Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Tyler's

POV

"Fifty Shades of Gray? That's what we are going to watch?!"

My little snow flower nodded like a beagle being asked by her master.

"I thought we were going to watch a funny movie."

"This is a funny movie," Elaine reasoned. "At least some part of it. The original trilogy is basically a fanfiction of Twilight, the movie we last watched."

"Twilight? The one where they portray vampires with diamond skin and werewolves that shift with clothes on?"

"Yup. That's the one!" Elaine even chucked, which made my brows furrowed in confusion. Mortals have a weird taste of literature to be honest. As Elaine grabbed her popcorn and I was left sitting on the golden couch shirtless and compelled to watch whatever this film is about, I slid my hand to my dick to keep my palm warm.

"The title sounds poetic though?" She just shrugged.

"So tell me..." I continued. "What are the fifty shades of gray?"

Elaine coughed and quickly reached for a cold glass of water as she put down her butter- flavored popcorn. "This movie is not about color, Lord Tyler. It's about BDSM."

"Breakfast and dinner since morning?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Jeez, Tyler. No," she chortled. "It's about kinky stuff and wild things couples do in bed

that includes leashes and handcuffs."

'Whatever she says...' Remus snorted.

"Whatever. Just bring it on."

And so the movie begins.

***

The movie has finally ended.

And I asked Elaine many times what are the names of the actors in case I have spare projects to give them in Sweet Heaven. But I think those two, I forgot the names (something like Ana and Christian if I'm not mistaken) would do well in Sugar Hell, the new brand and daughter company of Sweet Heaven that is yet to be launched and discussed with my board of directors. I told Elaine about this. And all she replied is, "I never knew werewolves are so business-

minded."

"Wait 'til you met the vampires."

"Wait, vampires are real?” Her voice thundered in the room.

I only smiled like a sheep as I turned my head towards her. "Legends will never be

legends if there were no real-life stories based upon it."

Elaine only inhaled through her nose.

Remus and I, throughout the rest of the night since my room is still 'under renovation' and we ended up asleep with her in this lavish golden bed, have finally won a debate against Elaine Winona, my ever-beautiful fiancée.

Elaine's POV

The rain remained pouring since we woke up at six.

"It's raining cats and dogs, babe." The naked Tyler whispered to my ears, his lips

eventually giving warm kisses on my neck and unclothed back.

"Then it's a sign that we should cuddle more." I only beamed at him in return.

I'm quite grumpy last night because I lost our little argument about Fifty Shades of Gray. Tyler eventually won. It seems like no matter what movie I watch with him, it will always end up as a one-star rating to Tyler.

Worst of all, there are no stars at all.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" I sat on the bed, hoisting my body from the golden pillow as I covered my bosom with the thick blanket. "No, what are you thinking?" Tyler beamed at me as he reached for his clothes. "Let's cook breakfast!"

***  

Though it's not so exciting because I have always cooked breakfast ever since I was in my old 'family', seeing a man cook makes my heart flutter like the fragile wings of a butterfly, filling my soul with glitters and stardust from above.noveldrama

"A man cooking is definitely sexy," I said as I leaned my body on the nook which looks like I'm laying my breasts atop the table and seducing Tyler to make me his breakfast instead. I was imagining sweats spread across his muscular chest and biceps as he did me in a butterfly position here, atop the marble breakfast table.

'Gosh, why so dirty, Elaine?!' I kept the scorching desire inside me at bay as Tyler emerged from the walk-in fridge bearing eggs, chives, bacon, and other food I cannot distinguish in his arms.

"I would very much be happy to lend you my hand," I breathed with a sexy wink. "It's morning, Elaine. I prefer hand jobs at night." My mouth sewn shut by his words as if those were threads that made my lips pursed tightly. "I mean the cooking, Alpha."

Tyler threw me a bemused look which I pouted upon. "What are you going to make?"   "A Japanese fluffy omelette, the one I saw in a Japanese restaurant the other night."

"Hmmm, are you craving it?" his lips formed into a smile that even if he wasn't facing me, I could see it.

"I'll chop the chives," I offered. I didn't wait for Tyler to answer as I got the knife and wooden cutting board, mincing the chives into tiny pieces enough for an egg omelette recipe.   "Can you hand me the butter, babe."

Babe. He's finally calling me with his twenty-first century nicknames again, and it stained

my cheeks with pink and made my tits harden in excitement.

"It's raining, Tyler. I think porridge with chicken broth and minced carrots fits the mood more than a plate of omelette."

He looked at me for about ten seconds before striding to the huge glass fridge that I first

thought was the shower.

  "But I've already beaten some eggs," he cried like a seven-year-old boy.

"You are a kitchen amateur, aren't you?" I clicked my tongue when he didn't respond.

This time, I smile because I know I won. "Let me cook the porridge for you."

"And let me cook the fluffy Japanese egg omelette for you," Tyler yielded those puppy eyes and cute voice which I eventually fell for.

  "Well, it's a nice idea anyway. Instead of boiling eggs, we try omelette as a partner for chicken porridge."

"And instead of cooking alone and brewing a kitchen disaster, you are here to catch and

save me, babe!"

I turned my heel towards him and tied my hair in a ponytail. "Women are born to cook while men grew up to eat from our cooking."

  Tyler only placed a soft kiss on my cheeks as he heated the frying pan with butter. "Do you know how to cook it?" I asked with wide eyes when he used the butter knife to spread the butter in the frying pan.

  His throat bobbed in answer. "I watched the tutorial video for this twenty times." "But you have never done it before?" The adorable White Wolf shook his head and I tally another point for Elaine Winona, zero to Tyler Jane.

My face shone brighter with that. Stretching my arms and folding the sleeve of Tyler's polo that I grabbed from his laundry, I grinned further amidst the dark, rainy, wet morning of March. "Then I guess you should learn from your fiancée who worked at a restaurant as an assistant cook for years, babe."