by Siren Allen
Siren Allen Presents
The Creative Kitty
Kitty Chronicles
Table of Contents
Title Page
Note to the reader
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Thank You
Note to the reader
Thank you for purchasing, The Creative Kitty, part of the Kitty Chronicles. Each novella in this series is a short and sexy story that was created to tantalize you and expand your erotic imagination. I hope you enjoy each tale in this naughty little series.
Now, get ready to purr with Kang and Willow.
Prologue
Food and fucking, what else could a tom cat need?
He crept forward, sticking close to the wall of the structure. Wood, brick, concrete or plaster; it didn’t make a difference. As long as he found some delectable morsel to nibble on and a nice cute kitty to rut, everything in his world was paradise. A sharp sound rent the air.
Clatter!
Hmm, something must of fell. Or, maybe a nice fat rat...smaller mouse, is on the run for their life. Yum, a late dinner, or early breakfast. The amber glow of the rising sun was on the horizon, but the bright rays of the illuminating orb hadn’t quite broken through the darkness yet.
It was the best time to do any and all things fun and possibly illicit. He stopped. Fog hung low to the ground. The smell of rain was ripe in the air. Perhaps he should find shelter. He darted across the open space to the next building.
The door swung open with a squeal. Human legs stepped from beyond the clear barrier and he waited. He was unsure if he should scamper away or stay. Some humans were nice, others, not so much.
“Hello there.” The person crouched and slid gentle fingers through the fur along his spine.
He looked up at the human. Long hair. Brown skin. Curvy figure. This human was a female. She smiled down at him as she rubbed his black and gray fur.
“Where did you come from? Are you one of the stray cats Ms. Johnson likes to feed?”
No, Tom Cat purred.
The human didn’t understand him. They never understood him. Whoever this Ms. Johnson was, she sounded like someone he needed to rub up against. Maybe she’d give him some warm milk if he purred just right.
“You don’t look like one of her strays. You’re too pretty to be a stray. Where did you come from?”
The female sat down in a chair on her front porch. Tom Cat rubbed up against her legs, hoping she’d allow him inside for a quick snack. If she needed someone to chase mice out of her home, he was the cat for the job.
Tom Cat eyed her front door that was slightly ajar. It would be so easy to slip inside. Perhaps when she was no longer looking, he’d make a run for it. Right now, he was content with having her pet him.
“I’ve always wanted a pet. My roommates can’t agree on what to get. One wants a fish.”
Fish? Yum.
“The other wants a snake.”
Snake? Yuck.
“I think a cat would be perfect.”
She was right. Cats were perfect.
“Speaking of my roommates, there they are now,” the human said.
Tom Cat faced the street. One of those moving objects that carried humans around was coming toward the building. What had he heard them called? Cars! That was it. The car stopped. A door opened and two females exited the vehicle. The females stumbled in the direction of the human who was petting him.
“Just look at them, Mr. Cat,” his new human friend said. “They’re coming home drunk from a party. Again.”
The females were laughing as they approached the porch.
“Mr. Cat, they didn’t event invite me this time. Granted, I said no the last few times, I’d still like to get an invite though.”
“Willow, why are you still up?” The pale skinned female with black hair asked.
His human friend must be called Willow, because she was the one who replied.
“I couldn’t sleep, worried about you two.”
“We’re grown, Willow. You don’t have to worry about us. And if you had a man to keep you company, you wouldn’t worry about us so much,” the other female said. She had short hair and light brown skin. “Is that one of Ms. Johnson’s strays? Eww... why are you petting it?”
“Because it’s pretty.”
Good answer. Tom Cat purred and stared up at his new human friend.
“And he has beautiful green eyes,” Willow complimented him.
This one was a keeper.
“Don’t touch it,” the short haired female said. “It could have fleas.”
Fleas. He’d never had fleas a day in his life. What did she think he was, an alley cat?
“It doesn’t have fleas,” Willow defended him. “You two should go inside before the neighbors see you in your hoochie dresses.”
“Fuck them neighbors,” the pale female yelled. “They can kiss my...”
“Shh, before you wake the neighbors,” Willow spoke up. “Come on, let’s go inside. Bye Mr. Cat.” Willow patted his head again and stood up. The two females followed her inside. Tom Cat remained on the porch, watching, waiting for the perfect moment.
“Hey, Willow, did you get an email from Stephanie today?”
Willow paused, with her hand on the door knob. “I did. She knows I don’t answer work emails on the weekend.”
“Neither do I,” The short haired female said. “She’s probably just panicking again over Monday’s presentation.”
“She better not call me for help with her group’s presentation when we got our own group to worry about.” Willow said as she began to shut the door.
A gentle breeze blew. Tiny droplets of rain fell from the sky. He needed somewhere to sleep for the night. Tom Cat waited until Willow turned her back then he slipped inside, just before the door closed. His eyes darted left than right. Where to go? He darted behind the couch, unnoticed.
