When I found out my boyfriend actually had a wife, I got drunk in a bar and kissed a stranger. I didn't expect it would be the start of something much more complicated... The stranger I kissed became my boss, his dog somehow only liked me, and I was introduced to a crazy world where supernatural beings existed....

I was asked to look after my boss’s puppy while he was away. The next day, there was no puppy, but a little boy...

Boy: "Mommy! I’m your pup!"🤩

Me："You are the dog??”😳

Boy "”No! I am a wolf 🐺"

Aria

“You really broke up with your boyfriend on Valentine’s Day? Why?”

“He’s married.” I tilted my head back and swallowed the shot of tequila. It burned going down, numbing my senses, but that was exactly what I wanted tonight.

“What?!”

I sighed, suddenly grateful that the thrumming music was loud enough to drown out my friend’s outburst. I could see her gesturing wildly, shouting something about ‘bastards’ and ‘playboys’, but I could barely hear her. Not that I would have been able to, anyway.

After all, my mind was still stuck on last night.

It really had been a perfect Valentine’s Day. My boyfriend, Jackson, had taken me out for a nice dinner, bought me flowers and chocolates and a bottle of wine, and then we had come back to my place for some seriously amazing sex.

But it was then, as his phone began to ring while he was in the shower, that everything changed.

“The caller ID said ‘Boss Lady’,” I explained to Bella, who was too drunk to hold her head up

straight by now. “I figured it was someone from work—you know how seriously he takes his

job—so I picked up for him, just in case.”

Bella hiccuped, pushing a strand of jet black hair out of her big brown eyes. “And?”

“And…” I sighed, reaching for another shot glass. “It was his wife.”

My friend—best friend, I should say, considering the fact that Bella and I had been inseparable since we were teenagers—practically fell off her barstool. “I hope she didn’t blame you for everything.”

I knocked back another shot of tequila.

“She didn’t. Because they were clearly in an ‘open marriage’. His wife even knew about me before I knew about her.”

I didn’t mention how Jackson’s wife sounded horribly lovesick over the phone, asking when he would be ‘done’ with me so they could celebrate Valentine’s Day ‘properly’. Clearly, there were some unresolved feelings there.

But she knew about me, regardless of how she truly felt about their little arrangement.

And I had been played for a fool.

“What happened after that?” Bella asked, taking another shot of her own.

Standing at four inches shorter than me and about ninety-five pounds soaking wet, she was definitely the lightweight between the two of us. I knew I’d likely be scraping her up off the floor by the time we left, but I didn’t mind. It was why I had invited her out tonight; Bella knew how to have fun, and I needed fun right now.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. “Get this: Jackson actually wanted us to stay together. He said he ‘really loved me’, that he only didn’t tell me about his wife because I’m ‘too serious’.”

Bella’s mouth lifted into the barest hint of a smirk. “I take it his shit ended up on the sidewalk.”

I couldn’t help but smirk myself. “You know me too well, Bella.” My friend grinned impishly, and I added, “It just sucks, you know? Finally, I thought I found ‘the one’. I was planning on asking him to move in and get a fucking dog together. Seriously.”

My friend sighed and put an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into her and blinked quickly in an attempt to quell the tears that were threatening to come. “Screw him, okay?” she said. “He’s trash.”

“I just wish—”

“Oh, no.” My friend leaned back, eyes flashing with that fiery intensity that I loved so much as she jammed a finger into my chest. “I know where this is going. Don’t you dare wallow, Aria White. Do you understand me?”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are.” Bella leapt to her feet and grabbed me by the wrist, hauling me off of my barstool with surprising strength despite her petite form. Planting both hands firmly into my back, she began wheeling me toward the dance floor.

“You always do this, Aria!” she shouted over the pumping music. “You always wallow after every breakup, and I’m sick of it! I’m not gonna let you mope around over some jackass!”

Despite my pain, I couldn’t help but laugh at Bella’s attitude. We stopped in the middle of the dance floor, and Bella turned, gesturing to the groups of guys dancing to the bass-heavy music.

“With your body, I’d bet my entire paycheck that any of the guys in here would happily make out with you,” Bella shouted into my ear as we began to dance together. “Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even have to ask! You could just walk up and kiss them!”

I felt my face flush at the thought. I was tall for a girl and a bit lanky, with wide hips, mousy brown hair, and green eyes that were just a little too big for my face—not to mention the freckles covering my nose and cheeks.

In my head, I looked like an awkward teenager, not the type of girl who could walk up to random guys and make out with them at the club.

“Come on, Bella,” I said, waving my hand at my friend. “Don’t be silly.”

