Tobias and Bonnie au
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Chapter 1
The night that started it all
Even though her eyes were closed, she could feel the rays of the sun stinging. They stung. Irritatingly so.
Shit! And she was sleeping so good too.
Lazily, she peeled them open and squinted. The brightness was not helping the pounding headache that had now manifested.
Groaning, the green eyed beauty brought a smooth manicured hand and rubbed at her eyes.
In her fuzzy confused state, she didn't acknowledge the huge muscular body she was laying on. It wasn't until the nude 5"2 woman tried to get up that she finally felt it. That fullness. Coming from the hardness beneath her that was definitely not a mattress. Looking down, she came to face what she would say was the most beautiful face she had seen in her 24 years on earth. But also her most dreaded.
Bonnie's heart practically jumped out of her chest. Memories of the previous night flooded into her brain. She was screwed and fully panicking.
If this was under different circumstances, she would probably be laying awake, admiring his beautiful profile. Studying his bushy brows or full lashes, or even his very kissable lips. The lips she'd be happy to be woken up by every morning.
But this was not her fantasies.
This was real life.
The life where she was an accountant and he was her employer. The reasonable part of her won. Biting her lip, she carefully retracted her frame from his broad chest. While she tried to retract her right leg from his other side, she felt his hardness stir inside her. She bit down on her lip harder and squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't expect the wave of arousal that overtook her. With great resistance, she managed to pull away from him until his phallus finally plopped out of her warmth.
"Shit" she whispered harshly
Slowly she crawled out of the giant maroon coloured king sized bed and winced. What the hell had she gotten herself into last night. She could already feel that her lower lips were swollen.
Removing her nude form from his thick duvet, she noiselessly picked up her white gown, not noticing how badly it was torn in half. She tiptoed to the other side of the bed, but even in her stealth never failed to notice how tasteful the room was. There were several wall windows she could see were draped in fabrics so expensive they could pay all of her bills and still give change. The few immaculate white and black walls that were not windows were brought to life by the sunlight. The furniture he had strategically placed in his room were the types you saw on those high end magazines for home deigns. He had a beautiful view of the water and right beyond it, magnificent sky scrapers. There was a mahogany bookshelf right beside his bed. Built all the way to the top. It was practically a wall of it's own. It consisted of old timey books about philosophy, time, space, science and biology. A couple of literary works were there too. Before she could explore any further, she found her panties haphazardly thrown against the leather single sitter. Her phone was nowhere to be found. The little brunette let out a long frustrated sigh as her hand found its way to her very messy mane.
Quietly she rushed to put on her panties.
Giving the room a once over, she saw a white door which was emitting a warm fluorescent lighting and another on it's far right. Not knowing which one would lead her out, she decided to try the open one first.
On getting to it, she carefully pushed it open and found a massive white and black themed bathroom.
Everything sparkled. From the walls, to the ceilings, all the way down to the floors, were spotlessly white. There were several lights placed on the walls which enhanced the room's brightness. On the floor was a black and white crisscross patterned carpet right below the two sinks. He had two huge sinks. TWO!. He had two vanity mirrors with black edges, which were placed side by side on the wall, right above his wide marble counter. Beside the counter was a glass compartment for towels and toiletries. A few black and silver stools added to the beauty and allure of the silver and white free standing Clawfoot bathtub. A few feet away from the tub was the sauna. The anal perfectionist in her was leaping with joy. The 24 year old woman breathed in awe and appreciation of the room. This was something straight out of her dreams.
"Don't do it" she said aloud
In the back of her mind, she knew that if she wanted a clean break now was the time to do it. Her body willed itself to turn away, but her brain did not seem to comprehend that fact.
Instead, the little lady walked further into the bathroom. She sat her belongings, or lack thereof on the counter and quickly put her wild hair up in a messy ponytail.
The caramel skinned goddess bit her lip in contemplation once more before hastily removing the next to nothing panties. She sat on the edge of the bath tub and turned on the water. 5 minutes later, the bath was prepped with comfortably steamy water, bath salts and bubbles. In no time, the room began to smell like shea butter and honey. The tiny woman sunk into the water, sighing contently the further she descended in.
She'd already told herself. This wasn't for relaxation. It was purely for her soreness and the swelling to go down. And for her to gather her thoughts. If all went smoothly , she would be out of there in the next ten to fifteen minutes.
