Romance: My Bear Boss: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Paranormal Shifter Romance)

by Ashley Hunter

  Then the crowd collectively gasped. I vowed to myself not to open my eyes again but I knew that I wasn’t strong enough. I knew that I had to see, that I had to look for myself what had happened; what fate the stars had brought on me?

  I slowly opened my eyes and there stood Damien, in human form, in the middle of the circle of fire, towering over the body of Jacob, who had also turned human but was still not moving.

  I had an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me, like when someone steps into a warm shower for the first time. Damien took a few steps towards my cage, limping a little, but his face smiled, amid all the blood and wounds.

  Then I was engulfed by darkness.

  VII.

  I woke up in a clean and tidy room, and for once it was light when I woke up. As my eyes got used to the light, things were thrown in sharp focus. I suddenly realized that I was in my apartment. How did I get here?

  My heart sank. A crushing possibility reared its head from the gallows of my soul: it was all a dream. Everything, from Damien to the bears to the pit of fire to the evil bear king, everything was a dream.

  Now that I thought about it for a moment, I realized it couldn’t be anything but a dream. I chided myself for being naïve enough to believe in something as far-fetched as half-human, half-bear hybrids existed.

  Then the door opened and Damien walked in, his face covered in cuts and bandages but otherwise he looked fine. I was too stunned for words and it seemed as if he was too. Without saying anything, he leaned in where I was sitting up on the bed and kissed me hard on the lips.

  I closed my eyes. It was all real. I was reveling in the concreteness of all this, his touch, his scent, his body against mine, He broke the kiss, though I was very reluctant.

  “I had been waiting to do that for some time now,” he smiled.

  I grazed his face with my fingers, as if to convince myself that it actually was him, here in flesh, in my arms.

  “What happened? How did I get here?”

  “Jacob is gone,” Damien said in a low voice.

  “I know. I remember that much, though for a moment there I thought it was a dream.”

  “It wasn’t,” he said, soft still and I knew that he was thinking about the fight and it scared him too.

  “Well, I was coming to get you but then you fell down. Apparently, all that had happened drained your energy. Your body just gave up but your mind, now that’s a different story.”

  “How long have been I out?” I asked, now worried as to what had transpired that I had fainted for so long.

  “Oh, don’t worry. Not long. 24 hours or more maybe. It just felt like an eternity to me. That’s all.”

  I smiled and without further ado, kissed Damien. I was still smiling when I kissed him and the sensation was much different. Soon the kissing got way out of proportion as our hands started moving on each other’s body. Damien had his hand on my breast but he suddenly stopped.

  “We can’t, baby,” he said, slightly out of breath and red all over. “The doctor will be here any minute.”

  “I don’t care,” I said and pulled him to me again, pressing his hand against my breast. I will never get used to this feeling.

  His other hand was roaming on my waist.

  “The curves…of your body…rewrite history,” he said, his sentence punctured by the intense killing. He was now lying on top of me, both of us still clothed, which was looking more and more like an inconvenience.

  “Hey, you stole that from Dorian Gray,” I laughed.

  “Everyone steals,” he said and we resumed our kissing.

  He had unbuttoned a couple of buttons on the front of my shirt and his fingers were travelling on my bare flesh. I moaned, my teeth biting into his hard shoulder.

  “Baby, baby,” he said. “We can’t. Really. The doctor is really coming.”

  I sighed.

  “Let him look at me like that. It will be evidence enough that I am healthy.”

  He looked at me for a second and burst out laughing.

  “You’re funny,” he said and started kissing me in earnest while removing his shirt.

  It never got old: the view of him removing his shirt. I gawked at his body like a teenage and placed my hands on his abs. He took my hands and kissed them, his eyes pouring into mine.

  Soon, our clothes were thrown on the floor and this was where I felt most at peace: in his arms, looking into his eyes and his lips smashed against mine.

  He moved his lips to my neck and I felt goose bumps rising all over my body. I moaned against his skin and sunk my teeth into his shoulder. It felt good, his hard skin against my lips. He gave a small sound, but I knew I loved it when he did that. My teeth left a small mark against his skin.

  “You’re feisty,” he said, his voice all musky.

  “You bet,” I said and continued my attack on his body.

  Just as the passion was at its peak, the whole mood was killed by a doorbell.

  “Boy, you weren’t kidding,” I sighed.

  He looked at me and started laughing. Then I did too. It wasn’t funny but we laughed nonetheless.

  He got out of bed and my eyes followed the muscles of his naked body.

  “Get dressed,” he said, throwing my clothes to me as he picked up his own. “I want you in your best condition tonight. It’s going to be a long one.”

  He winked at me and turned to open the door.

  ***

  BONUS PREVIEW OF “THE SHEIKH BEAR” BY ASHLEY HUNTER

  Chapter 1

  Elle Roberts wasn’t what you’d call a supremely confident woman. Granted, she was comfortable with her looks, she was comfortable with herself—but she wasn’t exactly the type to put herself out there.

  She lived her life in a small town growing up. The same people during elementary school became the people she knew throughout high school.

  She had one boyfriend, a sweet guy who loved art more than anything; it just took her some time to realize that the list that included ‘anything’ also included her.

