An Impulsive Moment
SEBASTIAN. One week later and we are finally at the long -awaited business
meeting. Through the large windows, I can see the snow covered mountains in
the distance. This place is beautiful, but not as beautiful as the sassy redhead
sitting before me.
Seated around an oval table as everyone here gets their chance to show what
they have to offer. There are only five companies that have made it this far and,
of course, I pushed my way in with my reputation alone.
But I’m only here for Zaia, however, I’m glad I came, because I wasn’t expecting
the Harrison heir to be here…
He had a rather poor reputation tainted with accusations of assault, possession
and supplying drugs and for his party going sideways. Kyle Harrison is a man in
his mid-twenties.
It’s obvious his father brought him here in an attempt to show him the ropes of
the business, but it’s not fucking working. He looks bored and tired and wasn’t
even hiding it until Zaia stepped through the doors and now he has his eyes
glued on her.
“Thank you, Mr Oscar.” The Client, Mr Keith Harrison, a billionaire with several
strings of businesses beneath him, says. There are only three companies left to
give their presentations.
One is the sleazy bastard seated not far from me who has his eyes stuck on
Zaia’s breasts and it’s fucking pissing me off… but he isn’t as obvious as Kyle
Harrison. Then, there’s the Toussaints, and the Kings left to give our
presentations.
Zaia is seated on the opposite side of the table and a little down from me. She’s
wearing a soft blush blouse which is 2/12 tucked into her high white pencil skirt,
and I can’t fucking say I’m not checking her out either…
I can see the lace outline of her bra beneath her shirt that’s ever so slightly sheer.
The hint of cleavage is fucking enticing too…
Her hair is put up in a sophisticated bun, with small earrings and the entire dirty
fantasy about fucking her on this very table is made worse by the pair of glasses
she’s wearing. A fashion statement, but one that just makes my mind fall in the
gutter.
I’m sure I’m not the only one fantasising about her right now, but she’s mine, not
theirs. “Ms Toussaint,” Keith says, smiling at her. The corners of his eyes crinkle.
The Harrisons are humans, and proof that humans age faster is clear from the
man. who is probably around the same age as my own father. “Thank you, Mr
Harrison.” She responds. softly, yet clearly, gathering up her iPad and files.
She gives him a smile, one he returns, one that’s a little too friendly for my liking.
She stands up and my eyes dip to her perky peach of an ass as she makes her
way to the front of the table. Unable to deny that the way it moves only sends a
strong wave of pleasure through me. Now that’s the only kind of peach I want to
sink my teeth into. Luckily for me, it means she’s now standing at a point where I
can get an even better view of her.
She’s one of three women in the room and although I know she’s an excellent
businesswoman, she looks far too fucking gorgeous to be here.
She’s confident, graceful and to the point as she delivers the Toussaint’s plan if
they were to get the project.
She deserves the job. Her approach is new, different and definitely very efficient.
But I also realise that regardless of how good her business strategy is, the
younger Harrison will give her the job.
I can see it in his eyes, the way he’s lusting over her, and it’s obvious that his
father is simply happy he’s taking an interest in the job. Not realising he’s more
interested in the woman.
If this partnership didn’t mean so much to Zaia, I would have intervened, but
instead, I sit here, trying to contain my rage as Kyle Harrison eye-fucks her as he
watches her speak. Keith listens to her with full attention as I watch his fucking
sleazeball of a son.
Zaia is halfway through her presentation, pointing out some factors on her slide
when I see his hand slip under the table and I realise exactly what the fuck he’s
doing, he’s touching himself, getting off at the sight of her.
He might try to be fucking discreet, but I’m not fucking stupid. I look away, my
heart racing in anger, not even realising I’ve snapped the pen in my hand.
“Mr King?” Keith asks, “Are you alright?”
I glance up. Everyone but the bastard is looking at me. He’s too busy looking at
Zaia and imagining God fucking knows what.
