Dragon Protectors: Shifter Romance Collection

by Lola Gabriel

  But Addison had an almost trance-like hold on him, her appeasing nature so good for his soul. She didn’t allow anyone to walk over her, but at the same time, there was this calm air surrounding her, like she could resolve conflicts with her mere presence.

  It was almost like Addison belonged to another century. Perhaps that was why Marcus was so drawn to her.

  In his pocket, his cell began to chime. He grabbed it, half-hoping it was Addison calling.

  Marcus released a feral grumble as he recognized the name on his display.

  “That doesn’t sound good,” Anders piped in, and Marcus inhaled sharply, answering the call.

  “Yes, Tatiana.”

  “We have a problem,” she greeted him, but he was not surprised in the least.

  “It is going to have to wait,” he replied. “I’m in New York attending to some business.”

  “Well, this can’t wait,” she snapped. “Listen.”

  Marcus resisted the urge to bark a refusal. “Go ahead.”

  “Someone has been pilfering money from the corporate accounts,” she said tightly. “And it has your name all over it.”

  Marcus bolted up, his spine a steel rod of fury.

  “Excuse me?” he growled. “How dare you?”

  “I am just telling you where the money trail leads,” Tatiana said. “The wire transfers are done under your name and sent to an account in the Caymans. You have offshore accounts, don’t you, Marcus?”

  “So does ninety percent of the privileged world, Tatiana,” he argued. “Why am I willing to bet that you have a few yourself?”

  “I won’t ask why you sound so defensive. You need to get back to Toronto,” she insisted, “and we need to straighten this out.”

  “You are accusing me of stealing from my own company!” he spat. “Forgive me for sounding defensive.”

  Anders’ head jerked up in shock, but Marcus signaled him to be silent.

  “Marcus, all I can say is that this paper trail doesn’t lie. You’ll see that the transfers have all been through your identification.”

  “How much money are we talking about?”

  For a moment, Tatiana was silent, as if debating whether she should tell him the exact amount. “It has been a few thousand dollars from each of our massive accounts,” she answered. “Five thousand here, ten thousand there.”

  “The ten thousand from Lingergram,” Marcus groaned, running his hand down his face. “That, too?”

  “Yes,” Tatiana responded. Her voice sounded like she was speaking through gritted teeth. “I told you that there was something wrong and you didn’t listen.”

  Marcus bit his tongue, even though he desperately wanted to remind Tatiana that he was the CEO and had bigger fish to fry than dealing with pocket change.

  “How much in total?” he asked again.

  “From what I’ve found, we’re looking at more than three million dollars, but I’m not finished investigating yet.”

  “I’m not about to get worked up over such a small amount,” Marcus said, his mind whirling.

  “It’s money that is being stolen from your company, Marcus!” Tatiana cried through the phone. “What is wrong with you?”

  “I am not brushing this aside, Tatiana!” he snapped, annoyed with her.

  “I should hope not,” she retorted, “because it certainly sounds that way to me!”

  “How long has this been going on?” Marcus demanded, desperate to change the subject. Why did every conversation with this woman seem to be a personal attack against him?

  “I don’t know, Marcus. Why don’t you tell me?”

  “You’re wrong,” he told her bluntly. “There is some glitch, or you’re overlooking something. And I’ll prove it to you when I see you on Monday.”

  “No, Monday is too late,” Tatiana replied, her tone increasing in intensity. “You have to—”

  “Monday,” Marcus repeated, disconnecting the call before she could argue any further.

  “Someone is embezzling money from your company?” Anders asked in disbelief.

  Marcus forced a chuckle. “Apparently. And the CFO thinks it’s me. As if I couldn’t walk into any bank in the world right now in my dragon skin and walk out with anything I wanted without them ever knowing it was me. Robbing my own company. Can you imagine such bullshit? I built the damned thing from the ground up.”

