elusive love || s. mendes

five

i wake up before shawn. silently, i peel my eyes open to see his chest rising up and down. whose hands are—i immediately sit up from my bed, shawn's hands drop from my breasts, and down to his side. a scarlet begins creeping on my cheeks, i laugh quietly. shaking my head, i stand up from the warmed covers from our body heat.

shawn stirs a bit in his slumber, but he came back to his la-la land. tip toeing to my door, i close it gently, and walk downstairs to his kitchen. i see people running around, from maids to chefs. my eyes widen, they all stop and stare at me.

"oh my- uh, well,"

i nervously say. they all wait for me to finish, their backs straight, and hands behind their backs. so strict..

"guys, relax. i just woke up and wanted to find the bathroom. but is it alright if i help make breakfast for mr. mendes?"

they all nod instantly to my request. i smile gently, they slightly breathe a few relieved breaths. which, quite frankly, saddens me. shawn must push them to a limit, or must treat them like slaves. i see one maid speak up.

"good morning mrs. mendes! the bathroom is down the hall to your right, it has a tag next to it so i'm sure you will find it mrs. mendes."

she politely greets me, smiling brightly. she has a deep auburn hair color. her eyes were green, and her skin tone was quite pale. she kinda reminded me of poison-ivy. but by far, she was beautiful.

"thank you,"

i look down to her name tag. lily.

"lily."

"of course mrs. mendes."

she curtsies. scurrying off to the kitchen once again. before i could respond. i pout, walking down the hall, and finding the bathroom. i do my business since i already brushed my teeth upstairs and washed my face.

what's weird is that shawn knew everything about me and the things i needed or often bought. he placed all of those items in his mansion. a.k.a here. i wash my hands and towel dried them, i smell the scent of fresh cooked bacon. my stomach grumbles as i see three chefs quickly preparing breakfast.

i giggle, as everyone sees me and greets me.

"good morning mrs. mendes!"

"good morning mrs. mendes."

"good morning mrs. mendes!"

i whip my head around everywhere i go, seeing multiple people greet me. i nod my head to everyone, and by the time the greetings stopped, my head felt a bit dizzy. i take a seat in front of the chefs, eyeing each of them. they, not once, flinched at my intense gaze. i'm glad they didn't.

"what are you all preparing, if i may ask?"

they all continue cooking. the first chef to my far left spoke up.

"ah, mrs. mendes. i am cooking the pancakes, and waffles. as well as the sweets in our breakfast."

i nod. seeing his name tag, xavier. the middle one spoke up next.

"and i, mrs. mendes, am cooking all the meats. the sausages, the bacon, etc."

he finishes. he looks up to me for a brief second, smiling a handsome smile. i smile back, he blushes a deep crimson, making me giggle. and finally, the far right chef began to speak.

"mrs. mendes, i am preparing all the extras. such as eggs, toast, french toast, bagels, etc. anything you'd like to add?"

i read all their name tags. xavier, alexander, and damien. he smiled a toothy smile as did the first chef. why are they all so attractive? everyone here looks like royalty while i sit here looking like a sack of potatoes.

"well, i am not nit-picky, so do as you please. i insist since i'm sure whatever you all make will be exquisite. but i'd love a cheese omelette, french toast with syrup, over easy eggs, and a glass of orange juice."

that was the usual i got from my local café. the café i attended too cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner depending what time it was during the day. it was my all time favorite place to eat out at. usually, i'd go with shawn. they all dropped what they were doing and looked at each other challengingly. they began cooking different things at a quick pace.

i gasp at their sudden movement. i feel two muscular arms wrap around my waist, the vanilla scent filling my bacon scented nostrils.

"good morning, paulina."

shawn kisses my cheek. i roll my eyes, shrugging off his embrace. he pouts. i wanted to make him breakfast but now thinking of it, i'll just be a cold hearted bitch as usual. arranged marriage, fake friendship, betrayal. sickened me. i sat at the dining table, shawn tagging along beside me.

he takes a seat across from me, smiling big.

"good morning your royal highness!"

the entire staff greeted him in unison. he nodded. i see multiple chefs come from inside the kitchen laying out many dishes of breakfast. their was a pretty long table with white doily lacing table cloth. i see many delicious breakfast meals to choose from, my eyes bulged out.

i turned to look at shawn, his face impassive.

"this is what you go through every single morning?"

i question, he nods his head. as if this was all normal. i see xavier running to me with a plate full of food. i smile a toothy smile, FOOD. he sees me burst with happiness as he places the plate in front of me, chuckling.

it had everything i asked for along with orange juice he placed beside my dish. he also placed a silver pitcher full of orange juice. he bowed, as i nodded. shawn grew jealous, his eyebrows furrowing.

"what is this?"

i see my utensils and pick them up. i begin cutting my eggs, eating them one by one.

"what is what?"

i giggle. i swear i could have seen shawn's ears bursting out steam. he grits his teeth.

"what's with you and my chef?"

"you mean xavier? you don't even know their names shawn. they're kind people who are amazing at their jobs. they deserve recognition at least every once in a while."

i moan at the taste of my breakfast. shawn looks deep in thought. i eye xavier, the jet black haired, tan, blue eyed, handsome young man. flipping eggs and laughing with other chefs. shawn see's me eyeing him and growls.

"stop staring at him, paulina. you only have eyes for me, and only me."