Chapter 5 Studio Mystery

Deja's POV:

"Deja, I'm sorry but Fay needs you in the studio right now." Martha said to me with an apologetic face. I couldn't let the panic squeezing my inside show on my face. I couldn't let anyone suspect there's something up.

"Me? Why?" I tried not to stutter. What could he need me for? Was he going to tell me off again? Had I done something wrong that I was unaware of? My head wouldn't stop spinning with questions.

"The lady doing the ad libs, can't do it anymore, because of a serious family emergency. So she decided to quit which means you have to fill in right away. We can't wait until next month as agreed prior to your employment." Martha explained quickly to which I nodded in understanding, remembering what she discussed with me before employing me.

Part of my job responsibility was singing but just ad libs. Fay only works with people on his team. No one else. He's yet to feature other artists even though we, the fans, have been begging for one.

"Oh okay. But I thought I'd require a few training sessions before attempting to sing ad libs for him." I queried, trying to sprout up any excuse that would make me not sing for him today. Because the best thing I can do for myself right now, is to stay away from Fay Darrow. My Alpha.

I was not ready to risk it. To risk what being close to him might cause.

"Don't worry. I believe in you, Deja. Your voice is mind blowing. You'd do well. Plus you're a huge fan of Fay, you're used to his style of music, so you'd do amazing. Just trust yourself and remain calm." Martha said softly and I had to wonder for a second if she's a mother because of the tone she used. Her Peppermint scent was stronger than yesterday, and it could only mean she's under stress. Being the main manager of Fay Darrow definitely can't be easy and with unforeseen circumstances, it can only put more pressure and stress on her.

So I quickly let her know that I can do it.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." I gave her a small smile. "I'm glad to hear that." She breathed a sigh of relief and her strong scent got a bit mild, "And he also has to get used to your scents." She added but in a lower tone like she didn't want me to hear, but caught on.

"Why is that?" I questioned as she gestured for us to walk, heading to the studio.

"I will tell you about that later." She answered. "Have you met him since you resumed work yesterday?"

If she's asking me that, then Fay must not have told her about our encounter. But I still couldn't lie so I answered with a meek "Yes."

"When?" She asked. "After Isabella showed me around, I mistakenly went into his lounge instead of the general one." I explained while trying not to bite my lips in nervousness. I didn't want to lose my new job because of an honest mistake. I needed to pay off my college debts and other ones. I craved independence so badly that I can't afford to be jobless again.

"Oh." Was all she said. I expected more reaction than that but she said nothing.

'Everyone here seems to be mysterious.' I thought to myself.

We arrived at the studio and Martha patted my shoulder before leaving me at the door. I gulped down the nerves building in my throat, I wished I could talk to Paula and listen to her soothing words, but there was no time for that.

Looking down at my outfit, trying to see if I'm underdressed or over-dresser. I didn't know why that mattered in a moment like this but I couldn't help but judge my appearance. I wore tight jeans with a silky peach colored shirt that was tucked in. I matched the outfit with my go-to simple white sneakers.

'Deja, you look good. Stop being nervous. Do your very best to stay calm and tame your omega.' I mentally prepped myself then placed two knocks on the door before the nerves completely consumed me.

With bated breaths, I waited for him to answer or open the door. And within a few seconds, the door was pulled open, revealing him in his sexiest glory. My lungs felt knocked out of air like a scene from a movie.

His intoxicating scent of caramelized whiskey enveloped my senses, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through my veins. I couldn't help but suppress a moan, desperately trying to contain the overwhelming sensation that threatened to escape my lips. As my body responded to his presence, a surge of electric tingles danced across my skin, settling deep within the core of my being, causing me to slick up. The intensity of the moment was so profound that it nearly brought me to the brink of surrender. My soul was yearning to surrender completely to him. My Alpha.

My omega was too delighted.

Shoot.

Fear suddenly gripped my soul as it dawned on me that he could smell my slick, the juice that leaks out of my cunt when pleasure overtakes my senses, especially one that is awakened by my mate. My Alpha.

