One Little Letter: A Bad Boy, Second Chance Romance (Office Escapades Book 1)

by Robin Edwards

  “Dragon,” Gabriel said with pride.

  They smiled at each other and then Gabriel walked back into his inn. On his favorite barstool, he saw Hilaria sitting. He sat next to her. She looked at him and said, “How was your day?”

  “Same old. How was yours?” Gabriel asked with a smile.

  “Very fascinating. The town was attacked.” She said.

  “Oh no!” Gabriel teased. “I hope everyone’s okay.”

  “It’s nothing to joke about Gabriel. Most people are fine although a few died and we have a couple hundred injuries.” Hilaria said. “How can you find humor in such dark circumstances?”

  “I guess if I don’t find the humor, the events will overwhelm me. It’s my process, how I cope.” Gabriel said honestly.

  Hilaria understood. “Well you are the champion, I’ve heard you killed the wereserpent when no one else could.”

  “Not exactly. I just put him in prison he won’t get out of anytime soon, maybe ever.” Gabriel said.

  Hilaria smiled and touched his leg. “That’s really sexy.” She said.

  Gabriel looked into her eyes with a smile. “Let’s go upstairs.” He suggested.

  “Okay. Lead the way my knight in shining armor.” She said.

  Gabriel looked down at his armor. It wasn’t very shiny. He decided to let it go. He held her hand and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He opened the door and let her walk in first. She looked up at the approaching sunrise through the hole in the roof Gabriel had created. “We will have to do something about that eventually.” She said with a smirk.

  “Yes, we will,” Gabriel said.

  She kissed him passionately. He could feel his dick getting hard. All the stress of fighting Simon had pent up sexual energy. All the enemies he had killed turned him on. He was a badass. A hero. A Legend. A knight in shining fuckin’ armor. He was the king.

  Gabriel ripped off Hilaria’s shirt and stared at her enormous breasts. No. He thought. These things were in control, not him.

  He caressed her giant breasts as he kissed her. He started to hear songs in the background. With his roof wide open he heard the sweet music of victory songs. Victory songs rang through the night telling of the defeat of thousands of werecreatures and a wereserpent.

  Gabriel smiled. They were singing about him. He pulled Hilaria’s pants down and pushed her onto the bed. He inserted his rock hard penis into her wet vagina and fucked her violently. She screamed in pleasure for several minutes. Her moans and screams of ecstasy grew louder and louder. Gabriel took that as a signal to fuck harder. He fucked her harder and moved one of his hands from the back of her head down to her clit. He massaged her clitoris quickly in a circle motion at the same time he fucked as fast and hard as he could. She screamed as loud as she could. Gabriel saw in her eye’s she was having an orgasm.

  Gabriel had climaxed, and at the same time, he felt Hilaria explode on his dick and drip onto his lower chest and legs. He smiled into her beautiful blue eyes and whispered, “How was that?”

  “Amazing, but…” She began.

  “But? What but? There shouldn’t be a but.” Gabriel said. He had earned a thousand dollars, killed a sadistic cunt, killed a wereserpent and won a big battle. It was his day, there shouldn’t be a but.

  “Can we use a condom next time?” She asked with a sweet smile.

  Gabriel rolled over, and his dick slid out of her. He laughed for a minute. He put his arm around her. “Of course we’ll use a condom next time.” He laughed again. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to use one before?”

  “I didn’t have any, and I just wanted to fuck you so badly.” She said honestly.

  Gabriel smiled and stared at the moon. He really was a king. Nothing could hurt him now. Gabriel slept with Hilaria and was pleased to wake up to a blowjob. Her lips were wrapped around his neck, and he woke up already rock hard. He felt thirty years old ago. She massaged his dick until he came in her mouth. It felt awesome.

  He got out of bed and put on clean clothes. “I’m so sorry sweetie, but I have someone to see.” He said.

  “That’s fine. I’m going to do something myself.” She said secretly.

