Hey guys, update is here! yippee! Anyways I have a test so I won't be here for the rest of the week. And is anyone over 20 here for private messaging? And please don't lie about your age because I want to discuss some things that have been happening at university that I need an opinion on. Some days I think I am seriously going off my rocker. I blame university for my insecurities...Anyways enjoy the update

Chapter Twenty Two

The next morning I wake up to the scent of wonderful hot chocolate which is from the diner not too far away from me. I love waking up to the smell of chocolate for some reason. There's something that chocolate does to me and therefore results in my addiction to the stuff. I take a shower and get dressed for the day, needing to get some groceries, mainly meat, meat…and more meat. I've been craving meat recently and I can't understand why.

When I get downstairs, the smell of hot chocolate is stronger as well as the scent of freshly made doughnuts. My mouth waters as I smell strawberry jam in the dough and I hope that the bakery down the street is making them right now. I open the door and stare at the parcels that are left on the step. I look around and when I see that there isn't anyone hanging around, I pick them up and take them inside.

I open the box and see the doughnuts I had been thinking about. On the lid of the box is a scribbled note

I know how much you like them

Owen's scent is all over the box and cup and I feel like just throwing them in the trash, just to spite him. The animalistic part however doesn't see that to be fitting

One cannot waste what mate has provided

I snort and ignore her

Even if you don't want him for a mate, you should not waste

You act as if though I cannot provide for myself

Mate is providing. He is a good mate, providing things that you want. Will give young what they need

I can give them what they need

Young need dame and sire. Sire for discipline and dame for comfort

I can do both roles

If that were so, then sires would not exist

I roll my eyes but say nothing in return and sniff at the hot chocolate and smell nothing weird in it. I do the same with the doughnuts and find nothing wrong with them either. Then I remember that if I eat any of this it would mean that I am considering Owen as a potential mate and I was not thinking of him as a potential mate…AT ALL.

Considering is different from accepting

How?

Considering a mate doesn't mean you owe them anything

I hum thoughtfully and end up picking up the hot chocolate and practically devouring the doughnuts. Afterwards I feel satisfied and lazy but pick myself up anyways. I need to get to the stores before the good meat cuts are all gone. I grab my wallet and keys and make my way down to the butcher, which is also coincidently down the street from me

When I walk in I subtly inhale the smell of fresh meat. I make my way to the back first, eyeing the bigger pieces of meat. I look at everything on display and my mouth waters at the possibilities of how I could be eating the meat. I order a few racks of ribs that is already basted with their famous marinade, then order a few legs of lamb and roasting beef.

I make my way to the front and order a few (many) links of sausages and patties, then add on the smoked chicken when I see some being delivered. I then go to the ready-made meals and pick up an entire roast beef that only needed to be heated. Vegetables? What vegetables? Carnivore here people.

I tell them to have the cuts of meat delivered as soon as possible and take the ready-made beef home with me. I get through the door and immediately pop the large weight into the oven and get out some mac and cheese which I pop into the microwave. I wait impatiently and eventually get to watch some television to pass the time. I hear the chime of the microwave but ignore it until I hear the oven timer go off. I sit in front of the television with my meal and find a comedy to enjoy. After cleaning up after myself I sit on the couch again and pat my stomach on a job well done.

I get the scent of chocolate just outside my door and I crinkle my eyebrows. Owen's left something outside again? I peep outside the window and don't see anyone lurking outside or across the street so I open the door and pick up the see through plastic container. On the lid is a gaudy label screaming that it is a triple chocolate mousse cake. I close the door and sit down before opening the lid, the scent of freshly made mousse tickles my senses and I inhale it deeply. I wonder if there is a special group I could join, my introduction would be

"Hi, I'm Ray and I am a chocolate addict"

I really am something else.

I leave the cake on the coffee table and look at it with indecisiveness. Should I eat it? It would go to waste otherwise…

Mate knows what you like. Will make you happy after you be mad at him. Will give you beautiful young, strong and fast

Shut up! Go think about something else

Mate is only thing I want to think about. His scent is always near and makes us feel safe

I should just call the cops on his ass

What a fine ass he has

I groan

Just go do something else, go sleep or something

You're no fun

Get going

I pick up the cake and put it into the fridge and ignore it for the rest of the evening.

Jenny calls me just before I go to bed and I answer

"Let's go dancing again tomorrow tonight"

I look through my wardrobe and find another dress we had bought together that had printed panels. The print was covered in rhinestones too, making it the perfect outing dress and I have some comfortable yet fashionable wedges to match. We set a time and place and I make her promise to meet me on time.

As I lay in bed my mind drifts back to Owen and I fall asleep with his face clear in my mind.