Ursanthropy

A/n: This chapter is an easy one. But, it's my birthday tomorrow, so tomorrow I'll update two chapters as a gift!

Doreen

My body was drawn to his, and if Jack had wanted to get into his urges further, I’m not sure if I would have stopped him. Not sure if I even would have been able to, to stop his raw power, but I didn’t have to think about that, as he had stopped himself.

Both relieve and disappointment were rushing through my body.

Relieve, for not being sure that I would want anything more, then just a job and a roof above my head. Also, because I didn’t need the attention right now, it just isn’t right for me, or for him as well, to get close to each other. It would only bring pain and danger, as sooner or later my father’s guards would find me.

But there was also disappointment, for not knowing why Jack had stopped himself, and ordered me to get back into my room. He had said that he wanted to claim me, which didn’t need the brain of Einstein to figure out what the essence of that could behold. Yet, he said that it took all off his strength to not listen to his own feelings, and stop what his body wanted to do.

Why would he even want to stop? It couldn’t have been something stupid like me smelling bad or him not being attracted to me, because his growls and huge bulge in his pants, were telling me something entirely different. So, it has to be another reason.

A reason that could explain this thing I was feeling for him.

A reason that could explain, why he growled, grunted, and make his beard grow exponentially fast.

Because I wasn’t going crazy about that right? I had seen it twice now, where in anger his facial hair, but also the hair on his neck would instantly grow. I know that at both places where I had witnessed that, it was rather dark, and his behaviour was distracting me, a lot, but still I had seen it. I know I did!

I crawled my way to the bed, as my legs couldn’t carry me.

Slowly, I had taken my necklace from the nightstand, took it in my hands and tried to think of my mother’s calm, soothing voice. And weirdly, it helped me a lot to calm my own nerves, and quieted down the arousal between my legs.

My exhaustion took over and I let myself fall asleep.

Beep, beep, beep!

I grunted, rolled over, and pulled the pillow over my head.

Beep, beep, beep!

Shit, it was six o’clock already.

I had to think about the money that I would earn, and stood up from my warm bed. After taking a shower and ripping the tags of my new leggings, I put them on together with a simple shirt, my necklace and shoos, and went downstairs.

I was still thinking about last night, but somehow Jack’s actions didn’t occupy my thoughts as much as it did then. Thoughts about his warm, solid chest, that I had put my hands on, didn’t arouse me as much, as I thought about it now. Had the lack of sleep yesterday, made me easier to arouse? That would be a strange thing…

In fact, right now it made me aware of my bold moves, something that I never before had the urge to do to a man in general. So, why did I touch his chest yesterday, and why did I look into his eyes or thought about all the sexual things he could have done to me?

“Good morning! Did you sleep well?” Vic almost sang those words, interrupting my thoughts.

Seriously? Had he told her about our meeting? I know they are twins, but should she know about everything, that he is experiencing?

“No, it was too short.” I sneered, and left the motel, to walk to the diner.

“Let me take you, it’s raining.” Vic said and quickly walked by me, to open the door of her jeep.

I wiped away some of the raindrops, that had already dropped onto my face.

I didn’t want to be soaking wet upon arriving at the diner, as I still had a long day of work ahead of me. But I also didn’t actually feel like talking to Vic, even though she had offered me to bring me to Bertha’s.

“Oh, come on, I won’t talk about yesterday. Just get in!” Vic suddenly said and I sighed.

I looked up into the sky, and saw the grey clouds getting darker by the second. I really hope she would stick to her statement, because I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about her brother and what he had done. In fact, I was also ashamed for thinking they were lovers.

I walked to the other side of the car, and got in.

But when I was seated and the car was on its way, I decided that I did wanted to talk about yesterday anyway, about the part at the bar. Not the crazy part where Jack had come and see me.

“So, did Jack put you up to it, to make me drunk, or was that also a misconception on my behalf?” I snapped at Vic.

“He asked me to keep an eye on you, because he had thought you were a mysterious woman. But the night out was all my idea. I partially wanted to become friends with you, but also wanted to find out more about you, to give my brother some more information to keep his mind at ease. Because he just can’t shut up about you, and it’s driving me nuts.” She explained and my jaw had dropped.

None of her words were lies, I could tell. Maybe it was by the look in her face, or the calm way she said it, but I just knew it was the truth. And somehow, I had known the answer to my own question already, but hearing her say it so directly was still feeling like a punch in the face.

She only wanted to become friends, and I had blocked her out. My resolute response of running way, storming my way out of the bar, might have been a little too fast.

And Jack apparently had been infatuated by me, as she said that he couldn’t shut up about me, which only made it stranger that he had stopped himself.

So far, I had been ashamed about my own actions as I have been wrong about several things, but there were also things that still needed to be answered. For example, how did they communicate so fast with each other, as Bertha had known what had happened almost instantly after I had run out the bar? And call me crazy, but somehow, I couldn’t believe that it was due to the use of mobile phones.

And another question was about the quick hair growth, of which I still wasn’t sure that I had actually seen it. Maybe the lighting had been playing tricks on me, but it was still odd.

So, as both questions probably had strange answers to me, I couldn’t ask them to just anyone. I needed proof, first to validate that I wasn’t crazy, and second to give me more evidence to ask either her, Jack or Bertha about it, so they couldn’t talk themselves out of it.

“Vic, I’m sorry to have misjudged you. Could we maybe try again?” I asked her.

“Really?”

“Yes, let’s go out again. But this time let’s agree to not getting drunk and to talk to each other, to actually get to know each other. Deal?” I asked her now, and she looked at me warily, but quickly smiled and agreed.

We had arrived at the diner, so I stepped out of the car, quickly ran inside and saw Bertha sitting at one of the tables, with a large mug with assumedly coffee in it. Her eyes had been closed halfway and I could tell that she hadn’t slept that well.

As Bertha must be in her fifties, maybe even sixties, she needed her sleep more than my young body does. Of course, I wanted to still be in bed, but give me one cup of coffee and I’m ready to go.

Vic had walked in behind me and saw Bertha half asleep as well.

“Shit, this isn’t going to work.” She said.

Vic and I looked at each other and knew what to do. We didn’t need words, as we both walked up to Bertha and stood on either side of her.

We both took an arm, at which Bertha’s eyes shot open.

“What are you girls doing?” She asked us.

“You are going to sleep and we are going to serve the customers together.” Vic said and I nodded.

“Yep, and you are not going to argue about it.” I said sternly.

Bertha huffed, but kept on guiding us towards the staircase and then upstairs to her bedroom. She let herself drop on the bed, and started to snore almost instantly.

Vic and I chuckled, and looked towards each other. Maybe we were getting to know each other, a bit better already.

We went downstairs and told Erol that Bertha was asleep. He lifted his brows but told us to better get going then. So, turning on the coffee pot, slicing up the fresh carrot-spiced-pies and greeting the customers as they came walking in, every minute.

Vic threw an apron to my head and we laughed for a moment.

“Do you even know how to run a diner?” I asked her.

“Well, I can run a motel, so we will see.” She said with a smile and shrugged her shoulders.