Bella wrinkled her nose. “Look, not that I’m agreeing with that asshole, but he was right about one thing: you can be a little… you know.”

I frowned and stopped dancing. “A little what, Bella?”

Huffing, Bella gestured to my stance—my arms folded across my chest, my back rigid, my chin dipped down so that I was practically looking at her through my eyebrows despite the fact that I was so much taller than her.

She didn’t need to say it for me to know what she was implying.

“I know I can be serious,” I said, dropping my arms back to my sides. “But I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I like my personality just fine.”

Bella shook her head. “No one is asking you to change your whole personality. But would it kill you to loosen up a little? The whole time we’ve been on the dance floor, you’ve looked like you’d rather be literally anywhere else.”

There was no arguing that; Bella had been the one to pick this place, not me. “I’m just not really the dancey type,” I replied. “Nor am I the kissing random strangers type.”

“Well, it’s either that or skydiving,” Bella grinned, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m not letting you leave here until you do something exciting. Something to take your mind off of that asshole.” I shot my friend a withering glare, and she clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes up at me.

Dammit, I thought. Bella always knew exactly how to get me to do what she wanted to do, and besides, that last shot of tequila was beginning to hit. My body was starting to feel loose and warm, and maybe, just maybe…

But looking around, I didn’t see a single person who was my type; mostly just college frat boys with backwards baseball caps and vodka cranberries spilled down the fronts of their shirts.

There was a VIP lounge upstairs, but we peasants were clearly not allowed in. Even if there were interesting people upstairs, I wouldn't know.

“I’m not kissing anyone here,” I said, wrinkling my nose.

Bella rolled her eyes and gestured to the door. “How about the next guy who walks in?”

“No, Bella. No way—”

“C’mon! Prove Jackson wrong!” Bella was already pushing me toward the door.

“What if he’s ugly?!” I shouted over my shoulder.

My friend just giggled. “That’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?” I shot her another glare, and she added, “It’s just one kiss.”

I really must have been getting drunk now, because a little part of me knew that she was right—it was just one kiss. What was the worst that could happen?

“Fine,” I said, stopping by the bar for another shot. “But I need another drink first. And I’m vetoing if he’s ugly.”

“Fair enough.”

We grabbed another round of shots, clinking the tiny cups together before downing them. This time, the liquid burned significantly less going down, and I knew I really was in trouble—because Bella’s idea really wasn’t seeming so bad after all.

One kiss, just to get out of wallowing over my ex and prove that I wasn’t too ‘serious’... I could manage that.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the door opened. I barely got a glimpse at the guy who entered—aside from a full head of long raven hair—before Bella was suddenly propelling me forward again.

Oh, God. I can’t believe I’m—

Don’t think, Aria! Just act!

Before I could protest my own thoughts, my lips were on his.

It shouldn’t have been more than a peck—plausible deniability and all that. But then a strong arm was wrapping around me and tugging me closer, and something about his lips was electric, and suddenly I was wanting more, more, more.

When we finally parted for air, I opened my eyes, mouth slightly open, and…

Good lord, he was handsome.

And just as shocked as I was, if the flustered expression on his chiseled face was any indication.

Before either of us could speak, another man, a blond with close-cropped hair, stepped between us.

“What are you doing?” the blond guy growled at me before whirling to face the other man. “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t know she was going to do that.”

I looked back at the handsome man, and his eyes—one blue and one brown, shocking in the dim light—were roving over me… scrutinizing me.

And it was then, as I took in his perfectly-tailored suit and the Rolex on his wrist, that it hit me.

I just kissed a VIP.

Aria

Now the VIP was staring at me, a questioning glare in his eyes, and I was floundering like some kind of drunk sleaze.

“I… I’m so sorry!” I stammered out, taking a staggering step back. “I… I just… I thought you were someone else! It’s dark in here, and I-I didn’t realize—”

“Enough.” The VIP rolled his mismatched eyes and turned to the blond, who I was just now realizing was the owner of this bar. “Do you normally allow this kind of behavior in your establishment?”

The bar owner’s face visibly blanched. “No! Of course not, Mr. Avarise,” he replied, dipping his head. “This is completely unacceptable.”

The VIP—Mr. Avarise—scoffed and turned on his heel without so much as looking at me. “Then I suggest you take care of this… problem.”

With that, he was gone. I couldn’t help but stare at his retreating form as he made his way up the stairs to the VIP section, suit jacket taut around his muscular back. He carried himself with such an air of authority that even other VIPs coming down the stairs moved aside for him, women gawking at his chiseled jaw and men ogling his lush, long hair.

