The Alpha's True Love

A Morning Snack

My alarm rang way sooner than I'd hoped it would. It didn't help that I'd stayed up until midnight the night before. Slapping my hand down on top of the alarm, I stopped the infernal screeching. I squinted at the clock face, my eyes refusing to unblur. 5:30 am.

Rolling back onto my pillow, I groaned. I counted down in my head. 3, 2, 1, GET UP! And I did. I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. Even though the queen-sized bed gave me room to move around and take up space, I'd remained on the right side of the bed all night, barely moving.

I stiffly got up and made my way to the bathroom, relieving my full bladder and starting my shower. When the water was warm enough, I stepped under the hot spray and allowed the water to heat my cold body through. 

I'd slept fitfully all night. My nerves were in overdrive as I considered everything that could go wrong on my first day on the job. I always dreaded meeting a new client and finding that they did not like me, or outright told me to not come back. I would always come back for a second visit, as I was instructed to do so by my employer. 

Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I made sure all soap was off my body before stepping out of the shower and toweling off. Looking at myself in the mirror, I attempted a smile. I looked exhausted. Grabbing my makeup bag, I pulled out concealer, mascara, blush, and a brown eyebrow pencil. I quickly applied two streaks of concealer below my eyes and blended it in, then swept a generous amount of blush on each cheekbone, knowing the vibrant color would fade down soon enough. I brushed two coats of mascara on my lashes and filled in the sparse areas of my eyebrows. The last step was to draw a thin line extending from the outside corner of each eye. This was my lazy attempt at a wing. Taking one cursory look at my face, I called it good enough. 

Exiting the bathroom, I entered my closet and dug through the barely filled rack until I pulled out a black turtleneck tank top. I tugged on the shirt as I felt around for my go-to pair of cropped houndstooth dress slacks. I quickly pulled on the pants before slipping into a pair of white sneakers. I know what you're thinking- uck, she's trying to be trendy. No, actually, I'm trying to prevent terrible foot pain later on in life. I already have foot pain as it is. The reason I chose my white sneakers is that they match nicely with the black and white aesthetic I had going on today.

Going back into the bathroom, I combed my fingers through my hair and started twisting back the damp strands into a twisted bun. I pinned down the tresses, making sure they held well. 

My last step before heading downstairs for breakfast was putting on my usual pair of silver hoops. I preferred silver to gold. And real silver over fake any day. The hoops were a graduation present from my parents. In one of the boxes of stuff that Gloria drove off with, I had a simple but elegant silver and diamond necklace from my great-grandmother. I wouldn't have brought it normally, but Gloria had made mention of a fancy gala in Portland that she and the rest of her employees would be attending during my time in Oregon.

Grabbing my phone, workbag, and a black cardigan, I stepped out of my room. I considered locking the door but decided against it. Who would purposely enter my room?

Going downstairs, I peeked into the dining hall. No one was in there and it did not look set up for breakfast. Going to the kitchen, I stepped in to find Cook and four other women hastily chopping vegetables, scrambling eggs, and flipping pancakes onto an already growing pile of fluffy brown discs.

I paused at the door. Maybe I should just stay out of their way. My stomach growled in protest. I did need breakfast though. Before I could turn around, Cook caught sight of me.

"Come in Miss," she beckoned. Following her wishes, I stepped up to the island in the middle of the kitchen. I examined the kitchen. It was very spacious. The cabinetry and flooring were a light almond color. There were two huge sinks for dishes, a washer, and an assortment of kitchen appliances. The fridge was massive. The Walkers could afford it I'm sure.