Deceiving the Wolf

--Athena's POV--

Red. It has always been my favorite color. Red is hot, red is romance, red is home, red brings me luck.

"I see no special on site. Two men in corporate, sitting on the C-type," I talked to him through my earpiece.

In the hug of the red dress to my body, it sits upon my skin. Even my perfume smells like fresh red roses with a fusion of fruity scent. Full of confidence, I trailed the entrance of the high-end lounge. My red heels clacked on the floor of the place. I see some people glancing at me as I walk into the not-so-crowded lounge. Sniffing the polluted air brings me excitement, just like that, I'm in my workplace.

" Seek every corner. To my record he must've arrived by now." I heard Peter talk in my in-ear.

I sat on the high-stool chair, still scanning the whole place, and thought, 'Where the hell are you, Mr. Knight? I'm not used to dealing with punctuality issues. You should be the one waiting, you idiot.'

"What does he look like again?" I asked Peter, while signing the bartender, to give me a drink.

"What the heck, Athena? I thought you were listening to a while ago. I explained it all to you!" He nagged.

I smiled sweetly at the bartender when he handed me my drink before I rolled my eyes. I know it's my fault, but I'm not in my senses when he explained it all to me.

" Don't get so grumpy. Don't worry, this will be my last Peter." I uttered.

" And you're still not telling me the reason why. I thought we're in this together?" he asked. I didn't answer him.

I sipped on my drink while I leaned on the countertop. I was scanning the whole place, and no one seemed to catch my eye except for the two men who's sitting on the C-type sofa. One is a bit older while the other one is seemingly looking like a bachelor. I know Peter's taste, he would never get a ragged-looking businessman, so for sure Mr. Knight looks like him.

I gritted my jaw. I caught one of the men sitting at the C-type sofa and laid an eye on me. His eyes are cold; the more I stare at him, the more I look deeply at my own. Even with the flashing lights, I could see how his eyes were fixated on me. While I'm sipping my drink I winked at him. And damn! This cold man had no reaction at all.

"Still nothing in sight? I double checked it already and her secretary says he's out. Are you sure you've seen enough?" Said Peter.

I didn't remove my gaze from the man. His loose tie hangs freely on his neck. The first three buttons are opened. His legs are spread widely on the couch, or I must say, his massiveness is just too overwhelming for that pitiful seat. He's holding a glass of rum and sipping it from time to time.

Out of the two, he's the one who's noticeable enough because of his dark aura.He wasn't even paying attention to the lady beside her. I guess someone caught his interest, huh?

"I said what the fvck he looks like?" I asked while smirking at the man from afar.

"Goddamnit, Athena. You knew it when you saw it." I can hear Peter's frustration.

Last sip on my drink before I put the martini glass on the counter. I removed my tiny earpiece and dunk it into the glass, soaking. Target Locked. I handed him a cold bill before wiping my lips. Damn, red lipstick.

I stood up confidently without breaking our sight. Let's get this done.

His eyes didn't even change emotion when I arrived in front of him. I saw the woman beside him looking at me. I raised a brow at her, and just like that she left, murmuring like a dying old pus$y.

The man eyed the woman who had left and smirked. My lips protruded, and without any word, I sat on one of his legs. I felt how he's taken back by my actions, but that's just for a short period of time. He got back and stared at me coldly.

I crossed my legs while comfortably sitting on his legs. I ran my fingers to my hair and proceeded to put my hair on my left shoulder, so that he'd have a better view of my perfectly carved neck and collar bone.

"What do you need, Miss?" he asked.

I pursed my lips. Oof, cold and deep brooding voice.

"You owe me something mister." I uttered and placed my hand on the back of his head. Soft and clean-cut hair. I can smell dollars from here. I chuckled inside my head.

"Owe you what?" He raised a brow.

He doesn't even look affected by my touch. By the look of his expression, it seems like he just wants me gone. Tss, of course I have enough experience for this. No man will be sulking once women flaunt their asses on their faces.

"A drink," I said without looking at his eyes. I bit my lip while playing with his tie that's hanging on his neck.

He chuckled lightly. "A drink?"

I nodded while still biting my lips. I stared at his eyes. Those deep brown eyes compliment his thick brows. His nose? Perfect. His lips probably taste bittersweet.

