Cassie Robert…
I am supposed to have cleaned the alpha’s chambers as usual, but I have been awake for the past two hours, and he’s still sleeping. He usually wakes up about ten minutes after I wake up, but today is unusual. I hope he didn’t die in his sleep.
“Come on, Cassie, you should stop thinking like that,” My subconscious mind says to me, and I roll my eyes at nothing.
“Why do you think the alpha is still sleeping?” I ask Zoey as if she slept in his room.
“I don’t know. Maybe he had a long day yesterday since he has been away,” She suggests, and I shrug. I’m happy that I now live with Zoey, but I’m still scared of what Alpha Damien has in store for the two of us. I have no idea why he will ask Zoey to move in with me just like that.
“I think I should go check up on him again,” I finally stand up to my feet and drag myself out of the room. I was supposed to have been done with my chores already, but because of him I’m stuck here and doing nothing.
I place a soft knock on his door, and as expected I got no reply from him. Is he dead or is he sleeping?
Pushing the door open, I peek in before I finally walk in. My heart almost jump out of my chest as I spot him sleeping on his bed. He has no cloth on, just the quilt covering his body, his chest is open with no fabric on it. My eyes dilate in shock as my mouth drops open in shock. He looks extremely cute in his sleep.
“Wow!” I cup my cheeks in my palms and smile dreamily. Gosh! Why am I drooling over him?
My heart freezes as he licks his soft lip. Maybe staring for a while won’t harm, right?
I tiptoe to the bed and peek at his handsome face. Oh my God, how can he be this handsome even in his sleep?
“He’s so cute,” I mumble to myself. As if an invisible force is pushing me, I find my hand moving to his face, and soon my fingers are roaming his handsome face, and damn! His skin is so smooth and feels so good to touch.
“Wow… So cute,” I mumble softly, pinching his cheek playfully in a way that won’t wake him from his sleep. I know what I’m doing now will get me into trouble if he finds out, but I can’t control myself no matter how much I try to. He’s so freaking cute.
I touch his long eyelashes, and I giggle softly to myself. They’re so long and beautiful, even more than mine. Gosh! How come he has longer lashes than mine? Running my fingers through his thick eyebrows, I smile broadly. I hope he sleeps for so long, so I can do this to him. I love the feeling.
My eyes travel down to his cute lips, and I find myself licking my lips as the sudden urge to kiss them sparks through me. I have no idea what has come over me, but I’m not ready to stop this.
Wait! Is he dead? Why has he not moved yet? I lean over him, and whispers to his ear, “My lord, are you dead?”
“Do you enjoy flirting with me?” His voice brushes my ear, and I gasp sharply as I quickly spring up to my feet. What the heck! Has he been awake all along?
“Gre… greetings, my lord,” I greet him nervously, looking everywhere else except his face. Gosh! What the hell was I even thinking?
“I… I… I came to clean your room…” I stutter nervously, and I bet that I heard him scoff. I know he won’t spare me. I have just gotten myself into trouble.
“And you took the chance to flirt with me, yeah?” He asks sarcastically, and I bite my bottom lip, left with nothing to say.
“I’ll send for you when I need you. Get out,” I almost run out of his room without waiting for him to finish up his statement. It’s a good thing that he asked me to leave. I was already dying of embarrassment…
Back in his chambers…
He stares into space as a soft smile plays at the corner of his lips. Recalling everything she did to him, he can only smile about it. Of course, he wants to get mad at her, or even punish her for what she did, but a part of him enjoyed what she was doing, and he wished she didn’t stop.
“My lord, are you dead?” Her innocent voice replays in his head, and he cracks a little. This girl has been messing with his head lately, and he finds it cute though.
When her fingers touched him earlier, he felt some sparks in his body, and when the tip of her finger brushed his lips, he felt like grabbing her and pinning her to his bed until she begs for mercy.
“Stop this, Damien. This is not right,” Recalling who she is, he cautions himself. This girl is the daughter of his enemy, he shouldn’t be feeling this way toward her. He has many concubines, but none of them are maids or slaves, he feels like it’s an insult to him to have an affair with a mere maid, let alone the daughter of his enemy.
He groans softly as he stands up from the bed while holding the quilt over his body as he drags his feet into the bathroom. The bathtub is empty, which means that Cassie has not fixed his bath water yet. What! How dare she!
“Cassie!” He thunders angrily stepping into his room and slamming the door behind him.
The door suddenly burst opens, and Cassie rushes in. She has a nervous look on her face.
He meant to scold her for what she did, but seeing the innocent look on her face, his anger slowly disappears for no reason. He tries to be himself, but her innocent face keeps charming her and making him look like a fool. What the hell is she doing to him? Why is he suddenly feeling this way toward her?
“You called me, my lord,” She whispers, but loud enough for him to hear her. He has been staring at her, and she’s already getting uncomfortable with his stares.
“Go prepare my bath water,” He finds himself ordering her calmly. This is unusual.
“Forgive me, my lord. I’ll do that now,” She hurries into the bathroom afterward to fix his bath water.
He crashes on the bed and buries his face in his palms as so many thoughts run through his mind…