Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) (19 page)

"Yes, of course," I replied. "What is it?"

"I haven’t been honest with you this whole time."

"What do you mean?"

"We have more in common than you imagine and it wasn’t destiny that brought us together. Well, at least not our destiny to be lovers."

"What are you talking about?"

"I am a bear shifter, too."

"Bear shifter? What is that?" I lied.

"Don’t be scared, I know everything about your curse."

I grew quiet.

"I am a shifter as well, but my lycanthropy is genetic. You see, my family has an old and traditional alliance with the bears that have been living in the same region as us. Over the years our DNA merged, and now we are a full connected species. For us, it is an honor to be shifters. We are a proud people."

"Then, you understand what I have been through," I asked.

"More or less. I understand now, because I have met you, but most people in my family don’t understand your kind. Do you know why that sorceress cursed your family?"

"It has something to do with fertility and femininity, isn’t it?"

"That is the punishment. The consequence of the curse is directly linked to that. But why did she curse your family in the first place?"

"Because my ancestors were vain, shallow and disrespectful."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"Now I am already used to it."

"But how did you feel in the beginning, When you first found out about the curse?"

"I was angry, of course."

"Exactly. But you have managed to control yourself over the years. Not everybody does that. Most bear women do a lot of stupid things that make us natural shifters look bad. We don’t want that to happen. So my mission has been to find cursed shifters and get rid of them."

"You mean murder?"

He nodded, solemnly.

"I have never killed anyone," he assured me. "I have chosen a different path instead. I make the lives of my target miserable."

"Is that why you brought me here?"

"No, of course not. You are different. You are nothing like the girls I have punished before. You really work make the world a better place; besides that, there is another extremely important detail…"

"What is it?"

"I love you."

"Fuck you!"

"Why? Don’t you love me back?"

"You know I do, but I wish you had told me that in a more romantic and less threatening way. I am so angry right now that I can already feel my body hair growing and I hate you for that."

"Do you want to go for a ride to blow off some steam?"

"I don’t think that driving around will make me feel better."

"How about a run?"

"Running? I don’t have any sports clothes with me."

"You won´t need them. We can run shifted. What do you think?"

"Shifted? I haven’t done that in ages."

"Don’t you miss it?"

"A little."

"I bet it will make your anger go away, and now you have company."

I smiled at him, knowing that I had finally found someone with whom I could share my self completely.

THE END

Paranormal Romance

By: G.P. Joyner

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This could be the story of anyone. But it is not. It is mine. And that is why I want to share it with the world. Perhaps a story like mine should never be told. Before you judge me, I have to say, in my defense, that I am not proud of it. On the other hand, I cannot say that I have not enjoyed my life. It was a wonderful life, indeed. Now that I have decided to settle in a quiet married life, I think that I have a debt with the new generation. My younger pals have the right to learn from my mistakes so that they don’t make the same ones and to indulge in my successful stories, in order to feel inspired to make their own mistakes and develop their personal conqueror stories.

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Mike, and I am the kind of person that people tend to like. Guys always want to be friends with me, and girls are always trying to seduce me. Since I am being honest with you, I have to admit that my life was quite easy. I was born in a really wealthy family that made sure that I always had everything that I could possibly need. The old guys still run the family business, so I could study anything I wanted just for fun, and I never really had to work. By now, you probably think I am an arrogant and despicable man, but I swear I try to help people on my journey.

However, my family’s most important legacy is not related to money. We are part of an old allegiance with powerful bears in our region. That means that, over the centuries, our DNA has merged in a mysterious way. These transformations made us one single and unique species instead of two different ones. There are good and bad parts about that. The most important one can be considered positive or negative, depending on your point of view. Since we have some traits from our more instinctive partners, we tend to act like wild animals in some matters of life. The most distinct one is our sexual energy, and we must manage to control it from our youth. I don’t even remember how old I was when my oldest cousin first took me to a professional lady. I know that I was still a teenager. But I do remember everything that happened on that night.

As I arrived, a woman greeted me. “Hello there!”

“Hello…” I looked her up and down. There wasn’t much in the way of clothing covering her dark, luscious skin.

“What’s your name, boy?” she asked.

“My name is Mike. What’s your name?”

“Tonight, I am Shantala. Nice to meet you.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Is it your first time here?” she asked.

“Yes, it is. How can you tell?”

“Well, I have been in the business for a while, probably since even before you were born.”

“And do you like it?”

She shrugged. “I can’t complain. Money is good, and the world is tough out there. There are some good and some bad days. Today, I think I am lucky, having such a young and handsome client for myself.” She smiled a bit, one corner of her mouth turning up.

“How much time do we have?”

“All night long. Your friends were not stingy.”

“They are actually my cousins,” I said, correcting her.

“So, this is a family thing?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Yes, sort of.” I nodded.

“I guess some families are luckier than others. Now that we are here, what do you want me to do, darling?”

“I want you to teach me.”

“What do you mean by teaching?”

“I don’t want to be just another guy who can have any girl just because he has the right looks and a lot of money. I want to be able to give pleasure to a woman, and I would like to be able to have meaningful conversations with them.”

As I spoke, she shook her head slightly, seemingly amused. “What a gentleman. And I thought that chivalry was dead.”

“It is not a matter of chivalry. I just want a challenge for a change. You see, I feel like I have never been challenged in my whole life, not even once. Do I sound pathetic?”

“No, I get it. I can’t say I feel sorry for you, but I understand what you mean, and I get your point.”

“Does that mean you are willing to train me?”

