Emily
I woke up a little groggy the following day. I moved my legs but felt a twinge of pain. After our post-love/negotiation session, Zyair thought it would be good to finger me for two hours straight. The number of orgasms I had must've broken a record. Still, I'll admit, it felt good. Zyair accepted my request, while I got to enjoy some friendly pleasure. I've never felt that way before. It was different. And I am not some cutesy girl who has never heard of sex.
I'll leave that subject for now. I turn my head to see Zyair sleeping soundly. His hair was on his sleeping face as his eyebrows furrowed. I moved a few strands away from his face causing him to stir. I whispered a few words to ease his slumber. I didn't want to wake him up.
I removed his hand from my waist and moved out of the bed. He would be knocked out for a while, so I walked toward the closet. Last night, I brought some magic-style clothes with me. I teleported them into his closet. What can I say? I'm a bit of a lazy witch.
I grab a pair of denim shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and a black bra and panties. I also grabbed one of my old button-up dresses as well. The shower was going to be my comfort for the next 30 minutes. I locked the bathroom door and placed my clothes on the countertop. I undressed slowly, exhausted from last night. The steam from the shower covered the entire bathroom.
I grabbed my rag and scrubbed it with soap. The hot water streamed down my body as I scrubbed with the soap. As I said, it took 30 minutes...which was longer. My mind drifted back to last night. How his hands massaged my breasts and fiddled with my sex. It was out of this world. Zyair is my amore, and I want to give him the love he deserves. Maybe I will. So far, he's been nothing but kind to me. Maybe a little horny? Ok, a lot horny, but so am I. I need to get my feelings together. Yet another thing to talk to Theo about.
Once I finished my 30-minute shower, turn into a one-hour and thirty-minute shower, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around me. I dry myself off, then lather myself with extra moisture lotion. Leave it to me to get eczema. I've been using my powers to suppress the itching pain.
Hey, when you're a witch, you use every possibility to cure the annoying itching.
Anyway, after I'm lotioned, I add some deodorant and finally put on my clothes. I put on my buttoned dress over my shorts and shirt without actually buttoning it. It was more of a jacket or vest than a dress. Once finished, I popped my shoes on with a flick of my wrist.
I placed my dirty clothes in the laundry basket and then left the bathroom after unlocking it. Zyair was still asleep on the bed. I walked up to his sleeping face. He is so handsome. I lean down and kiss his cheek. "Sweet dreams," I whispered.
I walked out of the room, carefully closing the door behind me. My sneakers tapped against the hardwood floor as I headed to the kitchen. I saw Justin in the kitchen, and he greeted me with a smile. "Good morning, Miss Emily," he smiled.
"Hello, Justin," I replied. "I don't want anything for breakfast. I'm going to be heading out. And yes, Zyair knows."
He chuckled. "I figured. Last night, he gave me the order to have Pete bring the car around and be your bodyguard. Not me, Pete. I'm far too old to protect a beauty such as yourself."
"But it seems you're still quite the charmer and the looker," I winked.
Justin snorted. "You honor me, princess."
"Please, the honor is mine. I'll see you later," I waved, leaving the apartment.
I took the elevator all the way down to the ground floor. If there is one thing rich people and royalty can't get enough of, everything has to be on the top. Leave it to Zyair to live on the 20th floor. The apartment building was grand, and when I say grand, I mean grand. The floors were so shiny you could see yourself through them. I was still in the elevator!
DING!
When those doors opened, I wondered if I was in a mirror maze. I could see my reflection in everything. The floor, coffee tables, the flower vases, the doors, and the counters! I'm shocked the people aren't reflective. Though the amount of makeup some of them wear, you couldn't even tell how old they are.
My feet were careful not to disrupt the clean floor. The lobby had a lot of chairs and couches, and the staff was very well-dressed. I didn't want to stop and look at everything. I'll see this every day when Zyair takes me back to his home. I finally made it outside and took a deep sigh of relief. In front of me was Pete holding the car open for me. I smiled at him.
"Thank you," I said, entering the car and putting on my seatbelt.
"It's my job, Miss," he said, closing the car door.
He came around and sat in the driver's seat. I asked if he knew where the university was, and he nodded. I then left the directions and drove to him.
I looked out at the passing cars, buildings, and people. In a short amount of time, my life has changed. I've been overthinking, but I can't help it. I'm the Magus heir, my trials could come at any second, and I'm mated to the third Lycan prince! I know I've been preparing for the Magus thing, but having it happen...My anxiety is getting to me. It's like those pop quizzes in school. Not knowing when they'll come, not knowing when you'll pass. It's annoying!
I breathed out a puff of air, which accidentally turned into an ice breath. Which ended up freezing the driver’s seat.
"Oops," I whispered. “Sorry, Pete.”
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