Chapter 31 - Persephone


    I can’t believe I just did that! Who am I? Because I’m certainly not myself, or at least not the person I


    was before I met Jonathan. Before him, I’d have wrinkled my nose and dismissed the idea of putting


    work aside for a guy. I’d probably have made a face and gagged at the notion of giving a blow job, least


    of all in a bathroom. That’s more something André would do. He probably has either with Darren or


    someone he knew before Darren.


    Yeah, I will stop thinking about that before I get sick. No offense to André. He’s a good-looking guy, but


    beyond that, he’s family. I don’t want the visual of him sucking some guy’s dick in a bathroom. I cringed,


    wrinkling my nose as I shook my head vehemently in the bathroom stall.


    ‘How about focusing on Jonathan and the dick you just sucked.’ Sara suggested. ‘You enjoyed it, and


    you know it. And if you want to lie and say you didn’t, your wet panties say otherwise.’ She taunted.


    I didn’t have time for her foolishness. I had to get myself under control when I heard two male voices in


    the bathroom. I couldn’t walk out there blushing over what we’d just done. We are in a professional


    environment. Or at least that’s what this is supposed to be. The more I meet staff in thispany, the


    less I believe that’s true. The way they treat Jonathan is appalling. The disrespectful assholes are lucky


    my mate is such an easygoing and forgiving man.


    I get why Jonathan keeps his identity a secret, but I don’t think I can understand how he allows people


    to disrespect him, even when he’s Jonny. He doesn’t have to pull the boss card, but he should stand up


    for himself. The number of jaws that would drop, people that would shit or piss themselves, and


    groveling apologies that would happen if these people knew Jonny Weaver was their boss Jonathan


    Silvercloud.


    ‘He may not be willing to stand up for himself as Jonny Weaver, but at least he’s willing to do so for


    you.’ Sara pointed out as Jonathan stood up against Robbie and Dick… I mean Dirk, in my defense.


    I was ready to get involved and put these two assholes on their asses when things escted. I didn’t


    end up needing to, as John Kinsley walked in. I’m not sure if the med-bot was an excuse, but it was still


    weird for him to look for Jonathan in the bathroom. I’d ask how he knew where to find him, but that


    would be pointless. Even if they weren’t of the same pack, werewolves have a keen sense of smell


    he’d be able to track Jonathan anywhere in the building.


    Besides, John showing up in the bathroom, of all ces, made it even more entertaining. It’s a good


    thing they were in a bathroom because I’m pretty sure Robbie and Dick need to change their


    underwear after that. Imend myself for notughing until we returned to theb. After we were


    inside, all bets were off, and Iughed openly. Jonathan at least joined in myughter, while John didn’t


    look amused.


    “Aw, don’t be like that, John. You know you love me like your own flesh and blood.” Jonathan chuckled


    as he put an arm around John’s shoulders.


    They were opposites. John was clean-cut in a business suit and tie. Meanwhile, Jonathan had his thick


    beard, rocked casual jeans and a science joke tee. I don’t think I’ve seen such an eclectic group of


    ranked wolves as Bloodmoon. In Incubi, the ranked wolves always dress at least in business casual


    unless in their private time. The same for Nebrodi and even Madonie though André’s idea of business


    casual is a bit brighter than most.


    You’d never expect them to be friends, well maybe John and Charles, but that’s about it. Yet in


    Bloodmoon, their Alpha is a scruffy mountain man casual in jeans and nnel. Their Beta John is


    formal in a business suit. Their Gamma Charles favors a less formal look wearing business casual. And


    then there is their Delta, my mate Jonathan in geek casual. I’m still surprised with how well these four


    very different personalities manage to work together to run thergest pack in North America.


    “Yes… well, I’m stuck with you.” John sighed as he removed Jonathan’s arm from around his


    shoulders. “My brother did make a promise to your mother to look out for you. That didn’t go away


    when you became an adult.”


    John frowned as he looked at what Jonathan was wearing. “Some days, I question the adult part. What


    on earth are you wearing? This is a ce of business. Even Persephone has dressed appropriately.”


    He gestured to me.


    “What? I love this shirt. Isis and Kurt got it for me, so if you have a problem, take it up with your niece.”


    Jonathan grinned as he stepped back to my side. “And you act like I can’t dress up. I wore a suit at


    least six times.”


    “Six times? That’s your p back to him saying you dress childishly?” I arched my eyebrow.


    “Weddings and funerals do not count, Jon.” John sighed in exasperation as he ran a hand over his


    face.


    “So, did you want to discuss the med-bot? Or was there another reason you tracked us to the


    restroom?” I asked, deciding John might prefer a change in subject.


    “While, yes, I would like an update on the project. It wasn’t the main reason I was looking for Jon.” John


    nodded.


    “What’s up?” Jonathan asked as he hopped onto the workstation, casually kicking his legs.


    I couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping my lips. Jonathan is too damn adorable for words.


    “Beg your pardon. Please, continue, Mister Kinsley.” I blushed, embarrassed at giggling so suddenly,


    as John arched his brow at me.


    “We should discuss this elsewhere, somewhere more secure,” John suggested ncing at where the


    camera was.


    “Ah… yes, hold on. I had a rather ingenious revtionst night. I probably would’ve gotten out of bed


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    to build it, but someone….” Jonathan smirked as he winked at me. “Was dead set on keeping me in


    bed.”


    I rolled my eyes, hating that I was blushing.