And to think that I had just kissed that man, who was not only a VIP but totally and utterly out of my league…

A dick move on my part, if I was being honest.

“Here.” The sound of the bar owner’s gruff voice and something being shoved into my hand snapped me out of my reverie. “I can’t exactly kick you out over something like that, but I’d appreciate it if you’d close your tab and see yourself out.”

Frowning, I looked down at what he’d just handed me; two free drink vouchers.

A more diplomatic way to say ‘Get the fuck out and don’t leave a bad review on Yelp.’

By now, my face was beet red, which was made even worse by the fact that other people around us were staring and whispering amongst themselves. I could feel their glares on my skin—no doubt judging the drunk little hussy who had practically assaulted a VIP.

So I didn’t need more convincing.

Bella—after a bit of whining about our night being cut short—finally agreed to close our tab and leave with me. The night air was cool and refreshing against my hot skin as we stumbled out onto the busy city street, and only then did I let out the breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding.

As soon as the door was shut behind us, my friend began to laugh.

“Wow, Aria!” Bella crooned, draping her arm around my waist. “I didn’t know you had it in you! Kissing a stranger VIP like that!”

A few passersby glanced at us, and I resisted the urge to bury my face in my hands. “Bella, not so loud—”

“That’s probably the boldest thing you’ve ever done!” Clearly, my friend had no volume control when she was drunk. She wiped away invisible tears, stumbling against me as she said, “They grow up so fast!”

I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. “Yeah, well, I’m never doing anything like that again.”

Bella grinned impishly as she twirled a strand of jet black hair around her finger. “I don’t know, Aria… Never say never, right?”

“I’m saying it now: never.”

My friend rolled her eyes and giggled again. “You just had some bad luck, that’s all. If he wasn’t such a curmudgeon about it, maybe you could have even gotten his number.”

“Bella…”

“I mean it!” Bella slurred, nudging me with her elbow. “That kiss was passionate as hell, and the guy practically reeked of Armani.”

She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk then, spreading her hands in front of us as if reading the words in neon lights.

“I can see it now… Aria, the rich CEO’s doting wife!”

…

I woke to the sensation of warm sun hitting my cheek… and a piercing headache.

“Ooh,” I groaned, wiping the drool off the side of my face. My alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, and I was already awake with a blistering hangover. I really should have had more water before bed last night, I thought as I sat up and chugged the glass that Drunk Aria had been smart enough to set on the bedside table.

It was then, water dribbling down my chin, that it hit me.

I nearly choked.

“Oh, Christ,” I groaned, palming my forehead as the events of last night finally came rushing back.

Kissing a rich VIP like that… I’d made an utter fool out of myself. What was I even thinking? That was it; I was never drinking again.

He probably doesn’t even remember your face, I thought to myself as I threw the covers back and climbed out of bed. I kept telling myself that, a weak attempt at self-soothing, as I stumbled to the bathroom and popped a couple of Advil to combat the nasty headache that was radiating throughout my skull.

I turned on the hot water, steam slowly filling the bathroom. My entire body ached, especially—

“What the…?”

Leaning forward, I wiped some of the mist away from the mirror and gingerly touched my collarbone. I winced and pulled my hair aside to reveal a swollen mark on my skin. The flesh was raised and angry, as if burned, in the shape of a crescent.

Weird. I didn’t recall getting injured last night, but to be fair, I had gotten hammered; Bella had convinced me to hit up another bar with her after leaving the first one, and the rest was history after that.

But damn, did it hurt.

After my shower, I tenderly put some ointment on the mark and dressed casually—an oversized sweater, leggings, and a puffy winter coat and cozy scarf—then pulled my hair into its usual braid and headed out.

Despite everything that happened last night, I was excited for my day. It was Monday; and every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I would walk dogs.

Dog walking was just a side gig for me, something to make a bit of extra cash for a couple of hours in the mornings, but it was honestly the highlight of my week. I loved all animals, but especially dogs, and since I wasn’t able to own a dog myself, hanging out with other people’s dogs filled that furry void. The exercise was nice, too.

The winter morning air was chilly but invigorating as I made my way out of my brownstone apartment and began my usual route. It was February, but it hadn’t snowed in some time, so that the cold air and barren trees were the only indications of winter.

My first pickup was just a few doors down—an adorable little dachshund named Morty who was always excited to see me.

“Good morning, little guy!” I cooed as I walked in the front door. Morty yipped excitedly, practically leaping into my arms as I crouched down. “Are you excited for our walk?”

