ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting (12 page)

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By Rachel S. William

Laura Francois glared at her father and walked out of the living room of her parents’ home. She had had enough of the ancient laws that her kind were bound to; and wanted to make a life for herself. She was supposed to go out that night with her parents and the Fountains so that she could get to know the man that she was supposed to eventually marry. In the old days, she wouldn’t have been even given the luxury of getting to know him at all; she simply would have had to marry him and that would be that. The werewolf shape shifter clans had made alliances and kept ties this way for thousands of years; but Laura was anything but a traditional girl.

At twenty-one, she was a beautiful curvaceous, blue-eyed brunette that had ambitions all her own. She wanted to start her own law firm and choose her own partner when he finally came along. Most humans were not bound to pre-arranged marriages, so Laura didn’t see why she had to be.  She was a smart girl with a mind all her own; and she was determined to find a way out of this predicament. She pulled her long, black hair back in a ponytail and pulled her black dress up over her large breasts so she wasn’t revealing too much cleavage.

“All I’m asking you to do for the moment is go to dinner with them so that you can get to know one another,” David Francois said to his daughter as he walked into the den were she had gone.

“No it’s not all you’re asking of me. Dinner is only the beginning-what’s next is our wedding. You are just trying to ease me into this whole situation,” she said.

“Laura, it’s been this way with our families for thousands of years. It’s the best way to ensure our alliances and make sure that we mate with our own kind,” her mother, Gina said as she walked into the room

She turned to face her mother. “It would be one thing if Vincent Fontaine wasn’t such a creep. You know he makes extra money in the underground fighting rings, don’t you? He’s not just a business man who owns an auto mechanics shop,” she said.

“Those are rumors started by your friend, Jenn. You know how she likes to stir up the pot,” her father replied.

“It’s the truth. Not only that, I’ve seen him out with a few different women. Whose to say he’s going to stop his womanizing just because he’s marrying me?” she asked.

David turned away from her and looked out of the window.

“Please my dear, just give him a chance,” her father said.

Laura did not reply; but she was resigned to meet him for the sake of her parents. Marrying him was another matter that she did not intend to go through with.

They met the Fontaines at the Café Cezanne, a five star restaurant uptown. The Fontaines were arrogant and haughty; and Laura could feel their eyes wash over her as she and her parents sat down at the table. Harold and Madeleine Fontaine were studying Laura as if they trying to size up whether or not she was good enough for their son to marry. They were more interested in the ties that they would make with the Francois’s that would help their social standing in the wolf shape shifter community.

“It is very good to see you all again,” David said in his usual friendly manner.

“Likewise,” Harold Fontaine said.

“Where is Vincent?” Gina asked.

“He is waiting over there for Laura. They will have their own table so that they may engage one another in private,” Madeleine said.

Laura’s parents looked at her and nodded. She reluctantly walked over to where Vincent was siting. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back, making him look somewhat like a gangster. He had rippling muscles, which made the arms of his suit fit tightly and stubble appearing on his chin. He wore an arrogant, suggestive grin.

“Come sit down. I won’t bit. Not yet anyways,” he said. Laura did not laugh although she supposed he would have like it if she had.

“We need to get to know one another if we are soon to be married,” he said.

“I haven’t agreed to that as of yet,” she said.

“I think you will,” he said, raising an eyebrow and placing his hand on her knee.

She pulled her knee away from him.

“There will be plenty of time for more intimate relations,” he said.

“Don’t be so sure,” she said.

“I think you’ll come around,” he said, with more than a hint of arrogance.

Laura got through the rest of dinner fighting the urge to get up and walk out for the sake of her parents.

“So, how did it go?” her mother asked her as they drove back to their house.

“About like I expected. I think he might be an even bigger pig than I thought he was. I thought I was supposed to be married to a wolf,” she joked.

“Very funny,” David said.

When Laura felt frustrated and upset, she would go out to the wild beaches of the outer banks nearby and shift into her wolf form. She went out to her favorite spot and shape shifted when she was sure that no one was around to see. Within seconds, she became a large grey and white wolf and ran through the sand, passing a herd of wild horses that looked at her as she ran by. She howled at the full moon; and continued her run. From the nearby woods, she saw the glowing eyes of another wolf looking out towards her. She wondered if this was a wild wolf or a shape shifter like her. She ran on; and the other wolf ran up towards her. She decided to turn and speak to the animal. It was a sleek, handsome black wolf.

“Who are you?” she asked as the black wolf came close to her.

“I’m Frank Bolton, your old friend from high school,” he said.

Laura sniffed him and recognized his scent. She was pleased to see the friend that she had known in high school again after four years. She and Frank had had an attraction for one another; but they had never acted upon it. They had always dated other people and remained friends. After high school, Frank had moved away and they had lost touch.