  Chapter Eight

  If Gabriel weren't in such a hurry, he would’ve asked what she was doing. He rushed out of the inn as he buttoned up his shirt. He walked back to the arena. He smiled knowingly when he saw Jack standing at one end of the arena. Gabriel stepped over the spectator rope and walked over to his friend.

  He patted Jack on the shoulder and asked, “Nervous?”

  “Never,” Jack said. His eyes were fixed on his opponent. It was Derek the Destroyer again. These arenas without proper weight classes seemed to have a monopoly winning every fight and only a few brave enough to get their asses kicked dare to enter.

  “You’re going to win today,” Gabriel said optimistically.

  “Yeah right. I’ve never won, no one has ever beat old Derek the Destroyer. He has Viking blood that’s fought in hundreds of wars for the past few centuries.” Jack said.

  “Yeah but I’m going to tell you the secret. You know how I killed the wereserpent?” Gabriel asked.

  “No. How?” Jack asked. He was starting to get curious.

  “Just one thing. Only, I believed I would beat him. I believed it with my entire heart, soul, and mind. He was bigger, he was stronger, he might even have been smarter. But I believed in myself, so I won.” Gabriel said.

  “It’s just that simple?” Jack asked uncertainly.

  “It is,” Gabriel said. He looked into Jack’s eyes and didn’t look away.

  “I believe you. I will try.” Jack said. “What’s my best weapon or method of striking, though?” He asked.

  “Believing in yourself,” Gabriel said.

  “Uhhh!” Jack exclaimed angrily. He turned toward Gabriel to question him further, but Gabriel had disappeared into the crowd.

  “Anyone want to place bets?” He asked cheerfully.

  “No way! Not at all. Sorry, buddy Derek’s going to destroy Jack all over again.” the gambler’s said.

  “I want to bet on Jack to win,” Gabriel said.

  “Really? I don’t believe it? How much?” They asked.

  “How much do you have?” Gabriel asked cockily.

  They each counted their money and asked Gabriel if he would bet.

  “Absolutely I’ll bet. Just sing a quick blood contract, and we’re good to gamble.” Gabriel said.

  Three dozen men, most of whom weren’t even gambler’s each beat over a hundred gold pieces on Derek the Destroyer. Several of them placed over a thousand on his victory. Gabriel merely smiled knowingly at all of them as he cut himself with a pocket knife and signed over thirty blood contracts. When you sign a blood contract, you have to pay your debt, or you die.

  “Ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready to see another fight? Let’s applaud for Derek the Destroyer!” The pretentious little announcer man said. “Jack, the Bear!” He said. A few polite people clapped. “Let’s go to war!” He shouted and then ran away to the Judge’s booth. He hid behind all of the judges just in case.

  The Destroyer charged at Jack and pushed him with all his might. Jack tried to stay on his feet, but he fell into the mud. Derek laughed at him and took a few steps forward. Jack dug his hand into the dirt and waited patiently. Derek took the final steps until he was leaning over Jack. He raised his fist and tried to bring it down on Jack’s skull when Jack threw a handful of mud into Derek’s eyes. Derek stood there in pain, and he clawed at his eyes. He was blind and scared.

  Jack got to his feet and began punching Derek in the stomach as hard and as fast as he could he land thirty weak blows to Derek’s stomach before Derek kicked Jack as hard as he could. Jack flew into the air and landed in the mud. Derek walked toward him. He had gotten enough dirt out of his eyes so he could see. He pounced onto Jack and began elbowing and punching Jack’s head. Jack gritted in pain while grabbing a handful of mud. He mashed it into Derek’s eyes. Derek scre
amed in pain and frustration. He wasn’t scared of the pain, he was afraid of losing.

  Jack stood up and started punching Derek as hard as he could. His strikes weren’t too powerful, but they were fast. Jack hit Derek thirty times before the mud was cleared from his eyes. Jack kicked Derek in the chest as hard as he could. Derek fell into the mud. He tried to get his massive body to stand up, but he slipped in the mud. Jack pounced on top of Derek and knelt on top of him. He knelt over Derek and punched him as hard as he could.