“Morning, Aria!” Morty’s owner, an elderly woman named Anna who couldn’t walk him in the mornings anymore due to her arthritis, waved from around the corner and held up a mug. “Coffee?”

Coffee sounded nice, but I was running a little late after spending too much time wallowing in the shower. “Erm… I don’t suppose you could make it to go?”

Anna beamed and shuffled away, cabinets banging as she prepared the coffee. A moment later, she emerged with a thermos and one of her famous oatmeal cookies in a little baggie. “You can bring the thermos back later,” she said, glancing at my dark circles. “Late night?”

I flushed at the reminder of what had happened. “Something like that,” I said, thanking her for the coffee and heading out with Morty in tow.

Munching on my cookie, I continued on my route, picking up my other dogs as I went—an elderly labrador named Goldie, a lazy pit bull named Cooper, a feisty pomeranian ironically named Bella.

After I picked everyone up, I headed to our usual haunt: a dog park downtown. The dogs were particularly excited today, practically pulling me along as we went. Once they saw the dog park, it was all I could do not to let them drag me down the sidewalk.

“Alright, alright,” I laughed, swinging open the gate and heading inside. “Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of play time today.” The cool air was soothing against my hangover, and I wouldn’t mind spending some extra time outside.

But as I went to unhook Goldie’s leash first, the usually-serene older dog suddenly went on high alert. Her ears pricked up, tail straightening, and I could even hear a low growl rumble in her throat.

In fact, all of the dogs went stiff.

Frowning, I followed their piercing gazes across the lawn, and that was when I saw it: an absurdly large—I’m talking enormous—brown and white husky bounding toward us, tongue lolling out of its mouth.

“He just wants to play,” I assured my dogs. But all four dogs, who were normally quite friendly, seemed… stiff. Nervous. Even Bella yipped and hid behind my legs as the husky ran up to me and nuzzled my hand with his comically large snout.

“Hey there, buddy,” I said, scratching behind the husky’s chocolate-colored ears. As if in response, he whined up at me with mismatched eyes—one blue and one brown.

I looked around, but didn’t see an owner heading my way, which was strange. The park didn’t enforce leashes, but dogs weren’t allowed to go completely unattended. “Where’s your owner?”

“Sorry. That would be me.”

The sound of a deep, rich male voice that was oddly familiar caused me to startle. I whirled around, and there he was—dressed differently than last night, in a casual jacket and jeans, a few strands of his long, raven black hair falling loose from its bun, but…

It was him. The wealthy VIP from the bar.

The one who I’d kissed.

I just stood there, mouth slack. Don’t let him recognize me, I thought desperately, tucking my chin into my scarf to hide my face.

But he recognized me.

Those mismatched eyes narrowed dangerously, and I felt my stomach drop as his next words were anything but friendly.

“You? Again?”

Aria

“I-I’m so sorry about last night. I was drunk, and—”

“Lucas. Come.”

The man didn’t even look at me as I tried to explain myself—he just snapped his fingers. Laughably, the affectionate husky with eyes that looked an awful lot like his owner’s whined and sat down next to me.

“Lucas…” The man seemed to be growing frustrated, and I had to choke down a chuckle as the dog cocked his enormous head and whined again.

“Is he a show dog?” I asked, nodding toward the husky.

The man finally looked up from his dog, but only to glare at me. “Excuse me?”

“A show dog.” I felt heat creep up my neck, even though it was supposed to be an innocent question. “He’s really beautiful. And quite large, even for a husky.”

“Oh.” The man shrugged and said, “No. He’s just a… rare breed.”

My eyebrows shot up at that. “What breed?”

The man opened and closed his mouth for a moment, little puffs of white air escaping, clearly not in the mood for small talk. Finally, he responded, “Part wolf.”

“Wow!” The exclamation slipped out of me before I could stop it. “No wonder he’s so big! Purebred wolves are enormous—I spent a summer once working at a wolf sanctuary and—”

“Lucas. Let’s go.”

My mouth snapped shut at that, and I felt my face turn what was sure to be a brilliant shade of crimson. Clearly, my attempts at small talk were unwelcome.

But the dog just sat there.

And yipped at his owner as if in protest.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand to hide my smirk. Finally growing impatient, the man turned on his heel and began to stride away. “I’m leaving, Lucas. Unless you want to find your own way home, you should come with me.”

He talks to the dog like he’s a human, I thought to myself, but I couldn’t blame the guy. I often did the same with animals. But shockingly, the dog barked and whined once more as if responding, pawing at the grass with one foot.

The man’s back stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks.

“Lucas…”

The dog growled softly and nuzzled my hand, clearly not wanting to go. By now, the other dogs had relaxed somewhat and were sniffing him curiously, although he didn’t seem all that interested in them.

