The Were CEO's Secret

Chapter one – Was she desperate?

Green shorts hung over the ropes besides the building. She walked to the door. No door bell? She knocked. Twice.

No one popped up from the door. She knocked again, this time even harder. No one still. The building didn't look commercial. Rather like an orphanage.

She looked at her wristwatch and then at her phone. The time and address tallied. She looked around for a place to sit.

A little chair, a stool to be precise, leaned over at the wall. Stephanie tried making herself comfortable on the chair and tried calling Nathan. It rang twice but he didn't answer.

She put on her cellular data and went online immediately. On Facebook, she checked his last message.

From Nathan Squeal: "My number is 81089XXXX. The number he gave and the one she dialed had tallied. She looked around the building again. It looked abandoned, not an ideal business center.

Her phone beeped. A message from Nathan: "GO IN". She read it again.

"Go into the house?" she asked herself aloud. She left the stool, it fell immediately, she then noticed it had only three legs and if not she had rested it on the wall, it would have spilled her.

A short gasp escaped her lips as she headed for the door. It didn't even have a common doorknob. The place was beginning to creep her.

Inside the house was almost empty. Except for a table and a big red chair that had a... a skull, maybe not a human's.

She felt her spine creak and it didn't feel right. How could she have her interview there? Of all places. Where was her interviewer?

What was the name of the company she was supposing to be having an interview for? And she never talked on the position she wanted.

Nathan just gave her an address. What if the address was for something else?

Stephanie decided to dash through the door but turning towards it, her heart jumped into her mouth. Her body shuddered.

He was standing there having the aura of a...well, not something she could handle.

It felt like an energy was swimming in the room. Her knees were almost bending till she caught sight of his shoes.

Her normal shitty self, she would yell 'bad fashion' but she couldn't.

Nathan Squeal, though she had seen him in a mere picture, seemed more than just a 'common businessman' as he had told her in their earlier conversations.

He was handsome, baby-skinned, dark curly haired which blended with his wine-colored tunic.

Though his green shoes made the outfit odd but he would certainly pass for some girl's ideal man. He definitely had an easy life.

Stephanie stopped herself from thinking about his looks, she began thinking on how he had come into the house.

Had he appeared? She didn't hear the door open, it freaks so she must have heard if he used it. So far, he hadn't spoken.

He had a scar at his neck, a knife scar. It must have stayed for long years. He was looking down at nothing exactly.

She tried making a slight move towards the door but he looked up. His eyes dived into hers, they were deep blue. "Whoa" she gasped.

"Stephanie, is it?" his voice was chilly.

She nodded severally, still trying to 'unhear' the rhythm of his voice.

"I'm Nathan, Nathan Squeal, remember?" he was now moving towards the red chair.

"What was that?" she blurted, she shouldn't have. She was here for her interview, and only her interview.

"My dead dog". She was surprised he answered, well after few seconds. She made an "oh" sound but she doubted he heard it.

He should proceed with her interview. He sat down comfortably on the red chair, with the skull on his thighs.

"Sit down, please" he beckoned.

"Where?" Stephanie's eyes searched the room, only the table was left. And it had a dirty red cloth on it.

"There!" he pointed at the table. A smirk rested in his lips. She didn't ask more and moved towards the table. As long as her interview held.

"Or sit here" he continued, now pointing at his...thighs? She twisted her face.

At their previous chats, Nathan usually went to 'flirt mode' but he was never this bold and never went this far. She stared at where he pointed. His thighs?

"Excuse me?" She blurted, this time not regretting. The smirk on his face was wiped out and he looked like he also regretted what he did.

"Isn't this an interview, Nathan?" she asked harshly, shutting him up.

"The fact that I'm unemployed doesn't give you credits to call me out of my house for these games" she snapped.

He attempted talking but she just moved to the door without thinking of him. She noticed he stood up to stop her to, presumably, apologize but she hurriedly slammed the door at him.

What nonsense! The fact that she wanted a job didn't mean she had no self-respect or useful time. Did she sound desperate when she shared her problems with him?

How did she accept the interview without asking what it was all about? Why did she trust him so easily? Very unlike her.

She shook off Nathan from her head and left to an eatery. The sandwich tasted watery as she was still in a bad mood.