My eyes met with his icy gaze, bracing myself for the oncoming insults and attack but he didn't say anything except stare at me with a bored expression. My heart was beating so fast, I wasn't sure if I was scared or thrilled. Scared because he could embarrass me because of my leaking juice from my lower core and alluring sweet scent triggered by my slick. Or thrilled about the fact that I'm standing a few inches away from Fay Darrow, my Alpha mate.

"Come in. You're staring again." The baritone of his voice made my inside tremble like a wave of vibration, quaking my cells and blood vessels.

Oh God, this werewolf man will be the death of me.

"Sorry." My voice almost came out in a whisper but I'm sure he heard me. Werewolves have sharper senses than humans. Which is why I'm baffled about the fact that he can't perceive my strong scent.

"Take a seat on that couch, I don't want us to waste time on this. So you will listen to the song three times to get used to it." He spoke with so much arrogance coating his tone. I could feel the pride.

Does this man even know that I set aside my hunger and thirst for him? Sacrificing my lunch break for him. Isn't he supposed to apologize?

"And once you're done listening, I'll give you a chance to prove your worthiness to me. Martha really put in good words for you but so far, you have been nothing but just an obsessed fan." He said as he picked up the headphone and gave it to me with the paper that contained the song lyrics.

His words to me made pain and anger flare in my chest, but I decided now wasn't the best time to argue with him, and make it clear that I am one of his best fans and he is being really disrespectful towards me without a solid reason.

The only upper hand he has in this situation is because he is my boss. And these are some of the hurdles employees go through with their employers. The rude remarks and nonchalant arrogance. In other words, I need the money he's paying me badly so I have to build a thick skin and take the insult like a champ.

So I settled for the popular phrase that says action speaks louder than words. My voice will speak for me.

"Okay, sir. I'll listen to the song now." I said to him and put the headphones over my head. I see him from my peripheral vision click the play button on his work computer that instantly made music emit from the headphones and flow into my ears.

The melody was soft and solemn, it warmed my heart. His vocals joined the melody and interwoven with it, creating a beautiful sound. So beautiful that I couldn't help but hum along to it. I was able to catch on quickly because it was a song by Fay Darrow. My favorite singer in the world. Who has shattered my dreams as his fan-girl because of his rude attitude.

Before I knew it, I was ad-libbing naturally. I got lost in the softness and sensuousness of the song that I didn't know that I was singing out loud until I caught Fay's gaze on me. He was looking at me with a different expression that I haven't seen on his face since I met him. There was so much intensity in it that I subconsciously bit my lips and returned my gaze back to the paper in my hand.

The song finished for the third time so I pulled off the headphones, "I've gotten a hang of it." I told him. I'd have loved to commend him for his good work and production, but I know he'd take it the wrong way. So I kept my compliment to myself.

"Good. You can go to the booth and show me what you got." His voice still had that arrogant edge to it, but I ignored it and got straight to work.

The faster I work, the quicker I leave this room.

And that's what I did. Everything flowed out of me naturally. I started singing when I was a child, it was a natural gift. But I was never interested in being a singer, a celebrity. That lifestyle wasn't for me, but I've worked with a few artists, which is why I'm experienced in the music production world. I was happy to be able to work with Fay when Martha told me about my work duties. I was happy that I'd be doing something I love doing with him. But all that excitement has been quenched with his attitude towards me.

And with the new discovery that he is my mate, everything just seems jumbled.

As I finished singing, I opened my eyes and looked at him through the thick glass wall. I was expecting some complaints but he was once again, staring at me with so much intensity that it made my knees weak.

But I have to stay strong. He can't know how much he is affecting me. He can't know that he is my mate when he currently doesn't like me. He can't know that he is my Alpha when the version of him I've always known is fake. He simply can't know anything until I'm sure there are no uncertainties.

Because the Fay Darrow is purely a mirage. A molded lie for the public to believe. A masked man that was shielding something unknown. Something I'm suddenly curious to know. But all in due time.

Stepping out of the recording booth, I let out a low gasp seeing Fay standing right before me. When did he move away from his workspace?

I lowered my gaze, waiting for what he had to say but all he did was call my name, softly.

"Deja." He rasped, and my heart leaped.