember that. Now get out of my office, we’ve started on the wrong foot,” he shouted.

I felt the need to sit, so I hurried back to my office and I slammed on the chair. With a lost sight, I tried to figure out what just happened. But it was already clear. It was him; my worst nightmare was my boss.

He was acting like he didn’t know me, keeping that rude attitude that I already knew. I was looking for an answer while I already had one… I had to deal with this situation… If life put me through it, there was no doubt that there was some reason.

I strengthened myself and I decided to just let it be and see what would happen. What possibly other option did I have? To quit and accept my defeat?

And about what defeat was I talking about? He was a handsome man who didn’t like me… no big deal! Probably he wouldn’t have been the last one… 

One of my colleagues had mentioned that our boss was “a little difficult to deal with”, but I could have told her so much more about him. I felt like I knew him better that anybody else… In fact, I was the one seeing him making love, wasn’t I?

I grabbed my coat, went to the coffee shop and bought the dark coffee he mentioned. I came back, knocked at his door and without a word; I placed it on his desk. I decided I would play this card hard, as he proceeded with everyone in the office.

“That’s how I like things done; miss whatever your name is. I really don’t care. I just want my work done in a professional manner,” he concluded. I just turned back, watched him in the eyes and nodded my head affirmatively.