While the water worked it's magic, Bonnie took the time to examine her body. Her smooth and usually flawless skin was sparsely decorated with fingerprint marks. Her biceps, hips and waist were designed with fingerprints, while a trail of hickeys followed all the way from her neck, down to her breasts. By now she was almost sure her head ache was coming from the hair pulling and not the hangover.
"Oh crap" She proclaimed out loud "this is not good"
The 24 year old ran her hands throughout her face and hair. She was at a loss for words. She'd never done anything this intense before in her whole life and now her body was paying for it.
Her whole body ached. The good kind of ache, but it still hurt nevertheless. She had never, in all of her sexual conquests, been handled like that and the little brunette could honestly say she was surprised at herself.
While the emerald eyed brunette was deep in her thoughts, she didn't hear the house keeper come into the room and exchange greetings with the other occupant.
So it would be an understatement to say the mocha skinned goddess freaked out when she saw a little Hispanic woman, probably in her mid to late 60's, staring at her in the bathroom.
Bonnie couldn't control it. A very loud but brief scream passed through her.
Almost immediately, she brought her wet hand over her mouth, almost as if to retract the sound she had already made.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry" Bonnie called to the woman who was now carefully moving back
"Rosita is everything alright?" the husky accented voice called from the room, in what she could describe as concern.
That was certainly a shocker. He'd never been anything but impassive.
"Hey no wait please" the nude woman whispered to the house keeper who now had her hand on the door handle.
Before she could twist it, her one night conquest burst into the bathroom. He was clad in boxers and boxers only.
Bonnie froze.
Every single thought that was racing in her mind disappeared. Every feeling in her was gone and numbness was left in it's place. In her head she was imagining now to be the perfect time for the world to end. Or the ground could just open up and swallow her whole. She would pe perfectly fine with that. But of course it was just her shitty luck that the very thing she had been trying to avoid had occurred in the worst way possible and boy was she a sight.
Her messy hair, untouched and dry, with several long strands framing her face. They must have loosened from her ponytail during her period of fretting. Her mouth was slightly hanging open and only her two front teeth were visible, her eyes were widened like a deer caught in headlights and her tiny soaked arms held onto the edges of the bathtub in desperation. The rest of her body couldn't be seen underneath the bubbles.
"W- I...um" she cleared her throat.
The jade orbed brunette could not formulate her words.
"Rosita can you give us a minute please" his deep accented voice called, not once taking his eyes off her. The woman left the room.
A silent pause
Bonnie spoke first.
"I'm sorry... I was...sore" a beat " But you don't...need to know that. I should go" she hurriedly spoke and moved to stand before she realized she was naked.
The expression on his face was unreadable. He didn't seem like he was pissed at her, but he also didn't look like he was pleased either.
"Stay. Finish your bath" his husky British intonation said
An awkward tension filled the space
"I'll give you your privacy"
She gave a small nod before the 6 feet Englishman walked out of the bathroom.
After a series of cursing and mentally spanking herself, Bonnie got out of the bath tub and quickly rushed to put on her clothes. In that moment, Bonnie found out that all she had left of her knee length white gown was just fabric.
She let out a long groan and cursed herself again.
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Four looked to be already deep in thought when her head peeked out of the bathroom door. He could tell she was embarrassed. Her cheeks had turned shades darker. Before the awkwardness ensued, he gently spoke to Rosita in Spanish and told her to wait for him downstairs.
He stared at her for several minutes when she had nothing to say and was almost tempted to crack a smile. Almost
"My dress is destroyed" was all she said. She bit down on her lip to prevent from blushing any further.
Four got the hint and quietly picked up his discarded white shirt from the night before. He took four long strides before reaching her. As a reflex, Bonnie moved backward. She was not used to having him so close to her.
No scratch that, she was. He did that all the time as some sort of intimidation strategy. But after their night together, the prospect of him being that close to her became translated as a totally different thing.
'She's attempting to hide her nakedness. Cute'
he thought it was foolish since he had every inch of her body memorized.
Now he was inches away from her person, and embarrassingly for her, she was in her lace panties only. That means that he got to sneak a peak of her delectable body. His chestnut brown orbs however had found themselves drawn to her deep emerald ones.
She looked away first.
"Thank you" she said and shut the door in his face.
The first thought on his mind when he saw her mortified face in his bathtub that swallowed her small frame, was that she was really pretty. He tried as hard as he could to be angry, disappointed in himself for cheating on his girlfriend, but for the life of him couldn't find himself doing so. Instead, he felt like patting himself on the back.