  “You’ll get to the bottom of it,” Anders assured him. Then he gestured to the papers in his hands. “Why don’t you leave this with me and go deal with this crisis?”

  Marcus nodded slowly.

  “All right,” he agreed. “Thank you, brother.”

  He retreated to the balcony and slipped into his dragon form, his silver wings tearing through his back as he ran to catch momentum from the rails.

  As he soared over Manhattan, he tried to make sense of what Tatiana had told him. If someone was stealing from him, it had to be someone close to him. That didn’t make things any better: the list of people who were close to him was long and devastating.

  It had to be one of his women, then. But who would betray him in such a way, especially when he gave them every material possession they wanted?

  They want for nothing, Marcus thought, dipping through the cloudless night, his amber eyes trained on the blackness for unexpected aircraft. He shook his head, deciding that he would deal with this on Monday. Tonight, he vowed, I will whisk Addison away to the woods, and we will forget about the outside world for two days. I can’t wait to see her face when I get there.

  His wings beat against the sky, increasing his speed against the autumn air, crossing over Lake Ontario toward the Toronto skyline. Falling gracefully at an alleyway in the downtown core, he transformed back into his human form. From there, he hailed a taxi and landed at the Queen Street condos.

  “Mr. Williams!” Gene cried from his spot at the concierge. “How wonderful to see you!”

  Marcus ignored the annoying doorman and pressed the elevator button, determined to block out everything but what he was going to do to Addison when he entered the penthouse.

  I’m going to tear off her clothes with my teeth and pin her to whatever floor she’s on. No foreplay, no sweet-talk, just primal lust until she’s begging me for mercy. After that, I will pick her up and carry her to the car, where I will start again, on her toes this time, working my way up her calves…

  The swelling in his pants told him he was onto a solid plan.

  The elevator opened, and Marcus rushed toward the penthouse, fumbling for his keys as the tightness in his crotch grew to uncomfortable proportions. He jammed the key in the lock and pushed open the door, listening for sound of life in the extravagant apartment.

  “Addy?” he called into the completely black unit, flicking on lights in his wake. “Are you sleeping?”

  He glanced at his Rolex, his brows furrowing. It was after midnight. She had not mentioned going anywhere that night, but he hadn’t asked, either. There had never been a time that she hadn’t been home when he arrived.

  “Addy?” he tried again. Still, there was no response.

  It is Friday night. Maybe she went out for a drink. I’ll call her, Marcus thought, but when he reached for his cell, he heard the front door open again.

  Addison screamed when she saw him, her face turning ghastly pale. She was holding a bag in her hands, and she seemed to tighten her grip on it.

  “Marcus!” she choked. “What are you doing here? I—I thought you were in New York!”

  It was not the reaction Marcus had wanted. As his eyes fell on her body, consternation filled his mind.

  “What are you wearing?” he asked, dumbfounded. “Is that your uniform from the diner?”

  Addison looked down at herself, as if she had forgotten she was wearing it. Then she nodded sheepishly and lowered her bag onto the sofa table, tentatively stepping toward him.

  “I went back to working at the diner,” she confessed, and the words seemed silly and foreign to Marcus’ ea
rs.

  “What? Why? All of your bills are paid for, plus you receive a very generous salary.”

  Addison lowered her eyes and perched on the edge of the sofa, as if searching for the right words to answer him.

  “Just something to do at nights when you’re not with me,” she mumbled.

  Marcus didn’t understand why she would go back to a job she had seemed unhappy with, especially now that she could entertain herself with so much more than that. He reasoned they could discuss it at the cottage. Plastering a smile on his face, he shook his head.

  “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “I have a surprise for you. Go get changed and meet me back here. We’re going away this weekend.”

  Addison looked up at him, and the corners of her mouth folded in.

  “I can’t go anywhere this weekend,” she replied quietly. “I have to work tomorrow and Sunday.”

  Marcus felt his head spinning slightly.

  “No,” he said firmly. “I am your priority. Remember?”

