knew it was something I hated.
I looked my mom up and down, she seemed happy about this match, overly happy. It made me wonder just what this girl was going to be like. With my life-time worth of experience being part of this family it had always been blatantly obvious that we didn’t accept just anybody into our mix. In the last few years when I had publically displayed my independence, my wealth and my looks I had almost been shunned out of the ranks. Apparently dating girl after girl just wasn’t the best image for one of the oldest families in England. We were almost royalty in our age, of course we had no blood links with them, no our bloodline had stayed clear of royal blood, what good would it do for the queen to be a shape-shifter.
“Mr Hastings there is a woman here to see you,” Linda spoke nervously into the intercom. She had always been nervous, my secretary, whether it was my unpredictable nature or the bear that shifted constantly beneath my human skin that made her so, I wasn’t sure.
“She’s here,” my mom said, actually singing this time. It almost seemed like she was going to leap up from her chair but somehow, and I’m not sure how, she remained seated.
The excitement that she showed was definitely not contagious as excitement was supposed to be. Instead of reflecting her mood I shrunk back in my seat as the nerves from before re-surfaced anew inside me. It took me a second to remember myself, remember who I truly was; William Hastings, heir to the Hastings name and owner of the richest company in the country. No, it would do no good to be nervous. I straightened my back and sat firmly in my chair; while there was no escaping the inevitable there was perhaps a way to make it work.
“Send her in,” I said sharply down the intercom most likely making Linda jump in the process.
“You’re going to love her, I just know it. Her family’s status in the community is almost as good as ours and her family has money, lots of money,” my mom bumbled all at once.
“Great,” I muttered quiet; she was from old money, the same kind of money that now filled my bank accounts but through a different means, I had earned my money.
There was no going back now, my future wife was about to walk in. I breathed in deeply; yes there was no avoiding the inevitable. I prayed that my mom had chosen wisely for my fate was uncomfortably in her hands.
Chapter Three
A few minute passed and I knew Linda would be fussing over the woman, making sure she had everything she needed before entering. Not for the first time I wished that I had chosen a more efficient secretary, one that was perhaps a little quicker. Now the woman, no she wasn’t the woman she was my fiancé, was so close I wanted to get this over and done with. While it occurred to me that these last precious few seconds before I laid eyes on her were to be my last moments of freedom I tried not to dwell on the fact. Finally, slowly but surely, the door swung open.
The woman was beautiful. I’m not sure why the fact was a shock, my mom had chosen her after all but it was indeed a fact, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her long fiery red hair was a perfect complement to my own short styled blonde. It was wavy but only just, flowing down her back, the startling shade was unlike anything I had ever seen before. The woman’s face was just slightly sun kissed making her hair stand out violently against her complexion. She was slender but not skinny, perfect curves framed her body in a way that looked so right. Yes, she was nothing less than beautiful.
It took a second, a long torturous second, before she finally met my eyes. The colour, such a unique shade of swirling blue almost knocked the breath out of me as they collided with my own chocolate brown orbs. The demon I had fantasised about, the one that was going to come and take my life away from me was normal. She held my eyes for just a moment longer and her bright red lips twisted into the