Chapter 6
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Though my eyes are still closed, I'm aware I've already woken.
Remembering the nights events, I'm honestly too comfortable to move.
I bask in the warmth of the bed and suck on my thumb contently.
It's a bad habit I've had since forever.
I try to fall asleep, but my plans are ruined by the sound of an annoying beeping.
It only beeps twice before I hear a small click.
I'm not sure what it was, but I'm grateful it's quiet again. I stay like this for about two or three
more minutes before a hand begins stroking my hair softly. I mumble against my thumb and give
it a small surprised bite.
My body tenses immediately.
I didn't feel a bite. I cease my sucking and open my eyes, only to jump with such alarm that I'm
quickly falling backwards.
"Aahh!" I scream before my hip makes contact with the hard marble flooring.
"Ellie!"
I groan in response, seeing... Chaol hover over me worriedly.
"Baby?" He asks while picking my body up carefully.
"I'm okay," I assure him as he lays me on the bed gently.
Sitting beside me, I steal a glance at the thumb I had been sucking. On that finger, a single cross
sits in the middle right under his knuckle.
"I didn't mean to startle you, love."
I take the statement as an unnecessary apology and tell him it's fine.
"We need to head down to the office in about thirty minutes," he says informadly.
"Your clothes have all been delivered and I took the liberty of placing them on the right side of
my closet."
His closet? What about that guest room? I though sleeping in here was a one time thing,
especially since I was just sucking on my boss's thumb.
Instead of bringing it up, much too embarrassed to fathom it, I thank him before heading to the
closet while he showers quickly.
Looking at the full racks in the large walk in... Retail store to say the least, I notice it's not just
my clothes.
Apart from the many suits and casual clothes that line the left side, on my side there are more
clothes than I started out with.
Origionally, I only had 10 of each item. 10 dresses, shirts, skirts, shorts, pants, and
undergarments.
Looking at the racks now, I'd say there's quintuple the origional amount.
This is all for me?
Remembering I now work at the most prestigious law firm in the state and possibly the country, I
decide it's a thoughtful and appropriate
sentiment. Scanning the racks, I pull out a new number and slip it on.
Even though it's not quite spring yet and not something a normal business person or even
aspiring lawyer would wear, I refuse to change my style or dim my colorful taste.
Slipping on a pair of white flats, I pick up my brush from the vanity that sits on the back wall
holding all my beauty products.
Fancy.
I run the red and gold bristles through my thick and wavy bellybutton length locks until they
shine and all the hairs sit perfectly in place.
I exit and go to the now open bathroom, brushing my teeth quickly before making my way
downstairs.
I hop down each step with enthusiasm and laugh a bit as I reach the bottom with a frog like leap.
"Be careful baby!"
I turn to the repremanding voice of Chaol with sorry eyes. Perhaps I got a bit too excited.
"We don't want you to fall and get hurt, now do we?"
I shake my head and jump up once more as his arms come to my waist and thigh to hoist me up.
He seems to enjoy carrying me. I bet it's a good workout to keep his godlike muscles in shape
too.
I kick my legs lightly as Chaol walks before he sits down on a stool at the kitchen bar.
It's not until I turn to lean my back on his chest that I notice the woman staring at us.
"This is Ellie," Chaol says before sliding a plate that the lady must have set down closer to us.
She smiles warmly, despite the surprise in her gaze.
Wiping her hands on her apron and picking up a dirty pan, she introduces herself.
"I'm Margo, the maid and sometimes chef for Mr. Spoiled rich boy over here."
Grinning in amusement I look to see Chaol rolling his eyes and lifting a fork to my mouth.
After I take the bite of sausage and egg, he adds in,
"Margo's worked here for the past six years. It's the only reason she's not fired for that mouth of
hers."
The thirty year old looking woman taunts,
"Actually it's because when I iron, I make this crease in his boxe-"
"OKAY thank you Margo that's enough," Chaol all but shouts.
He finishes chewing his bite and feeds me more.
I actually quite enjoy this form of dining. It's different and comfortable.
Margo finishes her snickering and cleans the pan she used before picking up a bucket of cleaning
supplies and exiting the room.
"What do you think of the food?"
I swallow the bite I'm chewing and enthusiasticly say, "I love it! It's delicious d-"
Clearing my throat quickly, mumbling,
"Delicious," again.
I didn't mean to almost call him daddy. It's just such a natural word to slip out of my mouth
where my kink is involved.
"Wonderful. Did I tell you how beautiful you look this morning?"
I thank him and do my best to refrain from blushing.
"You're very handsome today too," I say glancing back at his suit.
When our plate of food is finished, I wiggle and squirm in an attempt to get off Chaol's lap, but
once my feet touch the floor, I'm lifted right back up.
I let out a small growl, but my boss only laughs.
"You're adorable when you purr."
I pout at the insinuation that I'm not scary. I can be frightening! I'll just have to find a way to
prove it, but first, I need to make it through my first day of work.
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