Getting home, she didn't receive the warm and noisy welcome she was used to. Her little siblings had gone for holidays. They'll be back by Sunday asking her if she got the job or not.

"How did I get entangled with that freak of a Nathan, anyway?" she yelled to herself. Well, it's done, she decided to shove it like a bad dream.

~~~

Nathan stood in front of the door. What was he thinking? He had overdone it when he should have known better. This was past his mission. He went really past it this time.

Stephanie hasn't always been the easy type but he would get her finally. He had to win the bet or he'd be giving a ten million dollars to the twins.

What made her worth a ten million dollars even? Why did he show them her picture? He quietly went back to his chair and slumped in it.

Feelings of rejection filled his heart. What if she never spoke to him again?

Why did he try flirting when he was so bad at it! And she wasn't the girl who smiled to such either. He'd known her for few months already.

He brought out his phone to check a message that had buzzed in earlier. It was from Capricorn, a spy he had on Stephanie.

"I found her home, boss. Eagle eye's estate. The estate is up for sale, owned by your dog, Chess".

Nathan smiled at the message. He bet Stephanie would be doubting that he was really a business man, she'd never believe he was a CEO.

He jumped from the chair and arranged his hair backwards. Time to go sly on some measly human.

Chapter Two – the dead girl.

Outside the house, his car engine was revving. Nathan sighed, walking towards his driver, Whistle, who gave him a knowing look.

"I saw Stephanie storm out, you under estimated her. Your plan failed, didn't it?" Whistle smirked.

"Rub it on my face later. Now, drive to Daisy street at Lock Chain estate. It's time to execute my backup plan" Nathan shoved an address on Whistle's face.

The middle aged driver sighed tiredly and began driving. He arrived in front of the estate and Nathan jumped out of the car before he began receiving lectures.

"This plan would work. I'd get Stephanie. And I'd get the cash" Nathan said to himself, bouncing to the estate manger's office.

"Hello, Mr. Nathan" the estate manager, Chess, greeted with a ninety degrees bow. Nathan flung his hair dramatically but didn't greet back.

"What do you need, sir?" a female secretary asked Nathan as he sat on her Manager's chair.

Nathan rolled his eyes. She must be new here. If she knew who he was, she'd scamper anyway to ensure she didn't get fired.

The manager, closing the office door Nathan left open, made a waving, signaling the secretary to leave. With that, she briskly walked away.

"How much is this estate?".

The manager, taken aback, repeated Nathan's question, "How much is this estate?".

Nathan looked up at him.

"Oh" the manager gasped. He began scratching his head nervously.

"You can't... I mean, do you want to buy it?" he stammered, "It's not for sale now as some folks plan to partner and buy it, sir".

He stopped scratching and consciously avoided Nathan's glare.

"And so?" Nathan sounded calm. Despite the intensity of his glares.

"Well,... I can't really turn them down. But you can bid for the property. Pay double the price" the manager had just remembered that.

Lucky him that he came up with such an idea because no one tells CEO Nathan a flat no with no other options.

One can as well say bye-bye to big connections as he'd spoil your business image as incompetent. He was that powerful.

Nathan sat in silence. If his father knew that he wasted the company's money buying an estate just to get a girl for a bet, he'd skin him alive.

Either ways, didn't his father always say buying houses were investments? An estate should be an even bigger investment.

"Triple it. I'm buying" he slammed his hand on a table, jolting Chess. The small man nodded continuously, a greedy grin playing on his lips.

Nathan strutted out of the office and walked into his car. Whistle raised his brow at him from the rear mirror.

"What?"

"Should I drive you somewhere? From your facial expression you have done something you'd regret" Whistle smirked.

Nathan pouted, slowly closing his eyes. He pointed ahead at the road. Whistle started the car and drove ahead.

"Stop at house 46. Where Stephanie lives".

Whistle frowned. Was he still going on with the bet? He watched him from the rear mirror again and found Nathan smiling to himself.

The elderly man smiled, perhaps the young man was going on with the bet for other reasons.

~~~

Stephanie found herself threading down a dark road. She struggled to take herself out of the dream but she couldn't.

