Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"Hearteaters will never be brave to step out in Moonburn since they are only in power when they are near their creator." Which was me, Eliane-my so-called mysterious other half by the way. I almost voiced it out if not for a ghastly grip that wrapped around my wrist. Eliane's grip.

"Hearteaters may travel around the world but their power and strength weakens the farther they are to the bones of Eliane." Nodding, I grabbed the remote and asked him to play a game with me so that we could immediately cut off our conversation about Eliane and her mighty creations. Our so-called masterpiece.

We ended up choosing Super Mario Bros, simple yet entertaining even until now. Tyler and I played, and I always ended up winning. I knew Tyler was just bullshitting the hell out of me because he knows I enjoy being the winner and him being the loser so that he could pressure me in bed that, since I won, I should be the one to do him.

The one that should be on top of him.

He just lets himself lose in the game so I could have a smiling face and grinning pussy. So I can do him under me, smiling at his victory.

Everything is almost so perfect this afternoon: the incandescent light of the candle in our room as well as its romantic lavender scent, the cuddling, the laughter echoing in the four corners...it looks as if I have never offended him at all. As if I have never been unwell.

Tyler is grinning ear to ear when I boast to him how I won the game for the fourth time around.

"Are you feeling okay now?" he asked, mouth twitching to the side as his eyes traveled to my beaming face. We're cuddling on the sofa while playing this game. No steamy stuff, just pure romantic cuddles.

I nodded at his question, a big smile plastered on my face. He kisses the top of my head for a long time, then repeatedly. My only response is my secret smile and the butterflies flapping their wings on my stomach as he snuggled closer towards me.

An hour later, Tyler called for room service and ordered us sumptuous food as soon as the menu was handed not to mention he chose the most expensive ones. My mouth waters as soon as I see the food in front of us when it arrives: steaming hot soups, grilled lobster topped with mozzarella, lavish huge chunks of steaks drowning in aromatic sauce. I could not do anything other than let my throat bobbed before quickly digging in, savoring every inch of the food and relishing the taste of every drink.

And of course, I tried more Greek food. We ate more Greek food-Moussaka is this creamy delicious dish made of spiced beef or lamb, cooked in tomato sauce and then layered with fried eggplant and bechamel sauce according to the chef that served us, who, by the way, was the very one who laid the plate in our table. Pastitsio, on the other hand, is another traditional Greek dish that consists of baked layers of pasta, juicy minced beef, bechamel and tomato sauce. They do love bechamel and tomato sauces as far as I have observed, not to mention that this dish is also topped with melted cheese. The minced beef is cooked in a tomato sauce along with some spices. Tyler said that the beef sauce has a similar taste to the Italian bolognese sauce which I immensely agree with. And lastly, Stifado, which is a Greek beef stew cooked with tomatoes, onions, cinnamon, vinegar or red wine, and a variety of spices and herbs. And it is either served with rice, chip potatoes, or egg pasta. I love it with chip potatoes and rice, not so much with the egg pasta. The personal Greek chef of our trip has also stated that this dish is suitable for cold winter days, served with a plate of mashed potatoes for a more hearty and warming meal. It's good to have a little bit of Greek cuisine knowledge with me. I can share it with Melissa or the Cafe del Luna chefs and staff so that we will have a more variety and diverse choices of food. Tyler was looking at me seriously as I gobbled each Greek food that met my eyes. "What? You're not used to seeing me eating like a pig?" I asked, brows knitting. He chuckled, brushing his thumb at the side of my lips. "Nothing. You still look beautiful even if you eat like a pig."

  I rolled my eyes at him while trying to turn my head away from his gaze to hide my blushing cheeks. "Whatever, Tyler."

"My wife has a fine dinner. I hope I'll still have mine to eat later." In response to his naughty remarks, I glared at him. Playfully. He smirked and chose to watch me the whole time as I chug the last piece of food on my plate.

His phone suddenly rings, and it immensely irritates me. Tyler answered it immediately so

I quickly put down my hands that I use to cover my ears. I watch how his facial expression

changes so quickly: jaw clenching, eyes turning into slits, and sighing like he accepted what the caller had just said.noveldrama

"What is it about?"

"Dr. Montesclaros is delayed for tonight because of the tropical cyclone."

I tried not to gasp."Can we just see another doctor?"

"I'll look up and see who can check up on you. Dr. Montesclaros is the only doctor I trust

in this field," he sighed. "It's sad to say I'm disappointed with him this time."

"It's not his fault if a cyclone has come on its way between us," I whispered, eyes darting to the skies outside. Yet, he still put his two hands on his waist as if my words did not convince him

either way.

Inhaling, I nodded at him because I'm beginning to feel sick again. Tyler must've seen my reaction the moment he shifted towards me. He sauntered like a peacock showing off one's feathers and I can't help but breathe in the fragrance of his scent to calm my senses. I used to love his perfume before. But when I sniffed his perfume this time along with his natural smell of rain and forest and mist...I almost choked and ran in a marathon towards the comfort room. Pushing the door open with a kick, I went to the sink and threw up everything I ate for tonight without hesitation.

Damn it. The food was so expensive-too expensive to just vomit and waste. I'm throwing up again; I don't know how many times I already did in just a single day. 'What the hell is wrong with my body?!' I asked myself, but it was more of a scold. My body answered back with a bile rising up to my throat.

I found myself emptying my stomach for another few minutes.

Tyler twisted my hair into a bun and gripped it tightly while I spew everything all out. It was a

long five minutes throwing up, only stopping to catch my breath.

My mate, husband, and bestfriend was standing next to me, helping me. Tending to me. My

limbs suddenly felt weak as if it would crash any second now-

And it did crashed into the cold tiles of the bathroom.

Not to mention that I freaking felt so sleepy suddenly.

And so, as I hoist my head to the side, the last thing I remember seeing before my vision

blurs was Tyler's anxious expression that almost sent him to tears.