Finding My Pack by Lane Whitt Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Lane Whitt
relaxing at home. I know better, I doubt Remy is ever relaxed.
"Sorry for your wait Miss Kitten, that took longer than expected," Remy says, walking around and taking a seat behind his desk.
He sits forward with his fingers steeped together under his chin. I shift uncomfortably under his piercing gray eyes. I wish he didn't have to be so serious all the time.
"So what did you want to see me about?" I ask, getting this started so that it can end.
"There are several things. I'm just not sure where to start." He replies, sighing and leaning back in his chair. "I want you to understand Kitten, that all of us, even me," he smirks, "would like you to stay with us. Here, in our home, for as long as you would like." I wait for more but he doesn't continue.
"Uh, listen. I'll start by saying that I would love to stay here. The guys are nice to me and your house is amazing, better than any place I could have ever dreamed of staying." I pause, trying to get my words right. I take a deep breath. "The thing is...I just don't get why you would want me to. I mean, Tristan and Ash found me bleeding in the street, for Christ's sakes! I understand that some people can't walk away from a person in need, and I appreciate everything you've all done for me, don't get me wrong." I rush to say. God this is coming out wrong.
Remy speaks up then, saving me from bumbling on. "I understand what you're getting at. Truthfully, I don't know why we want you to stay. I can't give you the answers you seek in that department. It could be your youth, for some, your beauty. Perhaps it's how your gratefulness for simple things reminds us of where we came from. All I know is that each of us finds you fascinating and intriguing. We are simply drawn to you and like having you around." He holds his hands out wide in an “I-don't-know” gesture.
"Kitten", long, uncomfortable pause. "You haven't been shown the kindness in your life that you deserve. Trust doesn't come easily for you, no one understands that more than me. We don't want to hurt you. We won't make you do things you don't want. That's not who we are. I think you feel comfortable around us, maybe even trust us, just a little. If you thought we were bad people, you wouldn't still be here, would you?" Remy gives me a questioning look, eyebrow raised.
"You're right," I whisper. And he is. I haven't felt like I've been in danger at all since I've been here. I don't know why they want me here, but it doesn't matter. I want to be here and I want to know these remarkable boys. "Okay, I'll stay."
"Good." Remy smiles broadly. His whole face lights up when he smiles. He should smile more.
"I should work though; I don't want to just live off you. That's not right. There are a few places that let me work under the table. I can make my own money. I don't make much, but I'd like to at least contribute". I state firmly, this is a deal breaker for me.
Remy gives me what I think is a pleased smile. "We pool our money in this house, Miss Kitten. We hold a firm belief in 'what's yours is mine and mine yours'. That way everyone is taken care of. I'm glad you’re offering to contribute though only do so if you are willing to use our money as well. Everything is equal here."
That makes me a little uncomfortable. No way do I make as much as these guys. My part won't be equal. Although, no way am I staying and NOT throwing in what I make.
"What kind of work do you do Kitten?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious.
"There's an ice rink that I work at, a restaurant that lets me wash dishes when they are busy, and a hotel that lets me do laundry for them," I reply. I hate admitting that those are the only work I can get to someone who is obviously rich and probably has a great job. I'm not ashamed though, I do what I have to and it works for me.
"What do you do at the ice rink?"
"Sometimes I work at the snack bar,
"Sorry for your wait Miss Kitten, that took longer than expected," Remy says, walking around and taking a seat behind his desk.
He sits forward with his fingers steeped together under his chin. I shift uncomfortably under his piercing gray eyes. I wish he didn't have to be so serious all the time.
"So what did you want to see me about?" I ask, getting this started so that it can end.
"There are several things. I'm just not sure where to start." He replies, sighing and leaning back in his chair. "I want you to understand Kitten, that all of us, even me," he smirks, "would like you to stay with us. Here, in our home, for as long as you would like." I wait for more but he doesn't continue.
"Uh, listen. I'll start by saying that I would love to stay here. The guys are nice to me and your house is amazing, better than any place I could have ever dreamed of staying." I pause, trying to get my words right. I take a deep breath. "The thing is...I just don't get why you would want me to. I mean, Tristan and Ash found me bleeding in the street, for Christ's sakes! I understand that some people can't walk away from a person in need, and I appreciate everything you've all done for me, don't get me wrong." I rush to say. God this is coming out wrong.
Remy speaks up then, saving me from bumbling on. "I understand what you're getting at. Truthfully, I don't know why we want you to stay. I can't give you the answers you seek in that department. It could be your youth, for some, your beauty. Perhaps it's how your gratefulness for simple things reminds us of where we came from. All I know is that each of us finds you fascinating and intriguing. We are simply drawn to you and like having you around." He holds his hands out wide in an “I-don't-know” gesture.
"Kitten", long, uncomfortable pause. "You haven't been shown the kindness in your life that you deserve. Trust doesn't come easily for you, no one understands that more than me. We don't want to hurt you. We won't make you do things you don't want. That's not who we are. I think you feel comfortable around us, maybe even trust us, just a little. If you thought we were bad people, you wouldn't still be here, would you?" Remy gives me a questioning look, eyebrow raised.
"You're right," I whisper. And he is. I haven't felt like I've been in danger at all since I've been here. I don't know why they want me here, but it doesn't matter. I want to be here and I want to know these remarkable boys. "Okay, I'll stay."
"Good." Remy smiles broadly. His whole face lights up when he smiles. He should smile more.
"I should work though; I don't want to just live off you. That's not right. There are a few places that let me work under the table. I can make my own money. I don't make much, but I'd like to at least contribute". I state firmly, this is a deal breaker for me.
Remy gives me what I think is a pleased smile. "We pool our money in this house, Miss Kitten. We hold a firm belief in 'what's yours is mine and mine yours'. That way everyone is taken care of. I'm glad you’re offering to contribute though only do so if you are willing to use our money as well. Everything is equal here."
That makes me a little uncomfortable. No way do I make as much as these guys. My part won't be equal. Although, no way am I staying and NOT throwing in what I make.
"What kind of work do you do Kitten?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious.
"There's an ice rink that I work at, a restaurant that lets me wash dishes when they are busy, and a hotel that lets me do laundry for them," I reply. I hate admitting that those are the only work I can get to someone who is obviously rich and probably has a great job. I'm not ashamed though, I do what I have to and it works for me.
"What do you do at the ice rink?"
"Sometimes I work at the snack bar,
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