    “Enough with taunting Miss Fayte. Please get to your point.” John gestured with his hand for him to


    move things along.


    “Alright, alright.” Jonathanughed as he jumped down and went to hisputer. “I’ll taunt her in


    private at home.” He muttered though we both heard him.


    ‘Oh, how you look forward to him teasing you at home.’ Sara chuckled.


    I ignored her and focused on the zing-fast movements of Jonathan’s fingers on his keyboard. Damn,


    he’s got some talented fingers.


    ‘This isn’t news. Jonathan finger-banged you, so you already know he’s good with his hands.’ Sara


    didn’t miss a beat. I swear the Goddess must have decided that if I lived outside of Sicily and far from


    André D’Amore, I needed a horndog for a wolf to make up for it.


    “And…..done.” Jonathan turned to us with a grin. “Like how the elevator ys a loop when I go to my


    office, it can loop for myb.”


    “Wait… but what security footage are you looping? If someone were watching us, they’d have seen


    John with us, so you couldn’t just loop footage of you in yourb.” I questioned, furrowing my brow.


    “She makes a valid point.” John nodded.


    “The program snags five minutes of footage from before I trigger it. So if someone in security is


    watching, they will see the three of us talking and John getting annoyed.” Jonathan smiled proudly.


    “And you only thought of that after John showed up instead of before our trip to the bathroom?” I asked


    incredulously. What the hell? I could have avoided kneeling on a bathroom floor to give him a blow job


    and then dealing with those two assholes?


    “I considered it, but the loop breaks if the door is opened. And we can’t simply lock myb like we did


    the bathroom.” He shrugged.


    “I don’t want to know what you deviants were doing in that bathroom.” John sighed, pinching the bridge


    of his nose. “It’s good I have more important things to deal with.”


    “We will circle back to thister.” I pointed at Jonathan before I turned to John. “So what did you need


    with us? Or I guess with Jonathan since I’m not part of the pack or your Delta yet.”


    “You will be soon enough, and my reason is two parts that involve you both.” John sighed.


    “First, Cillian is outside. He’s been sitting in his car for hours.” John certainly doesn’t ease into subjects.


    “Probably arguing with his wolf about wanting to barge into the building to find M.”


    “That figures.” Jonathan shrugged. “You, of all people, should know how hard it is to ignore the pull of


    the bond. Irving had you sitting stalker-like in rose bushes, watching Sarael at her house.” Jonathan


    teased.


    “I’m not saying I don’t understand.” John rolled his eyes. “I stopped at his car before entering the


    building. Hopefully, I’ve talked him out ofing inside. I’ve exined that doing so will only cause


    more harm than good.”


    “Is the second part about Shikoba knowing of werewolves now that she’s Rohan’s second chance


    mate?” I asked.


    “She’s what? Why wasn’t I informed of this?” John’s surprise was short-lived as he narrowed his eyes


    at Jonathan.


    “It happened fast. And I handled it. I gave Shikoba Charles’ number, said she could call him if needed


    and told her she should give Rohan a chance. Persephone exined a bit more about his past. So I


    think she’ll give him a chance.” Jonathan shrugged.


    “This is not what I need right now.”John groaned and rubbed his temples.


    “No point stressing over it. Rohan and Shikoba have to work things out from here. All we can do is


    provide support as they ask for it.” I rationalized. “So, if Shikoba and Rohan weren’t the second reason


    for youing here, what was?”


    “You’re family.” John sighed. “One in particr.”


    “What did André do now?” I sighed, quickly guessing who could be causing John stress.


    “He’s decided he doesn’t have to or want to wait. He’s going to be here tomorrow with Darren and


    Lando in tow. The others are still waiting till next week as they have young children to ount for when


    traveling.” John exined.


    “Goddess, help us.” I groaned. “He couldn’t give me a week. Oh crap, he’s probably decided to hand


    deliver those ‘care packages’ to Isis and me.” I pped my hand to my forehead.


    “Care packages?” Jonathan arched his brow.


    “Why is my niece involved in this?” John asked.


    “After it got out that I’m Jonathan’s mate, a group chat was started. In his excitement, André decided he


    would send a care package of his favorite toys and vored lubes for experimenting sexually with. And


    because of how Isis responded to his suggestion, he determined she needed a care package too and


    “Is that what you didn’t want me or Delh to see?” Jonathan snickered. “Your Alpha nephew offering


    you a care package of sex toys and lube? Sounds like a nice gesture to me.”


    “Jonathan, stop talking. Beyond that, I want to know nothing about your sex life. I want to know even


    less about my niece’s sex life.” John sighed, shaking his head.


    “John, you need to rx. Maybe André should bring you a care package too. You can drop the kids off


    with an overnight sitter. I’m sure Colby and Allie will take them for you. And have a fun night in with


    Sarael.” Jonathan suggested.


    “Your suggestion of whatever Alpha André is bringing for Persephone and. Goddess help me, Isis


    aside, that’s not a bad idea. I’m sure Sarael and I could both use a good night’s rest.” John nodded,


    heading to the door.


    “When you leave the building, just be mindful that Cillian is out there. Try to keep him from getting too


    close to M.” John instructed before walking out.


    Great. André ising early because he’s annoying, and Cillian is outside hoping to reach his mate. I


    don’t know why we don’t just let him get to M. She’ll scent him and maybe give up her idiotic n to


    have Jonathan.