Servant Pet

First male claimed

I had been minding my own business when this voice popped up and told me I had three months to live.

I am healthy. My life had been perfect.

Yep, as a homebody, who only had to work so I could be a semi-sloth in my free time my life was perfect.

Not a single complaint.

I worked as a receptionist at a decent company with okay pay. I wasn't starving; I had an apartment and clothes. If things got tough, I could go home and be a little rich girl, no-brainer, right?

heh.

Yet, this voice told me I had three months to live, I needed to sleep with six males and form bonds with them or I would die.

what the frick?!

What is this drama?

Heh.

So, I laughed while looking around. I mean, if someone tells you to explicitly become a slut, you would react the same way, right?

Cause I laughed like a total clown.

I really thought it was a joke until I died the first time. One moment I was alive, and the next, I was gone.

To make matters worse, it happened on Christmas, and I died again on my birthday three months later.

I felt clueless.

Lying in my own filth, struggling to breathe, I was desperate to grab the nearest man and ravish him for more time. Then, I was alive again, as if waking from a nightmare.

Knowing it was reality, I became frantic, wanting the nearest man. I didn't care about waiting for true love; I'd be dead by then. I needed to act fast.

But I had a little time, and I could afford to go some places to find a guy that at least would not hurt my eyes.

So here I was, dressed to attract the right man. My thick curls cascaded, my lips were painted red, and my makeup gave me an ethereal look.

At twenty-two, I had never approached a man before; it was always the other way around. But now, I had to muster my courage.

This is me being low-key desperate.

Inside, I was crying for my foster mother and my brothers.

Damn, what did I ever do people?

I never offended a soul, I tip the servers, never litter, not once have I cursed someone- er, to their face, nor was I disrespectful to my elders. So why?

This was a sad life. I thought I had five more years before desperation set in.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sexy voice asking, "Would you like a drink?" I froze and turned to see a tall man, a mini-giant, making my heart race.

[Compatible male.]

That voice echoed in my mind. I reluctantly nodded. "What are you drinking?" he asked, his voice scrambling my thoughts. I managed to respond evenly, thanks to my upbringing.

"A red wine. Slightly sweet is okay."

"Sweet? I know just the right one," he replied softly.

His voice was smooth like a cello. As he turned to order, I decided to look at him and wow, I have to admit he was also one of those male beauties.

The side profile of his face showed sharp cheekbones, a straight nose with a downward slope, and perfect chin were striking. hair swept back exposing a high forehead.