“I’m going to bed now,” Willow told her two friends. “Don’t wake me up in the morning. I’m sleeping in.”
“Yeah, yeah,” The short haired female replied.
A few moments later, all three females retreated to three separate rooms, leaving Tom Cat free to explore at his leisure. He was inside. If he remained hidden, he could probably stay there for a few days.
And the females who lived there seemed to live exciting lives. He couldn’t wait to see what trouble they go into. He had a feeling his stay there would be a thrilling one. Tom Cat yawned. He would just take a quick nap before he explored. He crawled underneath the couch and closed his eyes.
This was the life.
Chapter One
She should’ve checked her email Saturday.
If she had, she wouldn’t be sitting at her desk, with her mouth wide open in shock as she listened to the latest gossip being spread around the office. As the office gossiper, Stephanie, talked, Willow scanned her email again. It still said the same thing.
And it wouldn’t change, no matter how much she wished it so. The general manager of their cosmetics company had resigned. Why? Because of a scandal their PR department had tried to keep from going public. The idiot had been caught with an underage girl at a hotel.
“I always said Mr. Su was creepy,” Dezzah, Willow’s roommate, announced to the small group m
eeting privately at Willow’s desk. She had no idea why they always liked to gather around her desk when it was time to gossip.
Willow stared up at Dezzah. “Dez, what did I tell you about sitting on my desk? Get up. And you’ve never called Mr. Su creepy. You always called him a silver fox.”
“Did I?” Dez twirled a strand of her long black hair that made her already pale skin look even paler. “Well, I meant to say creepy.”
Yeah, right. Willow rolled her eyes.
“If Mr. Su steps down, who’s going to replace him?” Willow’s other roommate, Kizzy asked.
Willow and her roommates stared at Stephanie, who was also seated on the edge of Willow’s desk. Seriously, why did they all like to sit on her desk?
“If you all would’ve responded to my email this weekend, we could’ve talked about this then,” Stephanie pouted.
“Why didn’t you text one of us?” Dez asked.
“Duh. I don’t have your phone numbers, remember?”
Oh right. Willow refused to give anyone at the office her number. She didn’t want any of them calling or texting her, asking if she could work for them or switch days with them. Work was work. Outside of work, Willow didn’t talk to any of her co-workers.
Except for her besties, who were also her roommates and had been her roommates for the past ten years. Eventually, they’d all get their own places. For now, living together was cheap and fun.
“Why won’t the three of you give me your phone numbers?” Steph whined. “Everyone else in the marketing department has given me theirs.”
“I know,” Willow told her. “And they all complain about how often you text them.”
“I do not text them often.”
“I’ll ask them when they get here.” Willow stared down at her watch. “They should be here in about five minutes.”
Willow and her roommates always came to work early on days when they had a presentation. It was Willow’s job to set up the presentation room and make sure they had the materials they needed.
In the marketing department, there were three teams. Willow and her roommates called their team, Creative Creatures of the Night. All Dez’s idea. This would be their third presentation this month.
So far, none of their ideas for the summer campaign had been approved by their marketing director, Oliva Brauns. The bitch seemed to have it out for Willow and her team. Even though their ideas were good, she always chose the shitty ideas from one of the other teams.
Even Steph, who was part of one of the other teams, agreed that Willow’s ideas were better than others presented. Steph also thought Olivia had a grudge against Willow and her team, which was why Steph offered to help them with this campaign.
They didn’t need Steph’s help. This time, Willow was sure her team would impress Olivia. They’d worked hard on this campaign proposal. And they’d gotten there early and set up the power point presentation and the folders with all the info about their campaign.
Yeah, Willow was tired and sleepy, but she was ready. Getting up early was worth it if it led to their campaign getting approved. Her and her roomies had an excuse for being in the office at this time of morning.
Stephanie, not so much. She’d only shown up early to gossip with them. But even the biggest gossiper in the company didn’t have the information Willow needed.
“Stephanie, you’re the office gossiper. How is it that you don’t know who’s going to replace Mr. Su?” Dez asked.
“I spent my entire weekend calling people, trying to figure out who the new GM would be. No one knows. Oh, wait. Tyler is walking over to the time clock. I’ll go ask him.”
Stephanie hopped off Willow’s desk and strutted across the room as fast as she could in those six-inch red heels she was wearing. As soon as she was out of hearing range, Dez and Kizzy turned to Willow.
“Don’t even say it...” Willow started. They said it anyway.
“What if they send in ‘he who must not be named’?” Dez asked.
“What if he’s already on a plane heading to the States?” Kizzy added.
Just the thought of him being on a plane heading to the States made Willow nervous.
“I’m sure they’re not going to send him. He’s too busy running the Korean Royal Cosmetics office. He’s the Vice President there. Why would he come here to replace a GM. That’s beneath him.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Dez tapped her chin. “They just launched a new cologne over there. We’re not launching ours over here until next month. He’s probably busy with that.”