I craned my neck while having this staring competition with him. The music got a bit louder this time, so I leaned to his ears to give him the fish and chips of the mighty Thalia Carolina.

"Cause when I saw you, I dropped mine." I whispered.

I smiled flirtatiously when I proceeded to caress the back of his head. His eyes? Bingo. I kind of saw a hint of desire and amusement in it. I never thought you'd be this easy, Mr. Knight.

Damn, that line is trash. Really Athena? Are you so uninterested in coming up with these cheesy lines?

His smirk went a bit late. I did that. He juggled the liquid in his glass before he placed it on the table. His face is completely out of rest.

"I see that no woman could pacify your broken ass day." I stated.

He breathed heavily without looking at me. The way he stares darkly from afar really does look like he's having a bad day.

"A penny of your thoughts," I said while making tiny circles on his chest using my index finger.

Of course I needed to ask that. Not because I'm concerned or curious about him. I just needed to get some hints from the reviewer. Dang! This is what I got. I should've listened properly to Peter a while ago.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly, instead of answering me.

I smirked. "The one you've been waiting for."

His brows shot up. Ugh! This is taking so long. If this was on a different day I would've continued this chit-chat, but not today. I had a lot in my mind already.

" Nice meeting you too, Mr. Knight." I whispered and kissed his nape, leaving a red mark on his skin.

His jaw moved harshly before I stood up and left him.

Fire, isn't it burning red? I say no orange and yellow. Red is fire seed; red is what keeps us burning. Red is the ember that blows your roof off when something is triggering. That's what I see in these elite tycoons. I see them burning; it's their smoke that I follow.

In him, I see the burning red.

--Athena's POV--

The moment I opened my eyes, I could already feel the lingering pain in my body. For some reason, even though I feel like I've joined a marathon, the fulfillment that my body has is something incomparable.

I stretched my neck to somehow loosen my muscles, but when I turned my head, a familiar face welcomed me. My eyes widened in shock and fear.

"What the hell?" I cursed myself.

It's one of those cliche movies when you can't remember anything you did last night and find yourself waking up in somebody's bed somehow. I tried hard not to scream so this brute beside me wouldn't wake up. I checked my body under the duvet only to see my body naked, with new underwear on.

"What the fvck? Sh*t, sh*t, s*t." I kept on cursing.

I couldn't control myself anymore. I sat and hand-raked my hair, trying to remember what happened last night. And then I saw my red dress lying on the ground and it all got into me.

--Third Person's POV--

Knight, who's casually seated on the C-type sofa, can't help but stare at Athena, who's seated on the countertop. He knows what she's up to. Being able to bed women at any age makes Knight inferior in situations like this.

But like what Apolo said, the moon is up tonight, bright and screaming magic. Being a wolf and not just a wolf but an alpha like him shouldn't be reckless when it comes to this kind of decision.

Knight couldn't help it; his eyes were glued to her. The way she crossed her legs and stared at him with her sensual eyes had him caught up. Is it because of the moon? He thought. Or is it just because of the effect of the liquor?

Knight observed how men flocked to her, but he smirked at the thought of the woman's being so drawn to him because she seemed to ignore everyone who tried her. A woman sat beside her as well. Then Knight thought, maybe he's right with his conclusions, because he wouldn't even notice the woman sitting beside her.

His jaw protruded when he saw a man talking to Athena. She shooed her away using her hands, and the guy immediately backed off. But it didn't pass his eyes when he saw how the guy put something in her drink. Knight loosened his tie more. He had no idea why he seemed so mad at what he saw.

So when Athena came to her, he almost celebrated. He glared at the man who seemed to be eyeing Athena all this time, and he saw how the man became disappointed. He kept on glaring at the man, hoping he'd get the hint, and gladly, the man left looking disappointed afterward.

He was still in a bad mood even after all of Athena's moves. All his attention is on his mad feelings and how he imagined slitting the guy's throat. He thought, 'How can this woman be so reckless?'

I see that no woman could pacify your broken ass day." Athena said.

No, she's wrong. From the moment she walked inside the lounge, he could already imagine her moaning beneath him. But it was all ruined when the random man almost took advantage of her.

The way she touched his head sensually, the way she smelt like fruit and roses, the way she kissed him like a whisper, it all got into his system.

