The Secret Wolf

CHLOE

I got rejected by another publishing company and the best thing I do is go to the bar to get drunk. I don't do this, most times I just go to my apartment and I begin to weep but today I'm at the bar drinking my sorrows away.

"Josh!" I yell the bartender's name, at least I think that's his name. Even though it's not his name it's not in his job description to say it isn't all he has to do is serve me alcohol.

He runs in my direction. He's cute but he's not my type, maybe it's because he sounds like Justin Bieber, and I hate Justin Bieber.

He has blond hair, blue eyes, and nice lips but his voice? Ew.

I shake my empty glass on his face.

"Another vodka please," I yell at the top of my voice, I have to because the music in this club is loud as hell. He gets the same bottle of vodka as if the bottle was preserved for me. He pours it into my glass and I smile at him not because I'm being flirty but because he's a great bartender. I drink from it and I feel less shitty than I was three hours ago when they rejected my work.

"Your story is too bland." The old man said, I felt like strangling the life out of him but I couldn't do that because I didn't want to get a bad reputation.

So instead of throwing tantrums, I went to the club and I had a few drinks, okay I had a lot of drinks. I also feel like dancing, but I also don't want to. I rest my head on the table and I spot a man by the right staring at me, he raises his glass and he has that stupid smirk on his face. He probably wants to have sex with me, not tonight douche.

He's not my type in any way, he's bald, has a lot of body hair and his beard looks dirty. I won't be surprised if he has a body odor as well, I hope he doesn't come near me.

He gestures for Josh to attend to him. This is the part where he buys me a drink and I'm right because Josh the handsome guy who sounds like Justin Bieber drops a glass of martini in front of me I raise my head and I look at him. He has such beautiful blue eyes, maybe I should forget about the fact that he sounds like Justin and just have sex with him, with his mouth shut, of course, I don't want it to look like I'm having sex with Justin Bieber and not him.

I nod at the Justin Bieber wannabe, as a way of thanking him then I look at the man, and I smile at him. I don't want to be rude but I also don't want this man's company right now. I had a shitty day and I just want to be left alone, is that too hard to ask? He gets up from his stool and walks toward me. What the heck? Why is he coming right here? I don't care about the martini anymore I just want to go home.

"Hey, beautiful." He says, his breath reeks of alcohol. I bet mine does too but you don't see me approaching anyone. Yes, I know I'm beautiful I'm a beautiful blonde that every man would love to bang. But still! Jesus, men and their dumb needs.

"Hey," I say quietly faking a smile. I hope he catches up to my discomfort and goes away.

"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be all alone at a club you know. Don't you need company?" No, I do not need company and I didn't ask for it either I just want to go home now. And that's what I tell him.

"Oh come on!" He yells, THIS MAN'S BREATH STINKS! He walks closer to me and I immediately grab my pink bag with pages of my rejected book in it.

"I really need to go." I walk away from him but he grabs my hand. I think I'm a little bit sober now. I struggle to get him to leave me alone and when he doesn't budge I decide to make a scene. Before I scream a man's voice cuts me off.

"Hey!" He yells. I turn to meet the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. He's so beautiful even more beautiful than Josh and he doesn't sound like Bieber. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and I can see his muscles right now. He's wearing a black shirt and sweat pants with sneakers. Man, is that a bulge I'm seeing, or am I just drunk?

He looks my age, or older. Not that I should care about his age though.

The creepy man is still holding me, so I improvise.

"Sweetie! You came to get me." I say in a sing-song voice trying hard to make it look believable and voila it works. The creepy guy with bad breath and body hair leaves me alone. I move closer to the guy and I feel safer with him already.

"Sorry." The man says. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend."

"Even if she didn't have a boyfriend you wouldn't have left her?" The handsome guy asks, it sounds more like a demand than a question. He also smells fresh too. I love it, I love him. Woah! Maybe I should calm down, I mean I just met the guy.

The man doesn't answer so the handsome stranger scoffs he takes my hand and we head out away from the loud music, alcohol, and creepy-ass men. The breeze slaps me on the face and I become sober immediately. Geez, I don't remember the last time I got drunk.

Oh, I do, it was freshman year of college and I accidentally got drunk at a party and I ended up having sex with my roommate's hot boyfriend. My roommate found out and she didn't talk to me for a whole year.