  So when he told her he was going to a college far off to pursue his dream as an artist, she was broken hearted when he said he’d be going alone.

  Still, she didn’t want to appear pushy or clingy and so when he broke it off, Elle smiled, gave him a warm hug, and wished him luck. Not long after he left did she finally decide to leave that small town herself.

  There were too many eyes that knew about her relationship, too many people who talked about how it was ‘such a shame’ and ‘they looked so cute together.’ So when her Uncle offered her a place to stay in the city, Elle sort of made a mad-dash decision and left.

  If one could die from culture shock, Elle would have been six feet under after her first couple of weeks within that concrete jungle. People went about their business without caring about her, cars and taxis zoomed back and forth in an endless chase of clients and destinations and the only thing that Elle could truly register after a few nights of restless sleep; the city was loud.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to come home?”

  Her mother had asked her one late night after Elle had called, eyes clogged with tears and nose raw from wiping with tissues.

  “I was talking to Maria, she said that Alex would be visiting in the fall.”

  Alex… The name alone made Elle’s chest ache but she was already shaking her head at the idea.

  “I’m staying, mom. I don’t want to see him.”

  “I don’t like the idea of you being out there on your own, even if your Uncle said you’d be taken care of in that penthouse. It’s dangerous.”

  “Yeah, but…” Elle had said before she peered out the window of her new bedroom.

  The lights below were astounding, as if she had been launched into space to live among a galaxy of stars.

  “I like it here. I’ll be fine.”

  “I’ll be fine…”

  The words sounded somewhat droll now that Elle found herself in a large and very expensive looking lob
by. Everything about the place looked immaculate, down to the marble tile, the rugs, and the furniture placed exquisitely all around. Elle had never felt so out of place in all her life.

  Her cousin, one of her Uncle’s daughters, had recommended her to work there after they helped her update her resume.

  Carla had pursed her lips at the document, blue eyes skimming Elle’s life work before smiling and giving her a nod.

  “You’ve got quite a lot of experience, cousin.” Carla had said and Elle had beamed up at her happily.

  “I’m sure you’ll be able to fit in nicely.”

  Sure enough, just a week later (after a month in the city), Elle found herself in her best interview attire in one of the most high-class places she had ever seen.

  The woman sitting in the reception desk had eyed her up and down once before directing her to a seat and with a professional smile that consisted of nearly blinding white teeth, told Elle to wait to be called on.

  She had been waiting for nearly fifteen minutes and could feel her nerves continue to bite and chew and gnaw at her stomach. Glancing down at herself, Elle frowned. This was the best skirt she had, but it was old and it had a couple of stains on it that had been hard to remove.

  Even her shirt and jacket, while she had believed were stylish, looked drab compared to the outfit worn by the woman in reception—and to her growing mortification—the other women and men that walked in and out of the lobby.

  They all looked like models. Fresh off the cover of some fashion magazine!

  And yet there she was, sitting in ill-fitted clothing, several sizes bigger than the toothpick-slim women walking around, and with her mess of wild brown curls pinned down to a half-knot in the back of her head.

  Fifteen minutes became twenty and Elle snuck a glance at the nearest clock.

  What was taking so long? Was she being tested? Was she being watched right now?

  “Just be yourself, okay?” Carla had informed her earlier that week.

  “It’s a secretary position and so you’ll be expected to behave naturally. Your employer is actually one of our biggest clients, but don’t feel pressured, he’s really not that bad.”

  “He sounds like a big deal…” Elle had laughed nervously.

  “He’s a Sheikh from Dubai, and the guy is really well off. His family’s business has been in liaison with ours for a long time, so I have no doubt that you’ll do well.”

  “Elle Roberts?”

  Elle shot off from her seat, more out of alarm than intention and when she searched for the source of the voice she was suddenly under the sharp scrutiny of an extremely well dressed silver-blonde woman.

  This woman was all angles and impressionable colors. A blouse of deep vermilion swathed over her pale skin and shimmered beneath the light of the chandeliers above.

  Black pencil skirt hugged her legs and enhanced her features and no doubt those were ‘chimmy choos’ (or whatever they were called) gracing her feet. Elle felt so ridiculously underdressed.

  The woman noticed. With a pointed look at her skirt, the woman fixed her an unimpressed glare before turning with her chin.

  “This way.”

  Elle followed quickly, nearly stumbling over her heels as she struggled to catch up to the woman’s strut.

  “We’ve looked over your resume,” the woman spoke without warning.

  “Oh! Uh…”

  “Impressive work, considering. Of course, we did expect someone… different. Your credentials are more than enough to get you hired.” The woman said, never slowing down her pace as she led Elle down a hallway that was just crawling with unbelievably good-looking people.

  “Now, the Sheikh will be waiting for you to assist in a few small errands, more to gauge how much you can take at once. He’ll be expecting his coffee as well as his first ‘rules’ of the day. You’ll be speaking with Avani—the Sheikh’s first secretary and she’ll be giving you a rundown as well as your training of what you need to do, so save your questions for her.”

  “You should know that while you are here, you need to maintain a certain standard of appearance,” she said this as she shot Elle a look of thinly veiled disdain.