"Nice meeting you too, Mr. Knight." That's all she said and then left.

His jaw hardened. "Where is she going?" was his first thought. It's almost a miracle that he didn't stop her and pin her against his body. If he's guessing it right, she would have fainted five minutes later after chugging her margarita.

"Uh-uh, that's a wrong move, young man." Apolo muttered when Knight stood up and was about to tail Athena.

He clenched his jaw hard and left the premises without a word. He searched every hallway and, gladly, he saw her immediately.

When she saw her leaning against the wall, dizzy and out of her mind, he smirked. His hunch was right.

She walked unusually while fanning herself constantly with her hands. No, Knight wouldn't let her out of her sight. He came after her and grabbed her arms.

He stiffened when she saw her tired face. He had no idea why his heartbeat drums in chaos. Is he this attracted to her? Is he really a slave to his libido now? He had never felt this way before.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Athena shrugged her hands and wrapped her hair and put it on her shoulders. Knight had a hard time resisting the urge to throw himself at her and nibble on her perfectly carved neck and collar bone. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he kept on cursing himself.

"I'm hot a-and I want to get out of here. The lights are extra blinding tonight, huh? " She chuckled sexily and bit her lip.

Knight swallowed his hidden desires hard. Both of his hands were in his pocket. He tried so hard to shrug off his sexual thoughts of her and focused on finding out what was happening to her. "Really, Knight? When did you become such a gentleman?" he thought.

"Oh shit," Athena whispered. "Really Athena? Knock in a glass of margarita? "

'Athena,' Knight echoed, her name inside his head. He breathed heavily before muttering his choice of words.

"Athena, I suggest you go home. Somebody poured an unusual chemical into your drink a while ago. Do you have someone with you? Any companion, perhaps? "

Knight almost spat in disgust because of how holy he sounded. This is not him. He would've probably taken advantage of the situation, especially how attracted he is to her and she is to him as well, but it's the other way round.

"What are you saying, Mr. Knight?" Athena chuckled.

He clenched his teeth hard. Why does she look so effortlessly sexy and hot? How he wished to hear her utter his name with her pleased face and satisfied heart.

"Ahh~" Athena acted like she was dizzy and getting out of balance.

Knight grabbed her again so she would not fall. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or if she was really not feeling well, but one thing's for sure, if she's acting, then it's affecting him so badly.

He confirmed it right away, when Athena let go of his hold and felt a burning sensation when she touched him. The fear and confusion in her eyes when she looked at him is evident, far from the feisty and confident lady in red who came up to her a while ago.

"Sh*t. Athena wake up," she chanted to herself.

Knight cocked his head to the side. The bullets of sweat in her body, the way she felt electrified with his touch, and her blurry and sensitive vision, not to mention her dizziness and probably headache.

'This is bad.' Knight told himself.

"I'll take you home," said Knight, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the lounge.

For that short period of time, he thought of the choices he should make. He can take her home, but with the chemicals effecting her, it would be a bad choice. Right, he'll just get a cab for her and send her the fvck alone.

"Let's go!" She harshly took her hands away.

When he looked back at Athena, her eyes were screaming lust and hidden desire. He looked at the moon, which was bright and full. He cursed himself when he shut his eyes tightly.

He's never felt this attracted to someone that it's driving him insane. He couldn't pinpoint the root of her desires. Is it just his libido, his wolf or the full moon?

"I'll get you a cab," he said with finality and turned his back on her.

She called him "Knight" and touched his arm.

His senses were awakened. The familiar itching under his skin started. His teeth clenched at each other so that he almost heard them screeching.

He could see how his angelic eyes hid a hint of the devil.

"Will you take me home?" she asked and bit her lip.

He gulped. ' No, you're not doing it right, lady. I'll do you the honor of biting your lips for you. '

And that made Knight lose his senses. Before he even realized it, he was devouring Athena in his car, and it's a miracle that he was still able to drive into his penthouse and stop himself from doing Athena in his car.

But more than all the circumstances that have happened to him tonight, he's even more shocked to know that he'll be taking a virgin woman. Knight couldn't even continue. But seeing her pleasure face and the way she begged him to do her more, he couldn't stop it.

"Fvck. I'm a fvcking as*hole. "

Knight's patience hit the roof. He let go of any of his thoughts and gave everything he got to please her, for the very first time.