He knew she was much more than a conquest. He actually respected and held her in high esteem. What he didn't need, was for her to think that what transpired between them the night before had given her some special privilege or leverage over him like the others before her did. He needed to make sure she didn't entertain such thoughts too.
Still, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he did good. Real good.
She had pure, unadulterated beauty. From the full mess of a mane she had on her head that she made look beautiful. Her flawless face, her emerald green eyes that pulled you in if you stared for too long, her full pink lips he remembers being so soft.
Actually, he remembered all of her being soft enough that he was afraid to hold her in fear of breaking her. This fact apparently, wasn't enough to stop him from pounding the shit out of her, having her every moan sound into his ears and echo around the room.
Reminiscing about their time together was enough to give him another erection. He couldn't begin to fathom what her presence, her voice would do to him.
He didn't remember her having this much of an effect on him before.
The sound of the door closing quickly snapped him out of his thoughts.
His assistant emerged from the bathroom looking abashed. Her eyes refused to meet his. There was a long awkward pause before she finally summoned enough courage to meet his gaze.
Apparently, the distance between them was not enough to dampen the effect they had on each other.
Without saying a word, he lifted up her cell phone and purse Rosita had brought up to him a few moments earlier and motioned for her to come get them. With faux bravery, she tilted her chin up and moved towards him. On reaching for her phone, he spoke.
"Sit"
She gulped
"Is this the part where you fire me?"
There was a very noticeable tension
"Why would I do that Bennett?"
"I don't know"
She paused
"I don't know a lot of things these days... Like why the hell I would sleep with my Boss. God!!"
"Yesterday was a slip up and just that. Nothing needs to be addressed. We are two consenting adults and for the sake of our work relationship, we have to accept that this never happened. Erase it from your memory. The sooner you understand this, the easier it will be for everyone involved."
"I get that but-"
"Let it go Bennett"
"But what about Elena-"
"I said let it go Miss Bennett. Or is this going to be a problem for us?"
"No sir"
The British man stood up from the bed
"You can wait for me in the car" and with that, Bonnie knew she had been dismissed. The tolerable man from last night had vanished and his asshole counterpart had returned.
Silently, she picked up her phone and purse and left the room. The little woman felt embarrassed and angry. Hell, she even felt naive.
What was she expecting to happen?
Coming down the last of the black spiral staircase in the enormous penthouse, she came to face 'Rosita' who was dusting off furniture. The woman who had to have thought of her as another bimbo. Her case wasn't looking good as she was clad in only a white button up shirt that swallowed her frame and nothing else. Even her feet were naked.
"Hi. Hola. I'm Bonnie. My...my Spanish isn't very good but I'm sorry...about how we met earlier" she used hand gestures to describe every word as she spoke
The woman only stared at Bonnie in confusion for a while before giving her a small warm smile
"Oh okay, a smile. That's good"
She handed Bonnie her grey stilettos.
"Oh gracias."
A beat
"I have to go, but I'll see you around, Rosita was it?"
"Si"
"Yes. Okay bye"
She finally said as she retreated
Rosita gave a practiced "bye" before turning back to her chores.
Once she was out of the building, the little woman went into the passengers side of the Red 1964 Mustang. That's right. A mustang. A good ol' classic muscle car.
Usually she would be in awe, speechless because of all the rare amazing things she was witnessing...but now, she was drained of all her energy and embarrassed and pissed and frustrated.
Simply put, she just wanted to go home.
It wasn't long before the brit with light brown hair emerged from the entrance of the penthouse and headed for her, or more precisely, the car. He was casually dressed in a green Henley that hugged his muscles just right and paired them with some black jeans that did him wonders. He had on some black shades for the sun that was blaring. This man didn't even have to try.
When he got in, he didn't utter a word. He only started the car and revved the engine before pulling away. Bonnie knew she didn't have to give him directions to her home. He knew everything. He made it his business to.
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"Thank you" was all she said after he came to a stop right outside her house. He didn't utter a reply. He just gave a small nod in acknowledgement. He continued to unabashedly gaze at her. Before anymore actions could be taken, the front door of the quaint looking home cracked open.
Bonnie was horrified when she saw her father descending from the stairs.