“Plus, if he was on his way here, my mother would’ve called and told me. Or, his mother would’ve called and told me. Both of them would’ve made sure I had a heads up. They wouldn’t just throw me under the bus like that.”
“Well if Kang isn’t going to be the replacement, then who....”
“Nooo...” Willow groaned, interrupting Dez.
“What?” Dez shrugged.
“You said Kang’s name,” Kizzy told Dez.
Willow covered her face with her hands.
“Oops, I just said it too. I’m sorry,” Kizzy apologized. “I meant to say he who must not be named.”
Willow shook her head. They knew how much she hated hearing his name. And they knew she had a superstitious fear that if his name was uttered three times, he would appear. Just like Bloody Mary or Candy Man.
The last time they’d talked about him had been last year. They’d foolishly said his name over three times in one day during an argument over who had the worst luck with men. The next day, he appeared in the States for his mom’s birthday party.
He never came to her parties. He always sent her an expensive gift. Willow was sure he came that year because they’d conjured him up by saying his name three times. She refused to let that happen again.
She took a deep breath and released it slowly then lowered her hands from her face and stared at her roommates. “It’s okay. His name was only said twice this time. As long as it isn’t said a third...”
“Kang. Kang Kyung-Jun. That’s his name.”
Willow glared over her shoulder. “Who said that?” She yelled, heart racing.
Stephanie raced over to Willow’s desk. “The new interim GM is going to be the boss’s oldest son, Kang Kyung Jun. I told y’all I would find out. They don’t call me the Gossip Queen for nothing.”
Dez and Kizzy gasped. Willow felt like she’d been kicked in the gut. His name had been uttered four times. Four! He was definitely coming. There was nothing she could do to stop it. He would replace Mr. Su. But why? Why him?
Why not let someone from the U.S office replace Mr. Su? Why did it have to be her former childhood friend, a male she’d grown up with, went to primary school and then college with?
A male who’d nicknamed her Kitten, because he said her eyes reminded him of cat eyes. A male she’d stayed up with late at night in college, studying and eating Ramen noodles?
A male who knew all her dreams and aspirations. He was the only person she’d ever shared her ideas of her dream home with. Why was he the only person she shared that with? Because her dream home idea was a silly one. Her dream home would have six bedrooms.
One for her, one for Kang, one for his mom, one for her mom, and the other two would belong to Dez and Kizzy. It was a childish dream, but she wanted to make sure the people she loved always had a place to stay.
After her father and her mother divorced, Willow and her mom had almost lost their home. She’d heard her mom crying at night, praying that she and her daughter didn’t end up homeless on the street.
Though she never shared it with anyone, that period of time had traumatized her. She hadn’t even told Kang about it. Because he would’ve tried to do something about it. And what could he have done?
Nothing. But, back then, he’d been her hero. And heroes always tried to help. Always. Kang had been the only man in her life who always tried to make things right for her. The man who always stayed by her side.
A man who later decided to confess his feelings to her, only to have her reject him because she’d only thought of him as a brother? Now, he was a man who hated her with every fiber of his being and who hadn’t wanted his mother to hire her four years ago?
Why did he have to be the one who replaced Mr. Su? And why hadn’t anyone notified her of this? Her mother and Madam Kang had some explaining to do. Standing up, Willow snatched her cell phone up from her desk.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she whispered, before turning and walking away.
She didn’t miss the expressions on the faces of those she left behind. Both Dez and Kizzy looked just as shocked as she did. She’d known the two of them since high school. They understood the issue with her and Kang. They knew how bad this was. Stephanie, however, looked elated.
“I’ve seen his pictures on our website,” Willow heard Stephanie say. “Did you know, his mom is Korean and his dad is Chinese? I guess that makes him Kornese, or maybe Chinean.”
“Don’t do that,” Kizzy said, rolling her eyes.”
Steph shrugged. “I’m just saying. He’s so dreamy. I wonder if he has a girlfriend?”
“Shut up, Steph,” Dez ordered. “He’s out of your league.”
“Why? Because he’s the boss’s son?”
“No. Because he’s a jerk. And you’re nice. Jerks are in an entirely different league. It’s a league you want nothing to do with. Trust me? And don’t say his name around us again.”
“Why? Do you know him? I need the gossip. Tell me.”
“If you gossip about him, you’ll be fired. He’s the boss’s son.”
“Oh, right,” Steph said. “Damn.”
Willow increased her speed. When she made it to the bathroom, she quickly entered one of the stalls, then closed and locked the door behind her. Calm down, Willow. It’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.
She unlocked her phone then scrolled down until she found her mother’s number. Her mom answered on the third ring.
“Willow, it’s not as bad as you think,” her mother, Louise Thompson, rushed to say.