--Athena's POV--

"Fvck! Sh*t!" I covered my mouth with my palm and stared at the man's peaceful face beside me.

Did I just give my virginity to my last conquest? To the man whom I'm trying to deceive? What the hell? I'm doomed. Big time.

--Athena's POV--

My senses acted practically. Though I'm still feeling restless, I managed to act cool when I saw rustling. Damn, I could have left right away instead of blurting out curses that made him wake up.

I palmed my face and wiped away any debris. I combed my hair with my fingers before I laid down again and acted sensually.

He turned his head in my direction and his handsome face welcomed my view. Fvck. That face couldn't make me forget that he had just taken my virginity.

"What a great morning," I mused.

His face, although he just woke up, is still so beautiful. I suddenly had anxiety about what I looked like this morning. He didn't say anything and seemed to be grasping the situation still.

Sh*t. I'm here and what's done is done already. Instead of running away and crying like a teen-aged lady who wants to cuddle after being laid for the first time, I should just admit it.

"Last night was amazing," I said with a sensual tone.

I put my hand on his chest to make a statement. I don't want him to think that I'm an amateur, and I don't want him to be so full of himself that he's the one who popped my cherry.

His brows met. He glanced at my hand before he stared back at me again. I really don't remember every detail of what happened last night. What the hell happened to me?

"Are you up for morning sex?" I smirked.

His lips protruded, his eyes had a dark expression, but I could see the hint of amusement and humor.

"Aren't you sore given it's your first time?" His voice is hoarse and he has a playful smile on his face.

My smile froze. He knows.

I gritted my teeth without changing my expression. I act so well that I deserve an Oscar award already.

"I may be new, but I'm not an amateur," Without breaking our gaze, I circled my finger around his chest.

I hate how his expression looked like he was amused or he was just clearly making fun of me inside his head because he seemed to not buy my sentiments.

But it's true, though. I may be a virgin, but I'm a pro when it comes to flirting and making out since it's part of my job, if I can call this a job. Fooling and bribing men includes those foolish acts.

I'm no saint. I've watched porn, I've seen people make out, and I've done a lot of it as well. But I haven't reached the point in my life yet where I would surrender my virginity to some maniacal and sex-addicted businessmen in exchange for their money.

I guess not today, huh?

"Sure you are," he smirked, taking off the blanket that had been covering his body. My cheeks flushed, and I averted my gaze from him.

I heard him chuckle. "Not an amateur, eh?"

I breathed slowly, acting feisty, but on the inside I was already berating myself. That's why I'm feeling so sore, huh? That man has something to boast about.

Damn, a distant memory of me pleading flashed in my head. Did I really have sex with him?

"Where am I?" I asked. The wall glasses, black and cream curtains, king-size bed, and the smell of wood and fresh scent welcomed my senses.

"What hotel is this?"

"You're at my place."

My head turned to him. A bit stunned and shocked. I'm at his place?

He was already wearing black pants when I turned to him. But his upper body is still distracting me for some reason. You've seen a lot of this, Athena! This should be nothing new to you! My ego tortured me.

"Your place?" I echoed.

He just glanced at me before he combed his hair with his fingers. Then he got a rectangle thing on the bedside table and clicked it. The curtains opened automatically and the light that was passing through them blinded my sight.

I put my hands up to cover my eyes while I'm still adjusting. Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Turn the lights off,"

"I don't fvck with the lights off, Athena. I wanna see your body. "

"No, my eyes are hurting."

"Fvck that viagra. I'm gonna kill that fvcking man. "

My jaw dropped. My hands were shaking, and I held it to help myself.

"I see something's bothering you now. Remember something, miss? "

Knight's face popped beside mine. I could feel his breath and that sent shivers down my body. I stared at him, but I tilted my head just enough because with one wrong move, our lips would touch again.

His eyes traveled from my eyes down to my lips. I gulped.

"I'm going to have my cold shower in the other room and you can use mine."

I didn't answer him.

"Or do you want to shower together since you're... not an amateur?"

I gritted my teeth. He had a playful smile on his face before he kissed the side of my lips. He went out of the room, his playful eyes lingering on me. As soon as the door closed, I buried my head in the pillow and screamed.

