Shifter Romance: In the Pale Moonlight (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (New Adult Shifter Billionaire Romance Short Stories Alpha) by A.J. Lewis Read Free Book Online Page B

I felt a little pang of pity for the old man then. There had to be a way to get someone here to help the situation.
    “Just don’t hurt the old guy please? Let him go to jail or something. It’s the right thing to do.”
    Rex’s entire demeanor changed then. He threw his head back and laughed, clutching the money to his chest as great bursts of a deep throaty laugh escaped his mouth. Yeah, I think it was safe to say this guy was out of his mind. The laughter continued for far longer than was necessary.
    “I’m not going to hurt him. Yeah, I’m going to fire the guy and he’ll be blacklisted and excluded from our uh club but he won’t be physically hurt. Well, unless he tries to assault me when I let him out. It’s fine. This guy was my assistant. I guess he thought if he didn’t let me back out from the basement he could just have free run of the place.”
    Club? I’m assuming he was in some sort of “elite, I have money” club, despite not wanting the old guy to be hurt. I didn’t quite understand why that wasn’t his motivation. This guy was something else. Rex held out the crumpled bills to me again.
    “I don’t really want to take this. I was already prepaid for the cleaning. I’m just glad everything is ok.”
    Rex shook his head and smiled an easy smile, “Please. It’s the least I could do.”
    I still didn’t want it. It felt wrong. Even if the dude could afford it and I needed it. We went back and forth on the matter with him insisting and me rejecting it, until I won out. He watched as I gathered my supplies and waved goodbye to me when I drove my car out of his long driveway and onto the street.
    It’d been an exhaustingly confusing day, and the sun was setting. The entire drive back to my tiny apartment I debated on calling the cops anyway. He’d seemed so honest when he said he wouldn’t hurt the guy. I didn’t know how to take the whole ordeal. If there ended up being some sort of murder or something, I would be to blame for not coming forward.
    The old guy probably deserved it. What a terrible thought, but really. Who are these crazy people? I made it home just as the streetlights flicked on. My keys jangled in the door when I unlocked it, and my fluffy grey tomcat Mouser rushed out of the door and into the night as soon as I opened it. I watched his little form dart across the complexes yard. He stopped to sniff at a tree and then jogged around.
    I sometimes worried about him, but he would be scratching to come back in within the hour. He knew who fed him and where his comfy bed was. My living room only contained a small couch with a round coffee table. It faced an old TV that I never really turned on.
    My insides were grumbling with hunger as I set everything down and reached for the fridge door. Inside the only thing I had was a couple of hard lemonades and some cheese cubes. Not the best mix, but I hadn’t been able to grocery shop this week. I laid my mighty feast out on my coffee table and stuffed a handful of cubes into my mouth, then sorted through the pile of mail I’d picked up. Bills bills bills.
    I should’ve just taken the Rex guys money. If that really was his house then he had cash to spare. Then a horrible thought came to me. What if he was lying? The whole situation confused, and scared me. I really needed to rethink my job. It was normally quick fast money, but I didn’t particularly like cleaning people’s house. I learned way too much information about them that I didn’t particularly want to know.
    The sound of a knock at my door broke my concentration. It was probably the neighbor lady wanting to talk my ear off again. I didn’t mind it most of the time, but tonight I was too tired. I walked around to my bedroom and peaked out of the curtains to make sure. Nope, it was a pizza guy. He must have the wrong apartment.
    I cracked opened the door.
    “Lacy Adams?” The guy asked.
    I nodded my head in surprise. “I’ve got a delivery for you. It’s already