WEREWOLF UNEXPECTED LOVE

Melissa

Knock. Knock.

The maid walked in and drew the curtains open. Sunlight poured into the room, forcing Melissa to cover her face.

"Good morning, ma'am Melissa," the maid greeted.

Melissa gave a small nod. She rose from her bed and walked into the bathroom. After a quick bath, she dressed elegantly and headed downstairs for breakfast.

While she ate, her assistant approached and handed her a folder containing the profiles of applicants vying to become her interpreter. Melissa accepted it with little interest, dismissed her assistant with a wave of her hand, and continued her meal. When she was done, she moved to the living room, gracefully sitting down and crossing her legs as she prepared to receive the candidates.

The first applicant entered-a chubby, unattractive man who couldn't stop staring at Melissa. His jaw hung open, captivated by her beauty. Melissa studied him from head to toe with visible distaste.

Her breasts are perfect... the size is just right. I could touch them while she's asleep, he thought, unable to control himself.

Melissa, without a word, signaled her assistant for a notebook and pen. She scribbled a message, tore the page, and handed it to him.

Inside, it read: Firstly, you're chubby and ugly, and your belly is gross. Lastly, you won't be able to touch my breasts-because you are not qualified for this job.

The man's face turned pale. His eyes widened in shock. How did she know? Did I... say that out loud? he thought in panic. Melissa simply gestured for her assistant to escort him out.

The second applicant walked in. He was very short, and his heavy accent revealed his Indian roots. Melissa frowned and disqualified him almost immediately.

The third applicant was ushered in, but by now Melissa was already growing tired of the process. One look at his overly hairy body and she dismissed him as well.

Finally, the last applicant walked in-and the atmosphere in the room shifted.

He was tall and strikingly handsome. His thick hair, a blend of brown and black, framed his face perfectly. His lips were soft and pink, and his sky-blue eyes sparkled with a charm that demanded attention. When he smiled, deep dimples appeared, revealing a dazzling set of white teeth.

Melissa's maids and her assistant were transfixed. Their eyes followed him, their cheeks flushed with admiration. Melissa herself was caught off guard by his presence, her gaze lingering longer than she intended.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat, breaking the trance. Everyone quickly composed themselves, though a few maids still blushed, secretly hoping their mistress would favor him.

Melissa leaned back in her chair, intrigued. For the first time that day, she felt her interest spark.