  For the first time since he had known her, Marcus saw Addison’s face twist into an ugly slice of anger, and she stepped toward him, her eyes flashing.

  “I remember agreeing to the fact that we would never move in together or get married,” she retorted. “But I do not remember agreeing that you will be my priority! Why would I? It’s not like I am your first priority, or even your sixth!”

  Marcus recognized the ire in her eyes, and his ears started buzzing.

  “This is not working out,” Addison continued before he could think of something to say. “I’m sorry, Marcus. I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Thank you for everything.”

  She hurried out of the condo, dropping her keys and fob on the table in the foyer as she left, and Marcus could only stare uncomprehendingly after her.

  She has been working somewhere else behind my back, he realized. What else has she been doing? What else has she been hiding from me? Is she the one stealing from the company?

  But the one thought that overrode all others, the one fact Marcus was finding most difficult to comprehend, was that Addison Dryden had walked out on him.

  In seven hundred years, Marcus Williams had never been dumped before. Not even once.

  10

  “Why don’t you just go back to Janine and ask if you can live there?” Olivia asked. “You said you left on good terms, right?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it right now,” Addison insisted, dropping the bus tray on the sink. “I’ll figure out my living arrangements.”

  “I don’t understand what happened,” Olivia sighed. “He threw you out?”

  “No. I left by myself.”

  “You should have kicked him out,” she said sternly. “He’s the one who can’t keep it in his pants!”

  “Keep your voice down, Olivia!” Addison hissed. “Come on! I don’t want the entire restaurant knowing my business!” It was bad enough that Olivia knew the truth.

  Her friend shrugged.

  “Everyone should know that Marcus Williams is a pig,” she replied defensively, but she did lower her voice, much to Addison’s relief. “Maybe you should out him to the media. The press loves scandalous shit like that.”

  “He is not a pig,” Addison said, again wishing she had not disclosed so much information to Olivia. “It is a lifestyle that involves consenting adults.”

  It had been two weeks since she had walked out of the condo downtown, and the urge to run back to Marcus and beg for his forgiveness had not lessened. Then she would shake her head and remind herself that she had no reason to be forgiven. She did nothing wrong. And, in any case, neither did he. They had both been fully aware of what they were getting into, and Addison had simply chosen not to pursue it any further. It was her right.

  Marcus had made no attempts to email or call her, and she still didn’t know if she should be relieved or worried about his silence.

  On the Saturday following her walk-out, a note had arrived from a storage facility nearby with only a locker number and key.

  “What is that?” Ramon asked, reading over her shoulder.

  “I assume that all my meager belongings have been put in storage,” she sighed, shaking her head.

  From rags to riches and back to rags, she thought almost wryly.

  “Chin up, sister!” Ramon said. “We will find you another rich man.”

  “Ramon!” Addison cried in annoyance.

  “What?” he asked, a genuine look of confusion on his face. “I thought that was your type.”

  “Oh, my god. Just get back to work,” she muttered. “You and Olivia, I swear…”

  “We’re just trying to help, girl,” Ramon told her. “No need to be like that.”

  Addison watched him go, her heart in her throat. She had spent too much time with Marcus’ other women. Maybe they had rubbed off on her, and she was being a bitch. A more likely scenario, however, was that she was tired and heartbroken, her mood sullied by the endless questions and unsolicited advice. All she wanted to do was go back to Olivia’s house, crawl under a blanket, and block everything out until she eventually died.

  “The tables aren’t going to serve themselves, Addison!” John, the owner of the diner, snapped at her as he walked in through the fire door.

  “I’m on it John,” Addison assured him brightly, spinning toward the front. Ah, shit. Anyone else wanna piss on me today?

  “Hey,” John called. “I am still watching you and Olivia. You know that, yeah?” His Greek accent seemed to harshen the words, but Addison was not concerned. If there was one thing she had learned over the years was that John Stavros’ bark was much worse than his bite. No matter how mad he seemed to be.