It took me a while before I pulled my sh*ts up and had the courage to clean myself up. I used his bathroom freely and made myself comfortable. I intentionally messed up his bathroom, so I will leave a mark in this place. I even left the underwear I wore.

I used the one and only tooth brush in there, which I'm guessing was his. I don't care anymore. If we had sex already, then boundaries like this shouldn't be considered anymore.

After I showered, I went into his transparent walk-in closet and selected some clothes that would suit my tastes. His room was a mess afterwards, which I did on purpose. While I was waiting for my hair to dry, I sat on the bed and spaced out.

This life must've been so fvcked up, huh? I admit, a part of me still hopes for a magical and holy first night with the man I love. But this must've been the life that was destined for me.

Really? To a bachelor that I don't even know personally? And not to mention, he's my current and last target.

I palmed my face. Speaking of, my eyes wandered around the whole room, searching for my things. Peter is definitely wondering about my whereabouts. He might have thought that I'd successfully made the first move with this bachelor, but hell no! I feel like I'm the victim here!

I walked back and forth, thinking about things before I decided to walk out of the room. His place is quite fancy. I'm not surprised.

Though the thought of him bringing me to his place is somehow surprising. Men like him don't like bringing their hookups into their places. Who does that? It's always the hotels, cars, and all those unexpected places.

I guess he's this type of man, huh?

I heard noises coming from downstairs. And there, I found him seated at his dining table. He's still topless, with a cup of coffee in front of him while he's reading a new paper. His hair is a bit damp as well.

His dress shirt is large and almost a dress to me, so I didn't bother to wear anything underneath but black underwear. I know he sensed me already, but he didn't mind me. I walked in his direction and sat on the chair in front of him.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked without looking at me.

I cocked my head and smiled. "Will you cook for me?"

He glanced at me with his cold eyes.

"Don't feel too special; room service will do."

My lips parted. What a cold brute!

"Anything will do." I can't hide the bitterness in my tone. I crumpled into that chair, hugging my legs and resting my chin on them. I pouted. I felt sore. Did this guy wrestle me last night or something?

I felt him glance at me again. "Room service is way faster."

I shrugged. As if I asked for an explanation. Seconds after he called someone, I think the room service, based on their conversation. He came back to reading his newspaper again.

My drowsy eyes became attentive when I saw my father's name and face on the front page. My face turned serious and bitterness crept into me. Our conversation last time bothered me, and it completely changed my mood.

I gritted my teeth while looking at the man that was holding the newspaper. I will always blame my father for the life that I have now. Bribing men, milking them with their fortune. I told myself I'd stop all that. But now, I don't have a choice. I had to get my father out and help him after all the sh*ts he had done to our family.

Thinking about how I am in front of this man that I don't even know didn't help my raging thoughts. Tears clouded my eyes due to anger.

Men are nothing but complete as*holes. They don't deserve pity. They take advantage of women's weaknesses, and so they just deserve women who take advantage of them as well.

"I'm going home," I said.

His attention went to me. I saw how his eyes fixated on me. It seemed like he was shocked to see something on my face.

"You'll go home after breakfast."

"I said I'm going home," I insisted, a little annoyed in my tone.

His jaw clenched repeatedly. His dark eyes bore into me while his hands were busy with something. He then put a black card on the table before speaking.

"My driver will drive you home. Buy clothes and anything else you need. And give me your number. " He said casually.

My hand clenched into a fist while I was still looking at the black card on the table. My ego was stepped on just once again. Am I a whore now that sex has been involved?

I look at him. His eyes are dark. I smirked. I stood up and came up onto the table, crawling in his direction. I pushed his coffee to the table's edge because it was in my way. I stopped when our faces were an inch away. His eyes went into my body that was peaking into his large dress shirt. I didn't notice with my eyes that his adams moved up and down.

"I don't need your money," I whispered and licked his lips, teasing him. "I only need you."

I attacked him with harsh and erotic kisses. I heard the sound of the broken mug, which I'm guessing was his coffee. He muttered curses before I felt him fight back.

See? This guy's no different. Since I've come to this point already, I'll lay my last cards on you. Watch how I'll wrap my hands around your neck and I'll squeeze you out until nothing is left.

You may be like a wolf in treating women. But you'll see how I'll tame that wolf in you.