  “Damn.” Gabriel thought aloud. ‘Jack can throw a punch from the top.’

  Derek exclaimed loudly in pain. Jack continued to punch until Derek’s face was nothing but blood. Derek put up a good fight and tried to cover his face. He threw a few punches at Jack, but he didn’t have enough power from his back to damage Jack. Jack punched until Derek just lay there in a pile of his own blood.

  The pompous announcer jogged over to Jack and said, “Oh my God! You won the fight! Stood to beat a dead horse for god sake's stand up and celebrate!”

  Jack stood up with a blank expression. He had won. He had seriously hurt someone. The pompous announcer grabbed Jack’s dirty hand and raised it into the air. Jack forced a smile and took in the frenzy of attention and love. After ten minutes he walked to the judge’s booth and collected his winnings. Gabriel collected his winnings and smiled. He got three hundred pieces of gold. He put it into a cloth bag on a string around his neck.

  Gabriel walked around grabbing the losing Gambler’s by the necks and reminded them they had to pay him. Everyone stared venomously at Gabriel, but they couldn’t lay a hand on him, they were bound by the blood oath. Anyway, he was a dragon. Gabriel collected about thirty thousand gold pieces more than he’d ever had in his life. He put them in his three money bags and learned that they wouldn’t quite hold it all. He held three gold coins with 100 engraved on them.

  Jack enjoyed his newfound attention for a little while. He smiled and talked with everyone. They stared at him with open mouths and absorbed everything he said. Eventually, he had had enough. Jack needed a drink, or thirty. A group of people swarmed Jack with attention and questions until he had enough. He roared and transformed into a giant grizzly bear. He stood on two legs and shouted angrily. Everyone around him fled and disappeared. Except for one brave man.

  “How does it feel?” Gabriel asked the bear.

  The bear became a man who said, “What?”

  “Realizing how powerful you really are,” Gabriel said.

  “I don’t know. It feels… very different. It feels good, sad, scary, exciting. It’s the craziest feeling I’ve ever had, and I’ve been in love a few times. How does it possibly feel this bad?” Jack asked desperately.

  “As bad as love is. You are in love with yourself. That’s the feeling.” Gabriel said knowledgeably. “At least you have me to help you along the way. I really wish I had someone when I was learning.”

  “So you’re not learning anymore?” Jack teased.

  Gabriel thought of Hilaria. She loved him and didn’t care that he was a dragon. “Not anymore.” He said. “I have to run, enjoy your winnings,” Gabriel said. He ran back to the inn and said, “Where’s Hilaria?”

  “I think she’s in the basement a drunk voice replied.

  Gabriel ran down the wooden stairs to the cellar. He saw Hilaria dusting and cleaning the corners. “What are you doing?” He asked curiously.

  “Well since Tom got killed, someone needs to take care of the inn.” She said.

  “Are you mad I killed Tom?” Gabriel asked.

  Hilaria turned to him. “Of course not,” She said with a beautiful smile. She walked into his arms, and they embraced each other in a big hug. She smiled up into his bright green eyes, and he gazed deep into her blue ones. He was a kind soul, a good person.

  “How about you fuck me down here again?” She asked.

  “Let’s do it,” Gabriel said. They took off their clothes and smiled sinfully at each other.

  Hilaria took her position and spread her legs. “Fuck me.” She said with a smile.

  Gabriel smiled and obeyed.

  When they finished, they walked up to the bar. Hilaria might still be under the influence of oxytocin and romantic endorphins, but regardless she yelled, “Gabriel for a king.”

  A chant started in the bar, “Gabriel for a king. Gabriel for a king. Gabriel for KING!” Everyone smiled, drank their drinks and stared at Gabriel with admiration.

  Gabriel had always thought of himself as the bad boy. Now that he was the good kid his feelings changed. Instead of doing everything possible to drink as much as possible he decided to do everything he could to spend as much time with, around and in Hilaria. He looked into her glazed eyes as she smiled and chanted, “Gabriel for King.” Gabriel was the king. He knew it because he had found his Queen.