“Train you? In what? How could I possibly train you? You are such a polite and educated man. I bet that there is nothing that I know that you don’t.”

“There is where you’re wrong. I am sure that you have a lot to teach me. For instance, when you are in your free time with the other girls, what do you talk about?”

“A lot of things, but mostly about our clients.”

“I assume that are some clients that you like and some others that you don’t,” I said. It seemed reasonable to me.

“Yes, of course.”

“I want to be the one you like—one that most of the girls here would like. I want to be the kind of client that you would fuck for free.”

“Hey, now, you stop there—a girl has got to eat! I can’t work for free.”

“I know. I know. I think I didn’t make myself clear. I would be definitely paying you as much as you want for the training program plus practice.”

“Training program?” She said it like she still didn’t really believe me.

“Yes, I want you to give me tips and hints on how to treat a woman, inside the bedroom and outside.”

“You want to pay me to talk to you?”

“Well, of course I would need your practical expertise, but mostly, yes, talking.”

“Boy, I have had a lot of weird customers, but so far, you seem to be the most unique.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“I guess we will have to find out. When do we start?”

“Right now?”

“Okay. Do you know the first thing that a woman notices in a man?”

“Appearance? Clothes?”

“No! Bullshit! That is what the fashion and cosmetics industry wants you to think so that you buy more stuff.”

“What is it, then?”

Your eyes. More specifically, your look. You can tell a lot about a man from the way he looks at the world.”

“And how do I train that?”

She thought for a second before saying, “Well, you don’t. But you got the potential. You are charming, but you still lack the confidence. A woman doesn’t want a man who thinks he is great. We want a man that knows for sure that he is great—but without mistreating people because of that.”

“That is starting to get a little complicated.”

“Women are complicated. In fact,
all
human beings are. If you don’t want complications, we shouldn’t even start this. But I thought that you
wanted
to be challenged…” She left it hanging there, almost an accusation.

“Yes, I do want to be challenged. Let’s continue.”

“Nowadays, people tend to think that women want to do the entire ‘search and destroy’ process by themselves. That is not true. We don’t like when preposterous douchebags approach us when we are just trying to have a fun night out dancing with our friends. But when the right guy approaches us in the right way at the right time, then it is heaven.”

“And how can a man do all these right things?”

“First, the look. You have to look a girl in the eyes in a way that she feels like blushing but not embarrassed.”

“Just for teasing?” It seemed like there should be more to it.

“Sort of. A girl wants to feel desired. She wants to feel special. She wants to know that you chose her among all the other options at that moment. That is also something very important: focus!”

“I can only have one girl per night?”

“It is not that. But one at a time. At least for now. Women tend to be very proud.”

“But what if I choose a woman and she rejects me?”

“Then you can go and try for another one. But I don’t understand why men nowadays are so insecure. Why would she reject you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she is committed. Maybe I am not her type.”

“There is no such
thing
as a ‘type,’” she said, sketching quotes in the air. “My type is always the most attractive man available. I have no interest in a man that isn’t interested in me. But if a guy can make me feel like a goddess, he can win me even if he is not exactly the most handsome.”

“Okay, I am looking. I find a girl that I like, she appears to be interested in me, and she knows I am interested in her. But I am still far from her. How do I get close?”

“Wait. Linger for a little while. Look at her and smile shyly. She will probably smile back at you and look down. The moment she looks up, that is when you make a move.”

“Do I go talk to her?”

“More or less. You go next to her. Maybe order a drink. And casually stay there as if you were just minding your own business.”

“What if she gets tired of waiting?”

“Perhaps that will happen. But I think she will be more likely to get intrigued.”

“And then what?”

“Then you start a conversation. But not a cliché flirty one. Don’t offer to buy her a drink, and don’t compliment her hair. Ask something unexpected and that you really want to know. You can talk about movies, music, literature… anything you want! Just pretend she is a friend of yours already.”

I was unimpressed. “That sounds easy and obvious.”

“But it is not. Most people, boys and girls, try to impress during these first conversations. So they tend to act like somebody that they are not, and that is artificial and boring. I know that it is not surprising, but just be yourself. Isn’t it more pleasant to have a chat when the other person is actually interested in what you are saying?”

“Yes, indeed. But how do I become different than just a friend?”

“You look for the signs and you pay attention to them.”

“What signs?”

“If the girl is touching her hair. If she is accidentally touching your arm. If she places her hand in your thigh while she talks. If she whispers in your ear.”

“And what do I do?”

“You touch her back. Touch, not grab. Lightly make your hand meet her. Put her hair behind her ear in order to confess something to her. By now, she is already yours. If she wasn’t interested, she would have already walked away.”

“So now can I kiss her?”

“Almost. You go close enough so that she thinks you are leaning over for a kiss, but you invite her to dance or to go somewhere else.”

“What if she thinks I am just playing her and gets bored?”

“You are playing her. But in a different way from what she is used to be played. And you are keeping her interested by just being interested, by being yourself.”

“Now can I kiss the girl?”

“Yes, but before, you have to practice.”

“Practice?”

“Yes, I don’t believe in theory without practice.”

And so I did. For almost one entire month, I practiced with the girls in the cabaret. Without the pressure of real life, knowing it was just part of my training, I was able to really connect with all these women. They were many singular individuals with impressive stories to tell, and our conversations made me laugh and cry on a daily basis. My family was really proud of me; they thought I was a really naughty bear man enjoying my youth to the utmost. I was really comfortable giving them this impression while I was having the ultimate female anthropology course. Then, one day, Shantala told me I was ready for the next step.