“How have you been?” she asked him.

“I’ve been doing fairly well for myself. I’ve started my own law firm; and it’s expanded to several different cities. I moved back to this area about a year ago,” he said as they ran side by side in the moonlight.

“And you?” he said.

“I’m trying to get into the law business myself; but lately I’m been dealing with the fact that my parents want to match me up with Vincent Fontaine,” she said.

“I’m sorry to hear that. He’s a real creep, that one,” he said.

“Tell me about it,” she said. She became very curious at that point as to how he looked now in his human form. “Would you mind transforming? I haven’t seen you in a long time; and to tell the truth, I wouldn’t mind having a look at you,” she said.

“Sure,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you as well,” he said.

They both transformed and stood naked before one another. She looked at Frank with his rippling muscles and short, curly brown hair. His hazel eyes glistened in the moonlight. He was more handsome than ever. His eyes washed over her shoulder-length raven black hair that blew wildly in the night breeze and her sparkling blue eyes. He allowed his eyes to descend to her perfect large breasts and along her big beautiful curves and gorgeous legs. His mouth practically fell open; and he quickly looked back into her eyes to avoid being too inappropriate.

She laughed. “It’s ok, I’m checking you out too,” she said.

He smiled. “Laura, I don’t mind telling you that I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. It seems like fate that we should run into each other like this,” he said.

“Oh Frank, I’ve thought about you too,” she said as her hand gently touched his shoulder. They both could feel something as they made contact with one another, not unlike a sudden jolt of electricity. Suddenly, a couple came jogging down the beach a few hundred yards away; and they were forced to hide out in the woods nearby.

They watched the couple run by. Laura began to walk back out to the beach; but accidentally fell into a small hole in the ground. Frank reached down to help her up. As he pulled her to him, she fell into his arms. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment; and then became overwhelmed by the urge to kiss one another. They gave in and their lips locked in a passionate exchange. Soon their hands began to grope one another feverishly, breaking the sexual tension that used to exist between them. Frank let his tongue explore her erect nipples in a circular fashion as she sighed with delight. Her hands reached down to his manhood, stroking it in anticipation.

“Are you sure about this?” he said as he came up from her breast for air.

“I’ve never been more certain about anything,” she said. Then, her mouth began to kiss his muscular chest. Frank laid her down gently in the sand and opened her legs like butterfly wings. He slid into her gently; and began to thrust into her with slow strokes. She moaned expectantly and took his huge cock eagerly, locking eyes with him. His hands caressed her shoulders and worked their way down her sides while steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts. Laura came suddenly saying his name in a whispery voice.

“Oh Frank!” she said. The sight of her big, gorgeous pupils dilating with pleasure as her breasts swirled with a wild motion was all he could stand. He pulled out and came all over her stomach while she licked her lips sensually.

“Oh my GOD!” he moaned. They lay in the sand gazing into each other’s eyes while the surf gently purred in the background.

After a few minutes of silence she spoke. “I can’t believe we did that after all these years of not even going out on a date with each other,” she said.

“It was something that we always felt; but never acted on. I think it was about time,” he said.

“Oh Frank, if only I could be with you instead of that creep, Vincent. What can I do?” she said.

“Don’t despair, we will figure out some way for you to get out of this,” he said as he looked up into her blue eyes and kissed her lips.

They got dressed and aid their goodbyes.

“Please tell me we will see each other again soon,” she said.

“Someone would have to kill me or imprison me to keep me from seeing you again,” he said.

They kissed one final time before saying their goodbyes. Frank reassured her that he would be in touch soon.

Laura could think of nothing but Frank since that magical night they spent together. She was due to come over to her parents because they had an important matter to speak with her about. She was not looking forward to what she was sure was a conversation about her upcoming marriage to Vincent.

She sat at her parents’ large dining room table looking down at her glass of water. She touched the cold edge of the glass, thinking of how wonderful it felt to caress Frank’s heaving body.

“Laura dear, we need to talk about an event that will be happening in a couple of months,” Gina said.

“Mom, I’m not going through with it. I know that you really want me to and I don’t want to disappoint you; but I just can’t marry Vincent,” she said.

“Please, just hear me out before you start putting up a wall,” she replied.

“The truth is I didn’t love your father when we were first married; but as I got to know him, I realized that he was a loving and sensitive man that was willing to cater to my every need. I grew to love him as you will grow to love Vincent,” she said.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen. Vincent is not like dad- he’s a jerk with a capital ‘J’,” she said as she left the room. Her mother shook her head and sighed.