  “The Sheikh is a very important figure in business and his secretary should look the part.”

  “Oh, of course…” Elle muttered, cheeks burning.

  “I’ll have you know that you’re not the first woman who’s walked in here expecting a simple job. The Sheikh’s already fired his five previous secretaries, after Avani, of course.”

  Elle blinked curiously as they took another turn down a hallway.

  “Wait… what happened to Avani?”

  “Ugh, she went and got herself married and now she’s pregnant.” The woman sighed as though the whole situation was a huge inconvenience.

  Elle was nearly baffled at the reaction.

  “Which was a huge deal considering since the Sheikh has been giving all other women a hard time. But he’s absolutely gorgeous so you should count your lucky stars or something.”

  “Uh…” Elle was at a loss for words.

  “Sorry, I never got your name?”

  “Alliana.” The woman said, “But you won’t need to remember it, since we’ll probably never see each other again. Here we are.”

  She paused for a moment after they arrived to a long set of double doors of a deep mahogany.

  “Avani is inside and waiting for you, so do as your told and maybe you’ll be lucky. Ta’.”

  And just like that Alliana was sauntering off, expensive heels clacking away. Elle watched her disappear down a hallway before glancing back at the door.

  With a sigh, she leaned over and lifted a hand to knock before she changed her mind and grasped the fine sterling handle.

  With a turn and push, Elle made her way inside the room and nearly gasped when she beheld her surroundings. The office was beautifully done and since it was near the top of the building, immense glass windows became the walls near the far end.

  The view outside was spectacular, and the light of the day glanced off from the surrounding buildings made it look all the more enchanting. Before Elle could find herself entranced, her green eyes managed to fall over the only person sitting in the suite.

  Elle had been told she would meet Avani, but the figure lying on the white couch adjacent to the windows was certainly not Avani, but a very well dressed man.

  He was covered in a fine suit of a beautiful shade of cream and burgundy trim. He had an arm over his eyes so Elle couldn’t see his face clearly, but he looked to be at ease. Long legs resting over the white cushions, and his broad chest was moving gently, he looked like he was napping.

  Elle took in a cautionary breath, uncertain on what to do. Her first instinct was to turn around and leave, cursing herself for not having knocked earlier.

  To her surprise, Elle wasn’t given an opportunity.

  “Are you going to just stand there all day or are you going to come here?” The man spoke, not moving an inch aside from speaking. His voice was an attractive baritone with a lilt to his words that reminded Elle of a British accent, yet he rolled his tongue over some of the words pleasantly.

  Elle was spurred forward, taking a few steps deeper into the suite before she was standing a respectful distance from the couch.

  Finally, he lifted his arm from his eyes, thick brows arching as he beheld her.

  “And you are?”

  “Elle Roberts…?” Elle began, trying not to squirm visibly.

  “I’m starting as the new secretary for the Sheikh Zayn Ab…Ab…”

  “Zayn Abd al Malik,” he replied, his tongue rolling over the name with almost lazy precision.

  “Starting as his secretary and you can’t even say your employer’s name?”

  Elle flushed pink, “I’ll be sure to say it properly when I meet him.”

  “I’m sure,” he drawled, settling over the cushions as he watched her, bored.

  “Did Alliana bring you here?”

/>   “Yes,” Elle replied. “She said I would meet with Avani?”

  “Avani’s water broke,” he replied with a half shrug.

  “She should be delivering her brat sometime within the next hour or so…”

  Elle swallowed, unsure how to register this man’s abrupt bitter tone.

  “I see…”

  “So, guess that means you’ll have no one to train you. Which sucks—as you people love to say—since the Sheikh is a serious hardass.” The man pushed himself up to sit and face her.

  “You know the Sheikh?” Elle asked curiously.

  She felt strangely hot now that she was speaking to this man. He was unbelievably attractive. Dark skin and dark hair that curled in messy waves over his scalp and teased his dark eyes.

  “You could say that,” he replied, smirking.

  “Although, I doubt you want to know him, dressed like that.” He added, waving a finger in her direction in a loose gesture.

  Elle glanced down at her clothes, lip sinking behind her teeth. “If he saw you like that, habibi, he’d rip you apart.”

  A bubble of irritation set her nerves on fire.

  Elle glanced back up at the man with a scowl, “I didn’t come here to play dress up, I came here to work, mister…?” She trailed off.

  “Malik.” He said, smirk widening. Elle blinked in surprise.

  “You’re related to the Sheikh?”

  “In a matter of speaking,” he said with a snicker.

  “Since you’re so eager to work, maybe I should put you to it. Trial by fire, or so they say right, habibi?”

  Suddenly, he was up on his feet, heading towards a door at the other side of the suite. “I’m certain you know all about the Rules, know how the Sheikh loves to take his coffee. Also, you know all about the Schedule, right?”

  “The—what?” Elle stammered, unsure whether to follow him or not.

  “Wonderful! The Sheikh is a stickler for the schedule, and if you don’t have that memorized like it’s your mother’s name then you won’t last long.” He said and continued to say after he walked through the door that lead to a fairly large office space.