My Prince Derek

My Prince Derek Chapter 7: Closing in and Breaking out

The early morning sunrise woke me up spilling into my room, flooding my windows and walls with casts of light and colors. I secretly think they put my bed in front of the windows to wake me up. I stretch my arms over my head and hear my shoulder pop! I moan and rolled over to my stomach rubbing my shoulder when unexpectedly I hear a knock at my door.

I did not have even enough time to say come in when a little bobbing red head poke its head through the crack between the two doors. "Hey girl get up! You have to go help Derek; he has a very busy day today." Commanded Paris. I wanted to jump out of my bed and strangle her for touching Derek the way she did when she isn't even a mistress.

Yet she was to swift, and closed the door before I could get out of bed. I placed my feet onto the chilling marble floor, and made my way over to the deathly cold silver armoire. I opened the french doors and took out a white skirt hemmed above the knee, a hot pink corset, and a yellow v-neck cap sleeve shirt.

I got dressed in haste, and made my way to the vanity. I sat down at the backless stool that was placed before the vanity, and opened up the top drawer. All the make up brushes were lined up according to size. Bellow that the eye shadows, mascaras and eyeliners were put into a small bin, while concealer, foundation and blush were put into a different bin.

I took out a pale silver eye shadow and brushed it upon my eye, and put on black mascara and eyeliner. After looking at myself in the mirror a little longer I stood up from the stool and made my way over to the door.

I reached my door and looked down at the handle. I was unsure if I should wait here or leave; however, when my stomach growled I knew the answer automatically. I opened the door and stepped into the hallway; my door was heavy enough that it closed on its own after I walked through it. I turned to my left and made my way down the hallway. After making numerous turns and feeling as though I was walking around in circles, I finally made it to the kitchen.

I walked through the gray metal doors when I was ushered by one of the chefs to a island in the middle of the monochromatic white room. I pulled out a chair and sat down when that same little, perky chef placed a plate of eggs, and toast in front of me.

The chef was no taller than four feet, and she was thin with black curly short bobbed hair, and almond brown eyes. She wore a smile three feet long from ear to ear waiting for me to sample the food she placed in front of me. The little chef told me her name is Cecania, and to hurry and eat cause I needed to get to work.

I looked to her and then back down to my food, and I lifted the outer most fork and started with the firm sunny side up eggs. I lift the fork to my lips and slowly place the eggs in my mouth. A burst of flavor hit me like an angry bull. My eyes watered from the spices that were laced into the eggs. I opened my eyes and gave a thumbs up to Cecania.

Cecania smiled to me and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a red mug. She poured fresh orange juice into the mug and placed it in front of me. "Baby doll, you do not go well with the spice?" Cecania asked concerned.

"No, actually I do not go well with spicy foods. And where are you from?"

"Oh, me? Ya, I am from Germany of course. Do you know German?"

"Maybe just a little."

"Okay then I talk only in German to you?"

"Now your going to far!" I exclaimed into a fit of giggles. Cecania burst into a fit of giggles and went back to work. One plate of eggs and toast and eight glasses of orange juice later I exited the kitchen back through the metal doors. Only to see Kea getting yelled at by Derek. I rushed over to try and make Derek stop; however, when I got closer I heard them arguing about me.