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Later that night, Vincent left his mechanic shop and drove to an abandoned warehouse downtown. Cars were already parked up and down the street. He looked around to make sure no suspecting eyes were following his movements; and he wrapped on the door with the secret knock. The door opened and a large black man, named Mack smiled at him.

“Come on in, boss, everyone’s waiting,” he said. Vincent walked in and passed through two rooms until he opened the door to a large open room in the warehouse. Several men were gathered on one side of the room, many of them wearing expensive suits. They cheered as Vincent walked in and greeted them.

“Thanks for coming everyone. We will now start begin the first fight of the day,” he said. Several men cheered and waved money in the air after this.

Mack grabbed a microphone that had been set up and began to announce the first fight.

“In this corner, the feistiest wolf this side of Transylvania, Cameron Colbert!” A tall, muscular man with a mustache and no shirt on raised up his right fist as cheers went up in the crowd. Over here we have a canine that could rival the hound of the Baskervilles, Sam Jameson!” A shorter; but stockier man with red hair raised up his right hand and more cheers went up.

“You gentlemen know the rules- there are none!” Mack shouted as cheers went up again. Now, let the fighting commence!

The two men soon transformed into their wolf forms. They began to scratch and bite at one another. Cameron gained the upper hand pouncing on Sam trying to tear at his throat. Sam managed to throw Cameron off of him; but he was badly wounded. Cameron turned to face him; and pounced on him again. Sam began to bleed badly from a scratch that had been inflicted on his right shoulder. Cameron bit Sam on his other shoulder as blood began to flow down Sam’s chest. Sam let out a whine of defeat and retreated from the ring.

“Looks like we have a winner boys!” Mack shouted as cash exchanged hands and boos mixed with cheers. Vincent looked from side to side, nodding his head in approval of the victor.

“Now we come to the time when challenges can be issued. We are through with the planned fights. Does anyone here wish to challenge anyone?” Mack said. At first, no one came forward; but a few seconds later, Frank emerged form the back of the crowd and spoke,

“I do,” he said. “I want to challenge Vincent Fontaine,” he said. The crowd went silent. No one had ever challenged Vincent like this before, although he had participated in fights there in the past; and had always proven to be the victor.

Vincent looked at Frank and laughed. They had met some time a while back; and Vincent didn’t think of him as a worthy adversary. Vincent laughed and began to take off his shirt.

“This is going to be a walk in the park,” he said.

“One more things,” Frank said. “If I win this fight, you will agree not to marry Laura Francois,” he said. Vincent pondered this for a minute; and then spoke.

“Very well. I’m not planning on losing this fight so I really don’t care what the conditions are,” he said. The two men shook hands, sizing each other up. Vincent yanked Frank forwards towards him, slamming him into his own chest with a shit-eating grin. Frank pulled away and regained his footing.

Frank nodded. The two rivals took their places on opposite sides of the ring. Frank took off his shirt- he was not quite as muscular as Vincent; but he was certainly a worthy adversary. Some money began to exchange hands in the crowd. The vast majority of the men were betting in favor of Vincent being the victor.

The two men changed into their wolf forms. Frank snarled as his black fur stood up in an angry, defiant gesture. Vincent was a silver and white wolf, bearing its enormous fangs. Suddenly the two wolves lurched at each other. As they fell together they began to bite and law, each one trying to get the upper hand on the other. Vincent tried to bite at Frank’s neck; but Frank kicked him off with his powerful hind legs. The two wolves faced off again as the crowd’s yells grew louder.

“Get ‘em Vincent!” someone cried out. Vincent leapt onto Frank’s back biting and tearing as he did so. Frank shook him off again; and sprang on Vincent whose legs who was trapped belly up underneath him. Frank tore into Vincent’s left shoulder ripping open the flesh. Blood began to pour from the wound; and Vincent howled in pain. He fought back ferociously and managed to scratch Frank on his left flank. Frank began to bite Vincent’s throat; but he pushed off from him and retreated from out of the ring. Frank got to his feet and transformed back into his human form. Mack looked at Frank who now stood alone in the ring.

“Well, it appears our victor is Frank Bolton,” Mack said- there was a fair amount of booing; but some cheering from the few who had dared to take a chance on the underdog. Those men smiled in satisfaction as money exchanged hands again.

Frank went into the back room where Vincent had retreated. He found Vincent tending to the wound on his shoulder, looking in the mirror.

“So then, I have your word. You will forget about marrying Laura, then?” he said.

              Vincent turned and smiled at Frank. “You were more of a worthy adversary than I thought. Kudos to you,” he said as he opened a door in the back of the room and disappeared. He locked the door behind him. Frank tried to open the door; and shouted at Vincent from his side of the door.

              “I’m going to hold you to your word,” he said.