The Ceo’s Cute Girlfriend Is A Werewolf - Chapter 62

A strange movement made Greg emerge from the sticky paws of dreamland. To his surprise, today he didn’t want to wake up at all, it was so cozy and warm. But an unusual grumbling right near the ear did not allow to fall asleep again.

Just a couple of moments later, Greg finally realized that it was Lana, who was squirming in his arms, trying diligently to get out of bed. Apparently, he caught her in a hug without realizing it when she tried to crawl away and crushed her under himself.

With a titanic effort, Greg held a smile back and pretended to be still asleep. But Lana was hard to fool. She immediately froze, feeling something off, and then painfully pinched his nipple.

“Hey!” – Greg howled offended, releasing her from the shock. Lana instantly tried to bolt. But it was no use. Greg darted forward and grabbed her ankle, quickly pulling her back into bed.

“Time for revenge!” – He threatened and began to tickle Lana, who was wiggling like a shrimp. She started to giggle wildly, and it seems even grunted a couple of times.

“No! Nooo … stop … Please, don’t,” – she pleaded, fighting off between the bursts of wild laughter. – “I’m gonna wet myself.”

Greg heard it for and paused for a second. His lazy smile and devilish sparkles in the eyes told Lana what she didn’t want to know at all.

“Oh, you’re such a pervert,” – she yelled, picking up a pillow and throwing it in his face.

“You have no idea …” – Greg purred, easily beating the pillow aside and leaning on Lana with his whole body. Such a comic struggle quickly turned into passionate kisses. Muffled giggles, turned into quiet moans and requests, promises, confessions.

When at last the heat wave turned into a warm breeze, and they reluctantly let go of each other, Greg picked up his prey in his arms and went into the shower. Giggling, shoving and splashing, they somehow managed to wash and get ready for the day.

Behind the bedroom doors, they were greeted by the smell of cooking. Lana stumbled, blushing like a tomato. It was the first time after all for Greg to stay overnight. For a while, she completely forgot about her children, and now reality caught up, and she didn’t even know how Nicky and Vicki would react to Greg being here now.

But Greg, as always, pretends not to notice the girl’s dismay, loudly smacked her in that ear, making it ring, and dragged her along towards the kitchen.

Victoria with an unimaginable mash of black hair on her head and still in her pajamas sleepily swaying in her chair, picking at a plate of muesli in front of her. Nicholas, who was already looking more energetic and healthy, rushed around the stove, watching the sausages and eggs that were sizzling in the pan.

The blue-flowered apron fitted oddly well on his muscular figure over black jeans and a similar black triangle cut sweater.

Seeing the newly arrived couple, Vicky just nodded and mumbled something unintelligible in their direction. Nicholas turned around and carefully looked at both of them, like a real general, and gesturing to the table started to place the food in front of them.

“Today I have classes from ten to four, so I can pick up Vicki from school, and take her home.” – Without any questions reported Nicky, for some reason speaking not to Lana, but to Greg.

Lana at first wanted to say something, but Greg accepted a cup of coffee from the boy with a nod of gratitude and replied instead:

“You don’t have to pick up Vicky. Frank has already massaged to me that he will put two of his best guys on her. They may as well give her a lift. There will also be two of his guys with you, so you don’t worry and go about your business as you wish.” – Vicki sleepily turned her head, trying to concentrate on the dialogue of men, but apparently, she managed it poorly, because after a second, with a shrug, she returned her attention to breakfast.

“You don’t have to give us security, Greg,” – Nicky began, frowning.

“Let me decide that.” – Greg interrupted him, in a voice not allowing any objections.

“Greg,” – Lana began, but then she stumbled upon his firm gaze, chopping off all sorts of protests. Exhaling, she threw an apologetic glance at her son. Nicky smirked slightly in response, shaking his head.

“So, now we are going altogether, I will take you to school, college, and then I will drive your mother to work,” – Greg continued to command. It was odd, but Lana even started to like it somehow. – “If after school you need to stay, report to Martin. I’ll write you his number. Or just call me. And by the way, Vicky is already 16, so I think it’s not too soon …”

” NO!” – screamed Lana and Nicky at the same time, cutting him off.

Vicki was yet to wake up entirely, but hearing that she turned her drowsy gaze at Greg, and suddenly smiled broadly saying:

” I like red and small ones. How about Porsche?”

Nicholas and Lana barked at her at once, forcing her to stumble and get back to muesli.