Beautiful Creatures Series

Chapter 44: 2

Gordon sat at the bar. After finding his shitty wife cheating, he had decided to go to the Mausoleum. It was a dive bar in Aspen that was popular with truckers, bikers, and his pack. Gordon was drinking alone tonight. He was halfway through his third beer and tapping Mackenzie’s business card against the top of his glass. He had been debating calling her and asking Mackenzie to join him for a drink.

It had been years since Gordon had picked up a woman. Twenty-five years, to be specific. Girls today were different. He was just some ageing biker. What did he have to offer a classy lady like Mackenzie? Then again, she had given him her number without him asking for it. She must have seen something in him. He stared at the phone number on the back of the card for a long time, then he picked up his beer and drained the glass empty. Placing the glass on the bar top, Gordon reached into his jacket, taking out his smartphone. He punched in Mackenzie’s number and hit call.

It rang once… twice… three times. His nerves were raw. He should hang up. Four… five… “Mackenzie Starr,” Gordon stopped breathing. She actually answered, and now he was speechless. “Hello?” He couldn’t. Gordon hung up and placed his phone on the bar top. God, he felt like such a loser. Suddenly his phone rang, and Gordon picked it up. Oh God, she was calling back.

Gordon stared at his phone, debating whether or not to answer it. Man up! He scolded himself. You’re 45 years old, not 12. Answer the call. Gordon picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“I’m returning a call. You just called?” Mackenzie’s voice came over the line.

“Yes, sorry, um… it’s Gordon. You gave me your number back in my tattoo shop earlier today.”

“Oh, I remember you,” her voice had taken on a silky undertone.

“I was wondering if you were busy tonight?”

“Not at all.”

“Would you be interested in getting drinks with me?”

“I would love to get drinks with you. Do you know where the Spring? It’s the bar at the Mountain Plaza Hotel,” he did; it was an expensive hotel that catered to CEOs and wealthy tourists. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes if you would like to meet me there.”

He would prefer a bar with a laxer dress code, but he would go where she wanted. “I’ll see you there,” Gordon hung up with a smile. That went well. Gordon stood up and walked out of the bar.

He drove to the hotel and parked his bike. He walked into the building and saw the bar entrance right there in the lobby. Gordon went in and took a seat at the bar. “What can I get you?” The clean-cut male bartender in the tight black top asked.

“A martini for me,” Mackenzie ordered as she slipped onto the barstool next to him. “And I’m guessing a beer for you?” She asked playfully.

“Whatever is on tap,” he said, looking her over. Mackenzie had changed out of her suit and into an incredible purple designer cocktail dress that slid up her creamy thighs when she crossed her right leg over the other. It was impossible not to stare. “And I thought you looked good back at my shop.”

“Thank you. I was at dinner with a friend when you called.”

“Did I take you away from a date?”

so we went out to dinner, but I was tired of the sobbing. You gave me an excuse

the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. He took out his wallet and paid for

you,” Mackenzie said as she picked up her glass and sipped it. “I’ll have to get the

been a long time

Gordon looked at her, surprised by the question. “The ring on your left hand,” she said, nodding

his wedding band for a moment and then back at her. “No, she doesn’t know

“As of when?”

work. I caught my wife with another man. I caught her with one of

“I’m sorry.”

her. “If you knew I was married, why did you

who is going to make it and who isn’t. I didn’t have to

“Fun?”

“Sex.”

“Sex?”

I wanted you. A woman decides within thirty seconds of meeting a man whether

“No commitment? No strings?”

mutual shallow

twenty-five years of being stuck with the same vile woman, he could indeed use an enjoyable romp. The only question was, should he? Gordon smiled at

hotel room key card out of her small handbag to show it to him. It was clear she had been planning this encounter from the get-go. She must have paid for the

his beer back in one shot and stood

the elevator. The doors slid open shortly after, and they both stepped on. She swiped the card again, and the doors slid shut. They were silent as the elevator went up. They got off on the fifth floor and walked down the hall

she kicked off her pumps and placed her handbag on the desk. She then turned and smiled at him. Gordon had to admit he was excited but nervous. It had been decades since he had

gotten her pregnant with their daughter Aster. Gordon had done what he thought was the right thing and married the mother of his child, but after he said I do things went wrong and quickly. He had only stayed with her for so long because he was a

catching his wife with his friend, Gordon broke. He couldn’t do it anymore. Fuck tradition.

had no words. She stood before him in a deep purple and black lace bra and panties set, he

with

was on the shorter side of tall, merely six feet even. He weighed two hundred pounds, but he was all muscle. He could attribute his superb physical fitness to the fact that he was a Lycanthrope, and as one, he had a supernaturally fast metabolism. Besides his fantastic physique, Gordon had a rugged bad boy appeal with his chiselled features, his long ebony hair and the slightest hint of grey in his three-week-old beard. Then there were his eyes. He had typical Lycanthrope eyes, a bright, striking amber colour that

time, and he feared he might have lost his mojo. He had to admit it only to himself. He was scared he wouldn’t measure up. He was afraid he wouldn’t last long. The only thing he wasn’t afraid of was getting it up because he was at full salute already. Gordon just stood there, his gaze rolling over her delectable curves taking in her

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