  “John, how many times do we need to tell you?” Olivia groaned. “The gas company called that night and told us to evacuate! How were we supposed to know it was a prank? Would you rather we stayed? What if it had been a real threat? You would be planning our funerals right now instead of giving me hell!”

  John glowered at her and Addison, who shrugged innocently.

  “Can I go now?” she asked. “The tables aren’t going to serve themselves.”

  Her boss snorted and gestured for her to get out of his face.

  As soon as Addison pushed the swinging doors open, she recognized two familiar faces walking through the doorway.

  Oh, come on! she cursed to herself. God! This isn’t even funny anymore! There was nowhere to run, and Olivia was at the back of the restaurant, tending to her tables. I’m on my own for this one, she thought, inhaling sharply while she approached the newcomers.

  “Florian! Rose!” Addison said cheerfully. “How lovely to see you again!”

  Rose’s smile widened, and she stared at her in awe.

  “Oh, Florian,” Rose murmured. “Is that Lily?”

  Her husband shook his head and patted his wife’s hand reassuringly. “No, honey, that’s the lovely waitress who looks like Lily. Remember?”

  “My name is Addison, Rose,” Addison offered. “Let me show you to a booth.”

  “You were here the night of that horrible gas leak, weren’t you?” Florian asked, and she nodded, choking back a smile.

  “You have a good memory, sir. Thankfully, it was a false alarm. A silly joke, apparently.”

  “Oh, that is a relief,” Florian agreed as they were seated.

  “But thank you for reminding me that you were here that night,” she said. “Your meal will be comped because of the inconvenience.” There was no such compensation for the customers that night, but the elderly couple didn’t need to know that. Addison wanted to pay for it as a thank you to the lovely couple for opening her eyes to what her life could be if she found the right man.

  But did I walk away from the right man? No… I made the right choice. He was never going to commit to me, and I am better than that.

  “Are you all right, dear?” Florian asked, studying her face. “You seem… sad.”

  “I’m fine,” Addison assured him.
“I’ll be back with some coffee for you!”

  “That would be lovely, dear,” they chorused, and Addison’s heart paused.

  That is what it’s supposed to be, she thought, finishing one another’s sentences and speaking in unison. That is a relationship, not sitting at home, waiting for him to finish with his other mistresses. Why is that so hard?

  “You’re daydreaming,” Olivia told her once Addison went back to the kitchen, and Addison shook her head.

  “I was just trying to remember what they ordered.”

  “They haven’t ordered. They still have their menus,” Olivia replied, sighing. “If you’re going to lie, at least be good at it.” Addison’s face flushed crimson, and she turned away, lowering her jade eyes. “You can’t keep moping around like this, Addison. It’s not good for anyone. Go talk to Janine today, after your shift.”

  Addison nodded. “Fine. If you want me out of your house that badly—”

  “Okay, you know what?” Olivia began, turning her full attention to her. “Stop your self-pitying horseshit. If you actually had nowhere to go, you know you could stay with me forever, but you do and you're just stubborn. I have a two-bedroom apartment with four people in it right now! You may not feel cramped, but I’m getting claustrophobic. If you don’t talk to Janine tonight, I will.”

  “Fine, I’ll go,” Addison muttered, yanking the coffee pot from the burner. It might not be such a bad idea, after all. If Marcus ever changed his mind and went looking for her, he would know where to find her.

  At that moment, Addison had never felt more pathetic.

  Forget about Marcus, she scolded herself. You need to move on with your life! God knows he’s probably not thinking about you anymore. He’s already got another one of his women living in the apartment, I bet.

  She gulped back her sorrow and forced herself to focus on her job. It was the only thing she had going for her at the moment, and she did not want to lose it.

  Janine gaped at her as if she was a ghost.

  “Oh, wow! You are alive!” she gasped.

  Addison’s brow furrowed.

  “Of course I’m alive,” she replied in confusion. “Who told you I was dead?”