I was also labeled as a slut on campus people forgot about my mistake immediately Freshman year came to an end. I still regret doing that to her. I wonder how she's doing, I wonder if this hot man likes me. I sure am not gonna tell him about what I did to my roommate at all. He'd think I'm a slut as well, and I won't blame him.

"Do you have a ride or can I take you home?" He asks.

"Mmh? Oh yeah, yeah you can take me home, you can take me anywhere." I stop talking. Oh no, I'm still a little bit drunk he giggles he found that funny and not crazy. Hmm, interesting.

"Come on, I'll show you where my car is." I follow him to a black BMW and my mouth almost drops. A serial killer can't have fancy cars, right? He opens the door to the front seat for me and I blush and I get in. Serial killers also aren't gentlemen. I don't know! I don't watch serial killer documentaries on Netflix I'm a romance kind of girl, I love romance but I can't provide a nice groundbreaking romance novel to get published.

Ugh! You know what, I'm not giving up I'm going to keep my head up high and I'm going to write another book one they'll love. I can't give up now, I won't give up.

The hunk is in the car and he closes the door then he faces me.

"Are you sober enough to direct me to your house?" He asks and I nod, all I want to do is kiss him, that's what I want to do right now. He starts the car and then we drive off. I turn to face the window and I spot that creepy man staring at us. Gee, weird much?

I don't want to think about what would have happened if this handsome man didn't come to my rescue. Why am I being dramatic? Nothing would have happened. I would have made a scene and people would have chased that man away.

Or, I would have kicked him on his balls, which gets men falling to their knees.

I'm home, we're by the tall building and we're just sitting in the car, quiet. I'm looking at the building but I don't know what he's looking at, is he looking at me perhaps?

"I live upstairs," I say without looking at him.

"You want me to help you up?"

Hmm, a tall handsome stranger escorting me to my apartment. Is that a good idea? Will Ms. Minnie my next-door neighbor make googly eyes at him? Of course, she will, let's just pray she won't come out of her house that's if her stupid cat doesn't go missing.

"Sure," I say, then he gets out of the car. I'm about to open the door but he opens it for me. Jesus, how'd he get here so fast? I walk out of the car and he shuts the door. I awkwardly stand close to him. How can a man be this beautiful? I've never seen anything like it, he's like a mythical creature. I've had my fair share of crushes but they were all douchebags. I also had a boyfriend in my junior year of high school and he didn't really like me all he wanted to do was have sex with me because I was one of the hottest girls in school. Dumbass.

We're by the door of my apartment and I'm bringing out my keys. I'm dressed in a pink floral blouse, a black suit, pants, and high heels. I dressed formally today just to be rejected. I need to get that rejection off my mind and woman up. A lot of famous authors got rejected at first. Why should I be an exception? It's pretty normal for my work to get rejected.

I'm staring at the brown welcome home mat as I turn the lock. I'm doing it slowly so he doesn't leave, I also walk into my apartment slowly and I turn to him. He has that cute smile on his face. He looks like a model, if he is I would like to go to his IG account and stalk him, or better what if he's a pornstar? Then I'll have to get his name and Google it, just to be sure.

"Thank you," I say to him.

"It was not a problem." He says and we stare at each other for a long time. God, he's so beautiful, does he think the same way about me too? I hope so.

"Alright, goodnight." He's about to leave but then I have a nasty idea.

"Wait!" I yell and he turns around to face me. I don't know what else to say but. "stay." I place my hand on him, and he looks at it and looks back at me. I hope he doesn't think I'm crazy.

NATHAN

     When I saw her walk out of that building I knew I had to know her. I've never wanted anyone this way in my life, she had my full attention and she didn't even try to. She looked sad, disappointed, and hopeless. She's a writer so I assumed her work got rejected so when she got out of the building I followed her to see what she'd do next.

No, I'm not a stalker. I just saw a beautiful blonde girl with glassy blue eyes and decided to follow her. I guess that's the definition of stalking, but still, I couldn't help myself she was just so beautiful to ignore.

When I saw her drinking in the bar I knew that the rejection hit her hard. I watched as she sorrowfully took a vodka so quickly. She looked like she hadn't had alcohol in years, if she became drunk she would forget that she even went to the person that was supposed to publish her work. I wanted to go console her, I wanted to tell her that being rejected was normal. I'm not a writer but I know a lot of successful writers got rejected in their time.