Alexander's POV.
The next day she decided not to bother, mailed the project to her superiors and took a day off. I had to go shopping and restore what I tried to destroy the dog with such an effort.
Bobby followed me. The leash and muzzle of this black, bare-eyed face ignored and arrogantly as if the king were raising his paws and nose up, so I wondered how he managed not to stumble, moving ahead of me.
People looked at us with horror: a one-and-a-half meter dog and a miniature blonde beside us, definitely not the best association. Bobby ignored the warnings that dogs were not allowed in. And I couldn't get him to stay outside. But the salesmen at the mall were acting strangely. At first, I didn't understand what was going on, and then I gave up on people's whims. Well, if they like to bow to my dog, for God's sake... What, is that a pity?
But still, there was an incident that I couldn't ignore.
After half an hour of our wanderings, a prominent man in an expensive suit came up to us.
- Girl, hello, I am the owner of this shopping mall, but may I ask? Where did you get this... not quite kind and cute doggy?
It was only later that I learned that this man, a friend of my "sweet dog", who later turned out to be not a nice dog, but arrogant and selfish chum.
- It was a gift," I replied.
- WHO? HER? - The man was stunned to see Bobby.
- And what, in fact, embarrasses you? Can't I get a dog? And if you're against the fact that the dog is in the store, you'll feel better if he's with me! Bobby is very attached to me and won't let one go anywhere.
- I wouldn't let such a beautiful girl go either," the man smiled at me.
Bobby growled low, and I jumped up myself. And the man turned pale.
- ANDREW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I P-P-P-SWORD. Honestly, - he turned to the dog, looking into his eyes, but he couldn't stand it for a long time and looked first. Well, I didn't pass the test for the right to be the master of this child of hell either. Bob calmed down and sat down next to me.
- Why did you call my Bobby Andrei?
- Okay, that's..." the dog growled again, interrupting my companion.
- Bobby, the joker who wasn't finished, Bobby so Bobby, - the man swore at the dog, and then turned around and left.
I shook my shoulders, and we moved on.
At home, I took apart my shopping. I opened a bottle of wine, decided to make myself happy, made an appetizer, and sat down to watch another melodrama. A couple of times I cried over the unenviable fate of the heroes, when BOBBY got on my lap and started licking my face.
- Get off me, crush me, - shouted, threw the dog off his knees and scratched his ear. I bumped into the collar and scratched under it. Bobby was shaken with pleasure.
- Let's take it off for a while. You're not going to get lost in my apartment, are you? - Those were my last words before one arrogant, selfish, jealous owner came into my life.
In front of me stood Apollo, naked Apollo. WHAT WAS ADDED TO THE WINE? My stormy fantasies came to life? Did the aliens signal from space? The man really was like a revived painting, such a rocking under two meters tall, black hair, bright blue eyes. Oh, my God, what a man!
- Bobby, are you? - I was stunned to say it.
The man grabbed a new plaid from the couch and tied it to his thighs.
- If you call me Bobby again, you'll get it, the man shoved his finger at me.
- Who are you? - When I sobered up, I was outraged.
- Your husband is your future," he answered calmly and sat down on the couch with impudence.
- WHO?
- A horse in a coat, plague.
- Bring Bobby back, you bastard," I bequeathed. - Where is my dog?
- Actually, I'm a wolf, baby," this unfinished dog whispered in my ear.
- WHO ARE YOU?
- I'm a werewolf.
- A werewolf doesn't exist.
- There are.
- NO!
- YES!
- So you won't give Bobby back?
- Then, somehow... - he waved his hand indefinitely.
Oh, right! Well, in our modern world there is nothing to be surprised about. A werewolf, so a werewolf! Man, he's a man in Africa too, be my Bobby three times. Oh, I was getting used to it.
- Now, listen here, I grabbed his towel knot and moved closer to him. - I signed up for a dog, but not a cocky man. Now you get a grip on yourself and get the hell out of here where you came from. Understand?
- Baby, I'm not going anywhere from you now, I'm sorry. Soon the wedding is over.
Yeah, he still doesn't know me well. Silently got up, went to the kitchen. I took a heavier frying pan and came out to him with a gun.
- So, I understood not a fool. I'll come back later, when you calm down," he raised his two hands up.
- Don't bother.
- Can I at least call to be taken away, or they will send me to the asylum for a naked look.
- Call me," I nodded peacefully on the phone.
An hour later, an expensive foreign car parked outside the house, and a man left the mall.
- Listen, so you two know each other? - I stared at this werewolf.
- Yeah, it's one of my pack members and a friend of mine.
- A pack? Are there many of you?
- Yes, there are over a hundred thousand werewolves in Russia, and that's just wolves. I am the leader of the St. Petersburg pack. - You're a tough guy. - You're a tough guy.
- You're going to have a very rich and influential husband," they proudly told me.
- I don't fall for dogs," I cut them off.
My future "husband" blushed with anger.
- If you don't want to do it nicely, I can do it the hard way.
- How is that?
- Do you really want to know? - he raised his eyebrow questioningly.
- I'll manage. Go away already.
The man went to the exit.
- Wait.
He turned around.
- You said it was just so many wolves, and there was someone else?
- Yes. On my territory live: squirrels, foxes, several families of cats, dogs, even mice. All of them are under my protection. Why?
- Just to clarify, I decided. Because I see that the fauna started behaving strangely. I think, let me be clear, or maybe not enough... - I shook my shoulders.
And he turned around and came out.
"And yet, what kind of man..." I said after closing the door behind him.
To be continued in the next part