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One: New Town & New Job
One: New Town & New Job
One: New Town & New Job
Mykayla
The girls were excited about moving to a new town. Honestly, I am excited too. Our lives are finally Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
beginning to return to normal. Well, not normal, but a new normal for the three of us. The last two years
have been a rollercoaster of emotions and obstacles. Now it is just the three of us in this town in
Washington State. We moved here one month ago from Nevada after my parent's death, leaving my
younger sister, who is eight years old, and me. I have also brought along my younger cousin, who is
also eight years old, and my sister's best friend. She also lost her parents, kind of. I am sitting at an
outside table in a cafe when I feel as if I am being studied by someone. I can feel the heavy weight of
someone staring at me. I casually look around as if I am people-watching when I see him. He is
standing on the corner across the street, waiting to cross. I look back at my phone to see a notification.
It is an email regarding my new job. I start tomorrow. I am the personal assistant to the CEO of the
largest company in our new town. I glance back up, acting like I am looking for the girls, and notice he
is not there anymore. For some odd reason, this makes me sad. I don’t understand why I feel this way.
I don’t even know who he is. I think what caught my attention was his eyes. Thinking back for a second,
he was very handsome. He has to be 6’4” with long (surfer shaggy long style) dusty blonde hair. He
had the most gorgeous crystal ice blue eyes. He had the perfectly toned muscular body (that nice v-
shape, wide at the shoulders that tapers down. YUM!) I could tell he worked out just by how his dark
purple long-sleeved shirt hugged his body just right. He had his sleeves pulled up, and his arms were
very nicely defined.
“Mykayla are you ok?” my little sister Bree asks.
This snaps me out of my fantasy. Good god, I was lost in thought over a stranger. My cheeks turn a
light pink with embarrassment.
“Yeah, Bree I am fine just thinking about my new job. Did you and Araya get what you want from the
bakery?” I answer her and ask.
When we walked in, the girls started to drool at all the bakery items. They were having a hard time
deciding what to get. After getting my coffee and large pumpkin chocolate chip muffin, I gave them
money. I was waiting for them at the table when mister gorgeous appeared. I push him out of my
thoughts because I don’t have time for dating right now. I am trying to get the three of our lives back up
and running. I want these two girls to have a normal childhood after everything we have been through.
The three of us finish our breakfast and continue exploring our new city. By the time we got back to our
apartment, we were tired but had a lot of fun. I make a quick dinner for the three of us, and we watch
some tv. I look around our tiny apartment. It was one of the few available when we moved here. Luckily,
my parents had set aside a good inheritance for us. The good thing about the apartment was that I was
able to pay month to month. I am hoping that maybe I can rent us a house or buy one in six months.
My alarm screams at me way too early the next morning, but I force myself out of bed and start my
morning routine. After I get out of the shower, I apply my coconut body butter. I put on one of my new
work suits. I look in the mirror to assess my appearance. I have to admit that I clean up well. I have a
black pencil skirt that stops right below my knees, a black dress jacket, and a dark emerald green
camisole tank top underneath. I have on a pair of black strap wedges (I cannot walk in normal heals. I
am just not that coordinated). My long light brown hair is partially up in a messy bun, showing off the
high and low light I have in it. I walk into the living room and see that both the girls are sitting on the
couch watching cartoons and eating breakfast which consists of pancakes. I know instantly that Araya
has been in the kitchen. She loves to cook, and for an 8-year-old, she is very good at it. She wants to
be a chef. I jump a little when there is a knock on the door.
“Good morning Mykayla!” says my very happy next-door neighbour Shelly exclaims.
“Morning Shelly, the girls are watching tv,” I tell her as we walk into the apartment.
She and I struck up a quick friendship after we moved in. She is my age and currently attending the
local college. We moved here in the summer, and I started stressing out about what I would do with the
girls while I was at work. Shelly said she could watch the girls until school starts in the fall. I asked
about her classes, and she said that she is taking a couple of courses now, but they are all online.
“Ok, you two behave for Shelly. Here is some money if the three of you want to go exploring some
more. I will see you around 5:30 pm.” I tell them.
“Ok, Mykayla we will be fine. Have a great first day at work!” Bree practically screams excitedly.
I give both the girls a hug and head out the door. I got lucky that my apartment is only about a 15-
minute walk to work. I may start walking after I get to know the area more, but I drive now. I arrive at
work and park in my reserved parking spot. I get excited it has my name on it. AWESOME, I say to
myself. I enter the building, receive my security badge, and head towards the elevator. I push the
button to the top floor and wait. The door opens, and I put all the stuff I bought to help organize my stuff
on my desk. I read the nameplate on the door: Mr Dustin Trudeau, CEO. I can’t believe I got this
position. I begin to wonder if he is here yet. I jump a bit when the speaker on my phone beeps, and a
deep, husky voice says :
“Ms. Hollins I know you have arrived, I heard you set your things on your desk. Please come to my
office so I can formally meet my new administrative assistant.” He asks politely.
I gather myself and walk into the office. I stop suddenly and stare. It’s him, the guy from the cafe
yesterday. Well Shit!
Dustin
I knew she was here as soon as she stepped off the elevator. I could smell her amazingly sweet smell
—the same sweet coffee with a hint of coconut scent from yesterday. I was standing with Kaleb, my
beta and Nate, my Gamma when I first smelled her scent. It instantly drove me crazy. I began to look
around and search for the source of the sweet scent when I saw her sitting at the table at my favourite
cafe. She was drinking coffee and reading something on her phone. She is so beautiful. I couldn’t help
but stare at her. Finally, she picked her head up and looked around. When our eyes locked, it was over.
I knew then that she was my mate. The one is given to me by the moon goddess. I watched her when
two younger girls came out and sat with her. I was confused about this. She didn’t look old enough to
have children at that age which was about 8 or 9. I also became slightly angered by the fact that
someone else may have given her children. That’s when I heard one of the girls call her sister, and I
was instantly relieved. She stood up, and I could see that she was short, only about 5 '5 ``, with long
light brown hair with amazing highlights of a honey blonde and a fiery red. Her eyes were a dark forest
green with a hazel ring in the centre. She had the perfect body. Curves in the right places and perfectly
proportioned. Everything about her was perfect. I was completely lost in thought when Nate bumped
my shoulder and asked if I was ok. I shook my head and said that I was fine. Kaleb asked what had my
attention as it did. All I said was MATE. They both automatically understood. They asked who, and I
made a motion with my head to show them. They were both in awe.
“Mr Trudeau, are you feeling alright? I can come back later if you have to concentrate on more
important matters.” I stated.
I shook my head to bring myself back to reality. I looked at her and saw that she was concerned that I
might not be feeling well.
“No, I apologize. I was just thinking about something that happened yesterday.” I replied with a smile.
She gave me a smile, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her by her hips, pull her into my arms,
and feel her lips on mine. I reigned myself in and sat up straight in my chair. She was standing to my
left. I could smell her sweet scent, making it hard to concentrate. She asked for my cell phone, and I
looked at her with a raised eyebrow. I gave it to her, and she linked our work calendars. I said that we
should exchange numbers for work purposes, and she agreed. We got to work on some unfinished
contracts and other important issues that have been on hold. We worked until lunch, and she took the
papers and walked to her desk. I watched her walk out and shut my door. I knew then she would be a
fantastic administrative assistant but being this close and unable to touch her might just drive me
insane. Well, not touch yet anyway. I am going to have to be careful because she is human and not a
werewolf like me. I sat back and thought about how to approach this—time to talk to the parents.