Thread: A Woman's Best Friend (Spyke Lion x whtbitch4u2own)

Was a valedictorian in my highschool, graduated Harvard with high honors, took a high-paying government official job, and I'm still doing chores for my parents... James growled to himself, his amber eyes shifting to the side to eye the large, furry body that took over the passenger's seat in his car. At 27, James was currently climbing the ladder to success, working his way up the governmental hierarchy to make a big name for himself. He had everything ambition, money, a solid reputation, a great college background, and a beautiful young woman who was to be his wife in a matter of months. Throughout his life, James prided himself on being the best he could be and letting his raw talent, intellect, and of course the financial backing his parents provided to help him excel. Still, the rising worker that he was, he was still subjected to menial tasks that his parents would ask of him on occasion. And that's where Brutus, the large dog, came in. James wasn't too familiar with the dog- his parents had gotten him a couple of years ago wanting a powerful, dominant guard dog. And he was exactly that- strong, muscular and with a very... particular personality. He was a joy to his mother and father- his unconditional love for them was definitely amazing, but for the others including himself, Brutus was rather aggressive, not accepting to be petted or touched unless he wanted it himself. James wasn't sure if this was a specific personality trait or if it was because of the breed- he wasn't exactly big into dogs, especially Brutus. Sighing, James wiped off the excess dog fur that happened to flutter onto his grey suit, ignoring the hairs that dropped and stuck to the floor and seat covers of his 2015 Dodge Charger. You better not make a mess of my house. James glared, staring harshly at the dog, as if he expected it to answer. I'm gone quite a bit, so if I come back home and there's piss all over the floor I'm fixing you right away. Brutus seemed to huff in response, continuing to stare out the window at the passing houses. After a few more minutes of silent driving, James finally pulled his car into his driveway, his garage door automatically opening. If there was one more thing James prided himself on, it was his home. Located in Sunshine Estates a little ways from the city, it was where the more upper-class citizens resided. Standing at a full two stories and complete with an outdoor pool, Jacuzzi, indoor bar, and numerous guestrooms, it was an exceptional architectural art piece. Both he and his fiance' had personally picked it out, and although he hadn't spent much time in it yet, it was rather roomy and enjoyable. Stepping out of his car, he tugged on the leash that pulled Brutus's collar. Come on. He frowned, attempting to command the dog to leave his car. We're here, so get out. You'll mess up the cushions. Brutus glared and growled lightly but obeyed, his big frame stepping out of the car and landing on his paws. James was impressed he managed to get him into the vehicle in the first place... Brushing off his suit, James doubled checked his short, combed brown hair, and black leather shoes before strutting over to the door, turning the knob and letting himself, and Brutus, enter the house. The entryway from his garage was clean, big, and smelled fresh. The floors and walls were completely spotless, as if nobody had lived there before. Brutus sniffed the air lightly, his ears flickering curiously about his head. This was a different home then he was used to- of course he didn't quite understand what was going on, but his owners would be gone for a while- hopefully not too long. Honey! James called, unhooking Brutus from his leash. I'm home!