It always ended the same way, seeing a dead child. She ran to the door knob and tried pushing it. It was warm as if someone had walked in.

It was the first time she was running down the road, she usually just strolled. She peeked in and saw something she hadn't seen before.

A woman strangling a little girl. The girl kept fighting and fighting, dragging the woman's hands off. "Leave her alone" Stephanie yelled.

She seemed to be a ghost from another world as she could barely hear her own voice and the knocking on the door didn't make a sound.

The girl stopped fighting, letting her hands fall. The woman then uses a knife and slits her throat. Stephanie is shuddered by the sight.

Why does she always dream of this? Why does it ways end like this! She came earlier but couldn't do anything.

She felt herself returning to consciousness. She waited, looking back at the girl. She never looked back before. And saw something strange.

The girl rose her head, holding her neck in pain. She jumped down from the bed she was on and wiped off her bloodied neck, wincing.

Stephanie was astounded. She expected the girl dead after the strangles and cut on her neck. The girl fell on her bed, curling herself, crying.

Stephanie tried again bursting into the room but it didn't open. That child needed help. She not dying only meant she was a survivor.

She was the same age as Stephanie's younger twin siblings and it bothered Stephanie. A bang on another door made Stephanie jump.

It was coming from outside her dream world. She didn't want to leave just yet till she, at least, spoke with the child. But she was drawn out.

She yelled out of her dream, frustrated and sprang from her bed to her door. It better not be the newspaper man or the milk delivery boy.

Coming closer to the door, she felt her knees weakening. What were they scared off? She reached for a bat and held unto it.

Slapping the door open, she saw Nathan outside of it. She raised her bat to hit him but he fell backwards to the ground.

She was confused but amused, so much for his strong demeanor. Suddenly, a flash of memory came to her.

The same way that Nathan fell was how the little girl in her dreams died. And with the bloody slit on her throat had Nathan's own scar!

She stumbled backwards as Nathan stood up. "Woman! Don't do that again! I almost died" he barked. His forehead creased in anger.

Whistle stifled in his laughter watching them, he stopped laughing seeing Stephanie's scared and shocked expression.

Nathan noticed it as well and cleared his throat, "Yes, I bet you're surprised to see me" his voice was deep with rhythm, "But I'm here anyways".

Exhaling and inhaling twice, Stephanie adjusted her stance, holding her bat firmly, "Are you really a business owner or pervert?".

Nathan scoffed but he deserved it. He brought out his personal card void of his CEO status but it had his family name.

"Nathan Squeal. Fine, you're for real but are you a business owner?" Stephanie asked again, "And why'd you ask me to sit on...".

"I'm sorry. It came out wrong. I still have a job offer for you. Can we walk to my car?" Nathan interrupted, pointing at his car, parked.

She swallowed her remaining words, put on some slippers and shuffled towards the car. The car looked expensive.

Was it going to trap her in? Then she gets driven to a slaughter house. She gave him a threatening look but somehow, she trusted him.

Chapter Three – He never grew up.

Nathan cleared his throat before handing her a file. She smiled, finally something professional but her shoulders slumped.

"To be your bed warmer? $1000 a day" she read the file in her hands. She grinned, turning to Nathan. He grinned back.

But a slap to his face wiped it all off. Whistle scrunched his face, mentally feeling Nathan's pain. But he knew the young man enjoyed it.

"So you are a pervert, eh? To think I opened up my financial problems to you!" Stephanie pulled her hair. How did she get into this?

Nathan tapped on the file she held. She looked at where he tapped and saw another option.

"Or be my secretary at the Pure Silver Company for $25,000 a month?!".

Her jaw dropped. What's did he mean? Nathan brought out a card and waved it on her face. That was his business card. Her body went cold.

She was with the CEO of Pure Silver Company. One of the biggest perfume brands in the world. And she just slapped their CEO?!

She gulped down air, "Nathan. So you are..." she trailed looking back at the file. She took the pen besides it and ticked the second option.

Nathan smirked, "You'd start your job by this coming Monday then". She nodded silently.

There was something about the smirk on his face, and even if she knew it meant trouble, she wasn't backing out of that sweet job.

Whistle gave her an encouraging nod and she smiled at the man. She sat in the car for a while, trying to take in everything.