“Perfectly,” I say through gritted teeth. “Well do continue Ms Toussaint, we will
take a short break after your presentation,” Keith says with a gesture of his hand.
“Of course. Thank you, Mr Harrison.” Zaia says. She glances at me, concern in
her eyes before she turns back to the screen.
I turn my attention back to the sleazeball. His track record for being a fuck boy
with a questionable past is something I know of. It is Keith Harrison who handles
all business deals. I was not expecting him here or in any way involved with the
business. I don’t want Zaia working around him.
I don’t know how I made it through the meeting without losing my shit and when I
get to the bathroom; I splash water on my face, trying to calm the anger within
me.
“All ok Alpha?” Daniel, my assistant, asks, “Yeah,” I growl. “Get out.” I’m about to
turn the tap off when the door opens, and a few men enter, laughing.
“Did you see her ass? Who wants to bet I’ll have her by the end of this week?”
Kyle’s fucking voice comes, and I know exactly who he was talking about. “I think
by the end of the day, redheads are said to be fun.” One of his cronies snickers.
Don’t lose your shit, Sebastian…
Walk.
My eyes are blazing as I make my way over to the door, but it’s his next words
that snap the last threads of my self-restraint.
“Think she’ll be up for anal? Who cares? I like to surprise them, and by then it’s
too damn late!” He asks them, before bursting into laughter.
Daniel is standing outside, and he’s pale, clearly having heard the conversation.
Four of Harrison’s guards stand here and I simply walk past them as Daniel
follows me.
“Kill the lights,” I mutter through my earpiece, turning, and walking down the
corridor. “Alpha? Is everything ok?” Another one of my men’s voices comes back.
“Do it. Now.” I command quietly, passing the second set of his bodyguards.
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Alpha…” Daniel mutters, but I ignore

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him. “Go to the meeting room now,” I
command him, giving him no option
but to leave. I turn the corner,
assessing the security cameras at
every corner, before I slip out of sight,
waiting for my command to be
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My eyes are blazing silver, my claws are out and all I want to do is beat that
sleazeball with everything I fucking have. It’s a few minutes before the entire
building blacks out, and the alarm goes off.
Smirking, I turn swiftly and head back the way to the bathroom. No one says that
about my woman and gets away with it. A few red lights are flashing as someone
shouts why the generator hasn’t kicked in.
Well done, boys. There are shouts as security tries to secure the building and I
silently sneak past the first set of Harrison’s bodyguards without even being
noticed. Like a thief in the night.
The perks of being a werewolf…
I spot the bastard outside the bathroom arguing with four more security guards.
“Please, Mr Harrison, we need to stay on alert until everything is checked.”
“It’s just a fucking power trip… big fucking deal.” He shoves the man blindly,
walking towards me, unseeing as he takes his chances.
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Move it, man!” He curses one of his
men. I smirk, staying in the shadows.
The place is pitch black save for the
flashlight one of the guards is
carrying and I lean back against the
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“Please, sir!”
“Go fuck yourself, Weasel!” he curses, rounding the corner and stumbling right
over my feet. “Two minutes Alpha.” My man’s voice comes through the earpiece.
I know I don’t have the time to drag this out … reaching down; I lift him to his feet
before I punch him across the face. Damn hard.
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I deliver a second punch, this time
letting go of him and he goes
stumbling back roughly, hitting the
opposite wall. The satisfaction
crunch of something breaking is like
music to my ears and I quickly move
away, knowing the lights will be on
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A grunt and groan of pain escapes him as he slumps to the ground. I can hear
the shouts of his men. I want to threaten him, but I don’t want this pointing back
at Zaia.
I need to get back to my spot before they spot me, or worse, the lights come
back on. I now feel a little better. I fix my jacket and collar, sleeking back my hair.
Time to get back to that meeting… because there’s no way I’m going to let Zaia
work with a fucker like him, even if it means I have to take this deal from her.