hot… either that or I was still in need of relief. Yeah, I definitely needed the relief. "James is no longer working here," I said while I skimmed through what I was
given.
"Oh… that's the third one this year and it's barely June," she muttered. I ignored
her and returned the file after signing, "Be sure to tell Michael to meet me in my office."
She agreed lazily while I went upstairs.
My office was a simple two-story building. The ground floor had the photo studio
and the reception table. Upstairs was where the magic happened; the graphics design
team and my office camped there.
The Wolf Pack, that's what we are called. Despite our looks, we were a multimillion-dollar company and had other offices in South Carolina. This was the head office
and where it all started.
"Good morning, ma'am."
"Looking lovely as ever."
"Do you want me to come over to your office?"
The men in the office were all in my paws. Of course, they'd be; I was The Wolf
Pack's alpha. I had made sure to mark all of them with my scent. I didn't need James, I
had a handful of men to choose from. But… I needed something new, something fresh. Sure, they were sweet but still... Getting into my office, I noticed the pile of
documents.
"This is 2021 for God's sake, why are we still using actual papers?!" I thought to
myself.
Going through them, I realized that James didn't do anything before quitting,
which irritated me even further. You may have been wondering who the bone in my throat
might be. James was my personal assistant. He attended the meetings, the press
conferences and me. By attend to me, I mean sexually of course.
Aria Wolfe, 20 years old and CEO of The Wolf Pack, is a sex addict. I can't exactly
tell you why I became addicted right now but I promise as the story progresses, you'll get
to know. We had sex the night before and I suggested anal to show my dominance over
him, bought the strap-on and everything but he bailed out. Pathetic wimp. There was a knock on the door.
"You called your majesty," Michael said as he let himself in.
Michael Daley, The Wolf Pack's HR and PRO. My best friend for seven years. We
both practically started this company together. Fucked, asked me out, I refused and here