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Dominated by the Wolf
Hot for Alpha
Hot for Two Alphas
Saved by the Alpha
Tempted by the Wolf
The Wolf's Curvy Midnight Appetite
The Wolf Loves My Curves
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“Bored.” I stare at the wall. It’s hard to explain why I feel this way. It certainly doesn’t help that I’m waiting--waiting for my new man to get on the phone and finally call me already. It just seems like he’s intentionally leading me on like this, making me wait ‘til it’s after midnight (always after midnight) before he finally gets in touch.
And it’s always a booty call...
It’s not that I don’t mind. He’s everything that I like in a guy, although I’ve been contemplating lately whether he’s “everything” I want in a genuine relationship. If not, he’s literally just eye candy...and a formidable lover, if part-time.
I just can’t make up my mind.
My phone buzzes, right on cue.
“I need to see you,” I read off the screen.
Just like that. No affection, no explanation.
Kurt isn’t a particularly emotive, expressive guy. I’ll admit, he’s barely verbal. He’s a much more...physical creature. It’s like, he’s got this incredible primal energy that really helps him express himself through body language, so he can actively avoid having to use petty words to describe his nature.
I check the time. Of course it’s almost one in the morning. I close my eyes for a moment, thinking about whether or not I mind being treated like a Friday night booty call. Any other guy I’d say no, but...Kurt? There’s something special about him.
I won’t lie, I like him a lot. We’ve been going out three weeks, so it’s not like I’m going to drop the L-bomb on him anytime soon. That’s just ridiculous. But he tells me he’s looking for something meaningful with the right girl, and so I think: Let her be me. I want it to work.