Ben P.O.V.

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"Don't touch that, sir."

    Majesty coiled his arm back before huffing in annoyance at me as we made our way into my Mistress's house. He had almost touched one of her favorite vases. Not to mention, it was cursed. She had picked it up in one of her many secret expeditions.

    We walked further into the house, entering the living room where I asked Majesty to sit.

    "Alright, sir. I'll be right back. I have to notify my Mistress that we have returned. Please refrain from touching anything. Even if it is tempting." I cautioned as I left him, quickly ascending the stairway on the opposite wall from where he sat. I glanced at him before entirely disappearing from his sight, running my hand through my hair and sighing heavily, exhausted from the days' events.

     Who knew that someone could be so stressful to manage. Not only had I been avoiding full eye contact and his presence as much as I could without losing sight of him, but it also seemed he was doing the same to me. We had rarely talked on the way here from the hotel in Athens. I meant to start a conversation with him on the ride from my private jet, but his gaze was fixed on the landscape outside the window. I hated to admit it, but he kind of looked cute. He was mesmerized by the jutting mountains and the smooth, serene lakes and turbulent oceans that were beneath us.

    He seemed like a little kid. It was adorable.

    I cringed at the use of the word for a grown man, but couldn't find a replacement that didn't sound any less strange. It was just the fact that Majesty seemed to carry on with a child-like innocence to him. Well, other than that other night, of course...

    I groaned as I replayed the scenes in my head without trying to. How his rough, large hands had grabbed my hips, the feeling of a jolt of electricity having rushed through my body, filling me with nothing but warmth. Then his breath tickling my neck with the smell of mint wafting through the air as he leaned closer, pressing his hard-

    "Ben, are you feeling alright?"

    I jumped to the sound of my Mistress, catching sight of her leaning on the door of her study. She had a concerned look on her face as she continued to face me, arms crossed in front of her expectantly. I stared at her, finding it difficult to find the proper words to explain why I had been groaning and moaning with my hand on my, um, crotch.

    It appeared, though, as if Mistress had not caught sight of my hand placement and was staring at my face for a very prolonged amount of time, eyes boring into mine, searching for answers that were not being given when asked.

    I could see her patience wavering, so I pointed towards the staircase that led towards the first floor and uttered one word breathlessly: "Majesty."

    Surprise replaced her expectant look and rushed towards the stairs, peering over the rail and covering her mouth with a perfectly manicured hand, "Oh my... he is here..." I caught her mumbling, seeming to be a strange reaction coming from the usually composed and cold persona Mistress always displayed.

    Before I could ask what she meant, she quickly composed herself and motioned me to follow her towards Majesty, which, to be honest, was the last place I'd wanted to be at the moment. Nonetheless, I quietly obeyed and was seated beside Majesty at the moment, Mistress herself sitting at a loveseat in front of us. She stared openly at Majesty, out of character from what Mistress usually taught me.

    I could also sense Majesty's eyes on me from time to time, and his growing discomfort from Mistress's intense and intimate gaze, and for some reason, it seemed to bother me just how much Mistress was staring at Majesty. I couldn't decipher the cause or motive, but I accidentally let my discomfort show with a silent rumbling in my chest, seeming to catch Majesty's and Mistress's attention.

    I immediately felt my face grow warm in seconds, clearing my throat, "I apologize, must have been the lunch I had in the jet earlier."

    Mistress nodded slowly, while I could hear muffled chuckles coming from Majesty. I wanted to punch his arm, but I knew that would be out of line, and Mistress would have my head. "So, Majesty," Mistress continued, " My name is Oshinawa Shin. I am the owner of this establishment where you are present. I also have an assistant who isn't present at the moment but will be introduced shortly after his return.

    "Do you have any questions, or may I proceed to the critical matter at hand?"

    I heard Majesty hum pensively, "Um, I do have a question; What is it exactly that I'm doing here in the first place?"

    My Mistress glanced at me, resulting in my eyes to divert to the ground before she began answering, "We have gone out of our way to rescue you from people that were planning on using your abilities in dangerous methods. I'd explain, but I think that would and should be a conversation in a more private environment-"

    "Wait a minute; What do you mean 'abilities'? As far as I'm concerned, I don't have any." Majesty answered, confused. I removed my eyes from the floor and stared at Mistress, who had gone from composed to shocked.

    "But, your eyes..."Mistress trailed off

    "What about my eyes?" Majesty questioned defensively.

    Instead of answering, Mistress whipped her head towards me and glared, "I'd like to speak to you in my study. Now." She spoke through gritted teeth.

    My face went pale, gulping hard before following to her study, only thinking of one thing as I saw her clenched fists and violet eyes turned black; I might not get Lu's present to her anytime soon.