“I guess he likes me,” I joked.

“No. He doesn’t.” The man turned, placing his hands on his hips, and continued to stare at the dog. “I’m not sure what you did to make him come to you, but he’s not usually this friendly.”

I frowned, cocking my head. Was he implying that I’d given his dog treats or something to make him come to me?

“He just ran up to me,” I remarked, and placed my hand on Lucas’s head. “Seems friendly enough to me.”

Sure enough, the husky nuzzled into my hand. His owner looked a bit surprised, creases forming between his dark brows. A slight breeze ruffled the loose hairs around his face, and even though he was being a bit standoffish—for good reason, I supposed—I couldn’t help but blush at how handsome he looked.

“How did you manage that?” the man asked. “Lucas is… particularly picky with who he likes.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Dogs have always liked me, I guess.” Suddenly having an idea, I pulled my business card out of the pouch at my hip and held it out to him. “I’m actually a professional dog walker. If you ever need someone to walk him when you’re busy—”

“I don’t need to pay someone to do something so frivolous.” He didn’t even glance at my business card.

I quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed beneath that piercing gaze. Right; he still hated me for what I had done last night. “Sorry,” I managed, pulling my hand back. “I just thought…”

Suddenly, as if a dog whistle had gone off somewhere nearby, the husky began to howl and whine miserably. The man sighed, staring at the dog with his hands on his hips. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that the guy and the dog were in the middle of some kind of battle.

Finally, the man shook his head as if giving up. “Alright, fine.” Before I could react, he took my card and studied it. “It’s rare to find someone who Lucas accepts, so I guess I’ll take it. Just in case I need a babysitter.

My eyebrows shot up again. “You mean a dogsitter?” I quipped.

The tips of the man’s ears reddened slightly. “Right. That’s what I meant.”

I let out a tiny breath of relief. More work was always a plus for me, especially with wealthy businessmen like this guy, and dogsitting made even more money than walking. I watched as he studied my card, and those mismatched eyes glanced up at me.

“You’re Aria?” he asked.

I nodded and stuck out my hand. “Aria White, at your service. And you are…?”

The man looked at my hand for a moment, as if considering, then sighed again and shook it. “Darren Avarise.”

“Nice to meet you, Darren.” His palm was warm and large against mine, practically dwarfing my fingers. I was taller than most women—standing at five-foot-nine—and it was rare for me to feel so small next to a man.

But with Darren… He had to have been at least six-five, maybe more. I almost had to crane my neck to look up at him.

“Ahem.” Darren cleared his throat, and I quickly pulled my hand away, realizing I had been shaking his hand for far too long.

“Sorry,” I managed, turning away in the hopes that he wouldn’t see me blush again. “I should get going—these guys need their playtime. It was nice meeting you.” I paused, swallowing, and added over my shoulder, “I really am sorry about last night.”

Darren didn’t respond, and so I went to leave.

But before I could take more than two steps, I felt something tug at the hem of my sweater.

Stopping, I looked down to see that Lucas was biting my sweater. His mismatched eyes stared almost pleadingly up at me, and a soft whine escaped his throat as if he didn’t want me to go.

“Oh, uh… See you too, buddy,” I said, patting his head. The dog still didn’t release my sweater, and I let out a small chuckle and glanced over at Darren. “I guess he really does like me.”

Darren just stared at his dog, looking shocked. “Lucas.”

Only then did the large dog, albeit reluctantly, release his grip on my sweater—leaving a big, wet mouth print on the fabric. Whining, he tucked his tail between his legs and hung his head as he returned to his owner’s side. Darren walked away without a word, and Lucas shot me one last sad look before following him.

I couldn’t decide whether to laugh again or feel bad. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded adding the big softie to my list of clients, although I doubted that Darren would actually call me. I shook my head to dispel the notion as they disappeared over the hill and returned my focus to the other dogs.

…

By the time I returned home that day, it was past noon. I’d spent more time than usual at the park, savoring the fresh air, and had also chatted for a while over coffee and more oatmeal cookies with Anna.

I kicked my boots off by the door, tossing my keys onto the counter as I trudged back into my apartment. Home sweet home…

I need to clean today, I thought, glancing around at the unwashed dishes in the sink and the full hamper in the corner. It was a small apartment, just about all I could afford, which meant that it got messy quickly.

First, though, I grabbed my laptop and settled cross-legged onto the sofa to get some writing done. I hadn’t even opened Word, however, before a new email notification was popping up.

“RE: Job Application to Lunar Labs — Application Accepted.”