"Or do you want to start now. It's Thursday, should I drive you there?" Nathan snapped her out. She shook her head, running out of the car.

Nathan chuckled but it turned to a pout. He wished she'd let him drive her. Before she got in the house, he stuck his head out and shouted.

"Hey, I'd pick you myself on Monday" seeing her angry face, he added, "I need to show you around early. It's in the policy you signed".

Stephanie froze. She didn't read the goddamn file and just signed it. She tried returning back to the car but Whistle sped off immediately.

"Hey, pervert!" she yelled after them, "If there's any lewd stuff in there, I won't do it. I wouldn't do it even if I signed it" she dragged her hair more.

Headache pangs started filtering in and she shuffled her feet back to her home. On the plus side, she just got a job at Pure Silver Company.

Her siblings wouldn't be disappointed when they returned home. Hopping back to her room, she sang a rhyme she always used to know.

That was her victory song, along with a small dance. Her phone, on her bed, beeped and she fell down on the bed, sprawling her hands to it.

"Yes girls, I got the job. Don't worry when you return by Sunday, you'd give me a hairdo for my first day. Love you. Say hi to mom for me. Bye".

She cut the line and smiled. And her siblings would be proud of her, another plus.

She could also get enough cash for her dad's hospital bills. Yet another plus. Not to forget the honor of working at such a prestigious place.

The only minus would be, having that perverted soul as a boss. But she's Stephanie Wills, she can handle all those men.

Boys knew she never played their game. After her family comes money, and more money. Love is nineteenth down her most important things.

She's twenty-two and had her head high like a damn queen. She paid the bills, her dad was sick and mom retired. And they deserved to rest.

At Pure Silver Pack, The Main Pack Mansion.

Nathan sneaked steadily into his mother's room just before she walked in. He gently opened her cupboard but left it half open.

He tiptoed to her bed and ruffled the sheets, piling pillows under. Then finally hides inside her bathroom. His mother walked in.

Her eyes got hold of the ruffled sheets and pile and she smirked. She crept closer before she froze. Her son wouldn't be this easy.

She noticed the half opened cupboard and nodded, as she shouted, opening it, another shout, from the bathroom, made her jump.

She fell, with her butt, to the ground, her fangs and claws already flying from their places to attack whoever. She sighed seeing her son.

Nathan began laughing at his mother, he fell on the ground as well. The woman just sat there, staring at him. This child of hers never grew up.

"But it was funny, accept that" Nathan snickered, helping her up.

She shoved his hand gently, "I don't need help getting up. I am not weak or scared and I could have hurt you, you know" she rolled her eyes.

Even if he wasn't a wolf like her other children, he still gave her more trouble than any of them did. He always did this since he was eight.

And her wolf hearing, why didn't she hear anything when it came to him? And he was so discreet and cunning? Like it was his specialty.

"Why are you quiet? Are you planning on how to repay me? Save your time. It won't work" he played with her hands as they laid on her bed.

She gasped and began pouring out all the things she did for the day to him. He was her chat buddy now her mate was in Europe.

She wondered if he ever got bored of her old stories and why he never had friends of his own. She sat up, posturing like a concerned mother.

"The company is fine if that's what you want to ask" Nathan didn't bother rise from the bed.

"Well, you are doing good with the company. Your sister was right to let you handle it while she handled the pack".

Nathan smiled contentedly, at least what she wanted to say wasn't about the company. No one noticed the buildings he just bought for the bet.

"I want to talk about getting yourself a wife".

Nathan felt his head fall to his groin and try to force itself from the hole in his peñis. That what a weird reaction, but it was how he felt.

"Mom, apart from family, I can't touch a person. You know this. I don't even have a girlfriend and you want a wife?" was she kidding him?

She started an unrealistically long argument with him, denying his allegations, "You just don't like people but you can find the right one".

He stopped himself from scoffing so he wouldn't annoy her. His body was shivering and sweat beads were around his neck.

His mother noticed and touched him.

"Even speaking about touching a person makes my body shiver. Mother, except who my body voluntarily craves for, I can't touch anyone".

It was his curse, or better, an allergy. One he wasn't afraid to have. One that he had grown to accept. One that can only be changed by a girl.