"Bro, why did you lie that you were sick?" Joshua says as I put on my underwear and my pyjama trousers which I have to take to the dry cleaners because it stinks. Joshua has been my friend since we were in high school, we were in the same football team so this is not the first time he's seen me naked.

He's a muscular white guy, with short dark hair and hazel green eyes, he's a very handsome fella and if he wasn't straight I'd tap that, but he is and he's not the one on my mind right now. Even though we were known to be skilled football players one of us wanted to be a football star in future and the other wanted a more corporate job in marketing. Joshua is a quarterback in the New York Jets football team.

When I came out to everyone in our high school football team he was more than supportive and he threatened to beat anyone if they were ever homophobic toward me which made me laugh because I didn't need anyone to defend me from homophobes. After all, I can defend myself and he knew that. I was naturally stronger than everyone else, both me and him.

He's also that funny friend who barely takes anything seriously, which honestly, is kind of what I like about him, even though he can sometimes drive me crazy.

I should have known David was going to leave before I woke up, but I was a tad bit disappointed that he did.

"I am sick," I confirm moving out of the room to the kitchen to get some coffee. Joshua laughs and he follows me.

"What kind of a sick person fornicates and leaves a mark on that person's back." He says and I turn to look at him confused at what he's saying to me right now.

"What?"

"You don't even know." He chuckles. "I saw that handsome fella leave as soon as I got in, he had a gnarly scratch on his back and we both know he's not a werecat which only leaves you and you know how we werecats get excited, our claws pop off.

Oh yes. "Fuck." I say under my breath, I hurt him fuck fuck fuck, I fucking hurt him. Could that be why he ran away so quickly? Because he thinks I'm a fucking psycho? I didn't mean to do that to him I really didn't.

"Relax, I'm sure he liked it. He looks like a kinky person."

I look at Joshua in shock. "You don't know him," I say defensively." he's taken aback by my defensiveness.

"Whoa, bro calm down I thought he was just a hook-up I didn't know he was your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"But you want him to be." He raises a brow and I scoff putting my coffee in my mug and drinking from it hoping he doesn't see my expression. He laughs again. "Oh my God, the Maxwell Sharaf is in love."

I almost choke on my coffee. "Love, come on now don't be silly Josh."

"I'm not being-" he raises his hands in a form of surrender. "Okay, if you say so, Sharaf. I'm going to drop this one," he says and he's quiet and it's obvious this is a trick to get me to talk about David.

Whoa, come to think of it he's probably right. Because I don't usually know my hookup's names and I'm kind of hurt that David didn't stay until I woke up, most of my hookups stay but he left. Is it because of that mark I gave him? Did it freak him out?

By the way, my claws have never popped up when I was having sex with someone so why did it happen now with David? Do I have feelings for him? Do I want to see him again? I do want to see him again.

Fuck I have feelings for David.

"Okay, fine yes okay you got me."

"Yes! I knew it. Pay up." Joshua brings out his hand waiting for money, I look at his hand and then at his face in confusion.

"Bro we didn't bet on anything," I say in a deadpan and his face drops then he looks at his hand.

"Oh." he simply says and I shake my head at him. Joshua does love to bet, what a puss.

"Okay then tell me more about that guy," Joshua says placing his hands on the counter and then resting his chin on his hands like a schoolgirl.

"I met him at the club yesterday looking for a quick fuck..."

"Mhmm."

"But then I saw him and it felt like- he just wasn't like the others, he was dancing and he looked cute doing so, and I wanted to know him. And then he wanted to throw up, I helped him go to the bathroom, I took him to my house, we talked then fucked and now... I can't seem to get him off of my mind."

Joshua begins to squeal like a little girl and I look at him in a deadpan. "Will you stop that?"

"I'm sorry, you know how excited I am because you haven't dated anyone since..." he stops and looks at me with fear on his face.

"You can say his name, Joshua."

"I don't want to."

"Why because you think it will trigger me? Victor his name is Victor."

"Yes, the guy who broke your heart and it has been what since high school? And after that, you've been fucking any nice ass you see."

I roll my eyes, "What a fancy way of calling me a whore."

"What? I would never slut shame you."

And that is true, he would slut shame me but as a joke and he won't mean it. And as for Victor, I haven't thought of him in years.

He was my first boyfriend in my Junior year of high school. He was my first kiss, my first fuck, my first love, my first everything. My first heartbreak. He broke up with me for a girl, he's bisexual but he thinks girls are just better to date so he left me for some girl in another school. It broke my heart and it broke my heart even more when he pretended like I didn't exist. He would not talk to me and he wouldn't even look my way. It was like I became a ghost.

That heartbreak was so hot that I vowed never to fall for anyone again and here comes David, with his nice round butt and smile and his sassiness. Fuck I'm so smitten, I want to see him again. I must see him again. His boyfriend is a fool for cheating on him.

Honestly, who even cheats on the person they're interested in? No one. If it were me I would never cheat on David, I would love him with all my might, make him feel special make him feel loved.

"Max, you know I love you and I love this for you but you know that won't last don't you?" Joshua says in all seriousness, and him being serious barely happens so I look at him and deep down I know it won't last even if we wanted to give it a shot it would not have worked and that would have been the same case with Victor. "He's a human and you're a werecat."

"Yeah." I clear my throat and I look away. "I know."

Joshua moves closer to me and he places his hand on my shoulder. "You deserve all the love you know that right." I don't answer I just smile at him.

"Alright fucker, I just came to check up on you and it is obvious that you are well."

"I'll go to work tomorrow I just needed a mental day for myself."

"And you got two." he winks grabs his coat, puts it on and begins to head toward the elevator. "Peace out Sharaf."

"Thanks for being a great friend."

"I try." he throws out a peace sign and gets in the elevator leaving me to my thoughts.

I forgot that David is human and werecats and humans do not fall in love. A lot of werecats have tried it with their human lovers and like most werecats and human relationships since the beginning of time. It doesn't end well. The werecat ends up killing the human, unintentionally of course.

I think it was part of the werecat curse, to turn into a beast under the crescent moon and to never fall in love with humans or else your heart will be broken. And if you ask me that is worse than being a slave to the moon. Emotional pain leaves a scar than physical pain does. So now I have to get David off my head. He is not the one for me, the one for me is whoever my wild cat chooses. That's a lion.

The kind of werecat you are reflects on your character and I'm a werelion just like my dad. A leader, a king, power. Those are the qualities of a lion and those are my qualities.

So my werelion has to choose the mate for me and he is most definitely not choosing a human.

I hear the elevator do a ding sound. And I sigh drop my coffee and head toward the elevator.

"Did you forget to annoy me some more Joshua? OH!" I stop in my tracks when I see claws being showcased to me. When I see the person with those claws my jaw drops and my eyes widen.

"What did you do to me?" He asks, there's fear in his eyes.

"David." I simply say and his eyes go from honey brown to a glowy green. His face relaxes and he's no longer scared but stunned. I am too because I can read his thoughts. How can I read his thoughts?

Unless... oh my Gods, impossible.