My Mate Has A Girlfriend
1252 Words
Serafine's POV
I blinked and opened my eyes as the chirping of birds woke me up from my sleep.
This scent smells heavenly. Where am I?
I looked around the black-themed master's room with furrowed.
I sat down on the king-sized when I felt a bang pain on my head, I grimaced and touched my temple to feel a plaster on my head.
I felt it further and jumped down from the bed to a large mirror on the wall to see if it was a plaster around my head.
I looked in the mirror and the first thing that caught my eye was the oversize pajamas I wore.
I raised the collar and sniffed it.
“Oh… it smells so nice,” I found myself saying with a smile.
“Who could have brought me here?” I asked out loud, and I stared at my wounds, “He even helped me dress my wounds.”
I walked around the room as I shrugged, “Must be a nice person… he smells nice too,” I giggled to myself.
The creaking sound of the door opening made me turn back to see who was coming in.
My jaw dropped immediately when I saw a lady wearing a maid's uniform walking inside.
She looked equally shocked to see me, and she remained rooted to her spot at the entrance.
I do not know why she was shocked to see me, but I was marveled by her beauty.
She had long red wavy hair that she tied up in a ponytail and, she had an oval-shaped face with hazel eyes and full lips.
Aside from her facial beauty, she was also very curvy, with a narrow waistline and busty, her uniform seemed too small to hide her boobs, and she had almost all her boobs out.
I looked down at her blue checker maid uniform, and it barely passed butt, with a pink apron that was just a little bit longer than her uniform.
I gulped as my eyes trailed her slender long legs which she had adorned with a gold leg chain and a high heel.
I blinked at her and raised my gaze to see her pouting at me.
“Who are you?” She asked arrogantly as she walked up to me with the glass of tea in her hand.
I bit my tongue, “Maybe she is not so well-mannered as compared to her beauty.”
She snapped her finger in front of me, “Are you deaf, who are you, and what are you doing in Master Damien's room? Why are you wearing his pajamas?”
I stepped back from her as she was yelling at my face.
“Good morning, I am Serafine Collins, nice to meet you,” I said with my hand out for a handshake.
She looked at my hand in disgust and then back at my face. I dropped my hand and shrugged at her before I walked back and sat on the bed.
“Well… since you can't talk but yell, I have nothing to say to you… I don't know your master, he brought me here without my consent,” I replied and looked away from her.
“You wretch… I see you are just a call-girl!” she yelled and poured the cup of hot tea she handed in her hand at me.
“Ahhh,” I yelled and jumped out of the bed as some of the tea spilled on my thigh and scalded it.
She stood there smiling as she watched me cry out in pain.
She crossed her arms over her chest, “That serves you right… now get out of here, you call-girl.”
The door was soon pushed open and someone rushed inside.
I looked up and locked eyes with the same man I ran away from yesterday.
What's his name again?
“Master Daniel… the cup of tea fell off my hand,” the maid lied pitifully.
Daniel is his name.
He gulped with his eyes peeled on me where he had frozen.
“You?” He mouthed slowly with furrowed brows.
The pain from the burn became intense, and I closed my eyes in pain and pursed my lips.
“Ouch… it hurts so bad,” I cried.
I heard him run to me and cupped my face with shaky hands, “You'll be fine, I promise you.”
I held my breath as I felt his hand on my skin, I stared into his eyes and nodded. For some reason, I felt like I could trust him.
He let go of my face and pulled the first aid from under the bed and placed it on the bed beside me.
He knelt on the floor before me and grabbed the pajamas, he effortlessly tore them apart, and he gritted his teeth when he saw the red patch on my skin.
He took out a balm and started to apply it softly on my leg.
“Ouch,” I winced in pain.
“So sorry,” he said, and he started to blow air on it with his mouth as he applied the balm gently.
I looked up and saw evil staring down at him in shock. She must have been surprised at how he was taking care of my burn wound.
Soon he was done dressing the wound, he got up to his feet. I looked up at him and said, “Thank you,” with a smile.
He smiled softly at me and ran his hand through my hair, “You don't have to thank me for that.”
He turned to the maid and his expression instantly switched to anger.
“Tina, how did you burn her,” he asked in a low tone, from the way he clenched his fist it was obvious he was trying to keep his cool.
“Why does he care about me so much?”
“Am I really his mate?”
Thousands of questions ran through my mind in a minute, but I was interrupted by Tina's stammering.
“I… I… Master, the cup fell from my hand,” she said, looking down at her feet.
Daniel gritted his teeth, “What do you mean the cup fell out of your hand… are there no bones in your body!” He yelled at her and she jumped.
She raised her eyes and looked at me disdainfully.
“Master, she is just a call-girl,” Tina said.
Daniel raised his fist to slap her, but he paused midair and she flinched.
My jaw dropped, and I covered my mouth with my hand as I stared at him.
He balled the fist he raised and glared at her, “How dare you call my mate a call-girl!”
Tina's eyes bulged out in shock as she stared at me.
“Get out of my sight!!”
She jumped and raced out of the room.
“Did I hear you say your mate?” I looked at the door and saw a pretty girl standing by the door.
She had brown eyes and freckles, with black hair highlighted with pink that rested on her shoulder.
She wore a short nightgown.
I looked up at Daniel and found him tongue-tied staring at her.
Why is he quiet? Could she be his girlfriend?
“Speak up Daniel, did you just say she is your mate?” The pretty lady asked again, but this time in a shaky voice.
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