He owned Me [Completed]

5: Your shadow

This book is merely for the sake of entertainment at the request of one of my beloved readers. I do not agree with how the character behaves in this book.

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Saya flipped her recently dyed ombre hair back striding the aisle of the grocery shop like a show stopper walking on a ramp in her Jimmy choo. Everyone including the elderly and children had stopped in their tracks to marvel at the girl in a black crop top and skinny jeans who looked like she stepped out of their fantasy.

Saya halted in front of a little boy and lowered her shades down to give him a wink. The kid dropped backward holding his chest like he had been shot by the cupid's arrow. Giggling at his reaction she adjusted her shades back and headed to the counter for checking out.

The young lad behind the counter was completely flustered in the presence of beauty that he had only heard in tales. With shaking hands, he scanned the items she placed on the counter

"Miss...I need to check your ID" blushing heavily the guy stuttered asking for her id to approve the purchasing of liquors.

"Sure" she handed over her card feeling excited to show off her new id. It was the only reason she had bought some cheap booze even though she had a minibar filled with exquisite and expensive liquor from all over the world back in her new apartment.

The guy looked shocked maybe because she looked a lot younger than her actual age. When the guy returned back her id, she overlooked the shift in his demeanour from giddy to tense.

"Please let us escort you," the cashier requested and even called a few employees to help her with her shopping bags. Saya happily followed them unaware that the special treatment she was getting wasn't because of her look but the color of her ID which signified that she was a member of the Kimeron Family.

She was dropped to her doorstep and when she tried to tip them they refused, expressing that it was their pleasure to help her. Confused by their statement, Saya entered her apartment but didn't dwell on it for long as she had better things to do.

Today was the day that would mark the beginning of her journey to become self-sufficient. She would take up her responsibility and started living for herself and her first task as an independent individual was to learn how to cook.

Taking the bags, she rushed inside her kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast using a youtube tutorial.

"Okay then" she tied her hair into a messy bun and placed the pan on the flat stove.

"First eggs" Taking an egg she attempted to crack it but ended up squashing it completely.

"Shit!!" She exclaimed rubbing her palm on the kitchen slab to get rid of the stickiness. Leaving the broken egg as it is, she took another one and went as gently as possible to perfectly break the egg and drop it into the frying pan.

"YES" she slightly jumped in glee however, the pan was way too hot and the egg crackled and burned way quicker than her brain could process.

"Again" throwing the burnt egg away she tried again and again until she could finally fry an egg properly. She proceeded to cut some fresh veggies and toast the bread. When she was done assembling the sandwich by stuffing it with extra cheese, her kitchen was a complete mess and her stomach was growling in hunger.

She sliced the bread into a two-piece and took a bite of the first meal she had ever prepared in her life. Her eyes welled up and though the generous amount of ketchup she had applied dripped over her top, she was never so proud of herself.