  The End

  I wanted to thank you for taking the time in reading Shifted Heart. We hoped you enjoyed reading this happily ever after story.

  It brought me great joy to write this as I love writing stories that entertain readers and draws them into another world with characters you love and hate. They say great books are those that evoke emotion out of you and I hope that’s what it has done for you.

  Thank you once again, and I’ll see you in the next one.

  Reunion

  A Lesbian, Suspense Romance

  By Elle Crosby

  © Copyright 2016-2017 by Elle Crosby

  and Second Chances Press

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  Chapter One

  Kezia was not having a good day. She’d been called in at the last minute to cover a sick co-worker’s shift and, instead of going for dinner and play with her new girlfriend, she’d put on her bartender’s uniform and gone to work. Things had only gone downhill from there.

  While McGuire & Sons, the Irish pub where she worked, was usually pretty relaxed, it seemed that tonight all the assholes in Vancouver had congregated at the bar with no other purpose but to piss her off. And it was working. Not to mention, her manager had neglected to mention that she’d be training, not one but two new hires. New hires whom, if Kezia had to guess, had been hired for their looks - because it was painfully obvious that they had absolutely no bartending experience.

  “Look, Rachel, like I told you last time, its ice, booze and then mix, not the other way around. And don’t pick up the glass by the rim. Nobody wants your fingers where their mouth will be.”

  “I wouldn’t mind,” a jowly, middle-aged man leered at Kezia and Rachel over the tall, dark wood bar.

  “Screw off, buddy,” said Kezia. “This kid’s got enough problems without you drooling all over her.”

  “Bitch,” the man replied. “Don’t talk to your customers like that.”

  “Being my customer doesn’t make you exempt from common decency,” Kezia shot back.

  Usually, when patrons got drunk and mouthy, she just gave them a tight smile and moved to another part of the bar, but today she was too fed up to let some entitled asshole push her around. Besides, it’s not like Tom, the manager, would fire her. She was his most experienced bartender, and he had two new recruits to train. Not to mention that her mane of red hair, full lips, and long-legged curves made her a favorite wit
h the customers - usually, at least.

  “And if you use language like that one more time, I’ll have security throw you out,” Kezia continued, narrowing her large hazel eyes at the man.

  The man muttered something even more offensive under his breath but turned back to his beer to sulk. Giving him one last glare, Kezia returned to Rachel with a sigh. The new girl was staring at her wide-eyed, her bubble gum pink lips parted in shock.

  “Toughen up, kiddo,” said Kezia brusquely. “You’re on the wrong side of town to be so easily shaken.”

  Quickly, Rachel shut her mouth, correctly guessing that Kezia’s temper could just as easily turn against her. “Ice, booze, mix,” she repeated Kezia’s instructions faintly.

  “Yes,” Kezia nodded. “And don’t forget it.”

  Leaving Rachel to redo her mangled gin and tonic, Kezia headed down the bar to see how Laura, the other newbie, was doing. Not much better, judging by the overflowing beer glass she was holding over the sink. When she saw Kezia approaching, her eyes went wide with terror. “It…I…” she stuttered.

  “You didn’t tip the glass far enough when you poured the draught. Yes, I can see that,” Kezia finished the other woman’s feeble excuse. “Remember, the nozzle should be touching the side of the glass. Tilt the glass back slowly once it’s half full. That way it won’t be overflowing with foam. Now, do it again,” Kezia handed Laura a new beer glass.

  Obediently, Laura redid the pour, frowning in concentration as she followed Kezia’s instructions to the letter. This time, the beer came out perfectly. With an enormous smile, Laura placed the beer on the bar in front of Patrick, a past-his-prime punk rocker and one of the pub’s regulars. Patrick gave Laura an encouraging smile and took the beer in one heavily tattooed hand.

  As Laura went off to take another order, Kezia took a moment to rest, leaning against the bar and giving Patrick a weary smiled.