All the while, Four examined the bald headed dark skinned man heading for his car. The man was in a lab coat and carried a small brief case in his hand. He was about 5 feet 7 inches tall and had hazel eyes, almost the same shade as Bonnie's. What was evident though from his demeanour was that he was worried sick about his daughter but still apprehensive that she had shown up in a strange car with a man he had never seen before
"Bonnie Bennett. What on earth is wrong with you child. You know you're not too old to be grounded"
With a small chuckle she came out of the car and moved to hug her father, tightly. This was something in their dynamic that never changed. The tight warm hugs they gave each other as their form of greeting.
"I know. I should've called. I'm sorry"
The man gave her a look she was all too familiar with before sighing. He conceded by pulling her close and kissing her hair. His gaze drifted to the man in the car
Bonnie quickly spoke up.
"Oh Daddy, this is ... Four. My...friend"
The man's apprehensive eyes did not leave the casually dressed Englishman's.
Four gave the sceptical looking man a small nod and moved his gaze back to Bonnie
"I don't know Bonnie. He seems a bit...mmm" he made a hand motion
"Daddy please" Bonnie held on to his coat.
Rudy saw the look in her eyes and decided it was best to keep quiet.
"Fine. No questions right now. But this conversation isn't over" Rudy said before looking at the other party in the car again.
Rudy gave another relieved sigh after a period of pause.
His gaze moved back and forth between his 5"2 little girl who looked even smaller in a shirt that clearly wasn't hers and a man that looked to be about 6 years older than her. As a father who cared, he had a couple of things he could say to the young man who had no evident trace of fear in his features. He only continued to match his gaze. He took one last look at his daughter and sighed again.
He held on to both sides of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead "I love you so damn much. Just let me know next time"
"I will"
With that said, he shot the handsome Englishman one last look and headed into his Prius and drove off.
Bonnie turned back to look at her Boss who she was sure would be indifferent, and she was right. He just sat there analysing her with a serious look on his face.
She cleared her throat
"Thanks for the ride" she simply said.
She kept looking around her quiet neigbourhood. She felt naked being out there.
He simply nodded
"See you Monday Miss Bennett"
"yeah..."
No more words were spoken, he started the engine and drove away from her home
"Shit... So fucking stupid" she chastised herself before finally turning back and talking fast strides back into her house.
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Once she got into the safety of her home, she called up her best friend Caroline and told her to get to her house, took a shower, ate 2 bags of chips and got started on some office work.
This was how Caroline met her. With her glasses on, in sweats and elbow deep in files and paperwork. The 24 year old woman had her pencils and calculators out. Overused papers filled with numbers and calculations Caroline couldn't even bother herself to understand, discarded all over the floor. She knew Bonnie was the best at what she did so she wasn't worried in the least. Her height challenged bestfriend had been working at EI (Eaton Industries) for a little over four months and so far, had managed to secure two positions. Firstly as Mr Eaton's personal assistant and also as one of the three accountants the company had.
EI was one of the leading industries in the world that offered scientific support and delved into scientific research about the supernaturally enhanced. They weren't into the ridiculous like ghosts and vampires. Nope. None of that nonsense.
At EI, they dealt with people that had naturally heightened senses, strength, speed, sight etc. Essentially werewolves. And shockingly enough, werewolves were not unnatural or unheard of.
They didn't or work on wolves, no. Only on people who were naturally born with the werewolf gene. Like Tobias Eaton. Or more popularly known as Four. They were usually, Stronger, Smarter, Faster than the average human being. They were basically superior. And they definitely saw themselves that way. And so EI specialized in the replicating of the gene and selling it to whoever was rich enough to buy it.
Bonnie's job was to do the books. Focus how much they made or lost and advice them on what to do to keep the money coming in. Fortunately for her, she had come to work at EI right after his assistant had quit. So she was offered both positions for double her salary. The workload was a massive but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.
"Bon, I came by as fast as I could"
She paused to catch her breath
"Now...WHAT!!!"
The brunette woman cringed
"Caroline. Keep it down. Someone could hear you" the caramel skinned woman whisper yelled
"No way Bonnie. This is huge"
"I know!"
"And our Boss?!. You slut! I love it"
"Caroline!!! You're supposed to advice me on what to do next, not give me a pat on the back"
"But you did do good. This is the best news I've ever recieved"
"Caroline" she chided while folding her arms into her person
"Okay okay fine. But I need the full story in order to give any form of advice. 'Care I slept with Four' won't cut it"
The green eyed brunette gave a stubborn look before conceding.
A/N: The muse for this hit me when i found out about Kat and Theo's project How it Ends. So please tell me what you think. Criticism is very welcome. The second part to this will be uploaded today.
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