The Mistress//h.s

two - white room and red stains

Aurora

"Rora! You really took that damn job?" Kenan yelled at me as I applied mascara in the bathroom mirror.

I stopped mid stroke and turned to look at him as he was standing in the doorway, "Um, yeah. I didn't get interviewed for fun lil dude."

He rolled his eyes, "I have no one to hang out with, Rora! No fair."

"Call mom." I mumbled as I placed my mascara back in my make up drawer.

"I hate you." He scowled, throwing his hands in the air walking towards the living room.

I rolled my eyes and patted my middle finger around my lips to clean off some lip gloss. I puckered them while fixing my curly hair. I sighed and grabbed my phone stuffing it in my back pocket before walking out.

I walk towards the kitchen glancing over at Kenan draped over the arm of the couch making inhuman noises.

"Kenan really?" I chuckled swinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Shut up!" He yelled pointing a finger in my direction.

"Ok, ok. I love you though bubu. Gimme kisses." I smiled walking over to him.

He raised up sighing deeply before kissing my cheek, " I love you too."

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"Hi ? Mrs. Styles?" I asked a tall slim gorgeous lady as she opened the door to the address Mr. Styles sent to me.

"Mrs. Conan." She corrected, "He may be my husband but I love my own last name." She said with a straight face not even a side smile.

I nodded stepping over the threshold into the big house. I looked around scared to move further cause I didn't want to mess anything up. Everything was so put together and neat, I looked so out of place.

"So you're Aurora?" She asked looking me up and down

"Yes." I spoke messing with the strap of my bag.

"Hmm, unique name.. like the princess correct?" She asked squinting her eyes.

"Um, yeah." Why did she make me so nervous?

Her lips curled up in a small smile, but it wasn't very welcoming but I still smiled maybe I was just receiving the wrong vibe.

"Don't look like much of a princess to me." She chuckled.

My eyes widened at her comment and my jaw locked up, "Um, excuse me?"

"Is she here yet honey?" I heard Mr. Styles heavy voice coming from around one of those corners in front of me.

"Yes." She responded looking at me with a sweet smile.

I was about to ask her what she meant again but Mr. Styles came around the corner a suit covering his body and his hands messily trying to fix his tie. His brown curly hair was slicked back unlike when I first met him.

"Hey Aurora." Mr. Styles smiled at me briefly before looking back down the hall he just emerged from, "Kids!" He yelled.

All I hear is bickering and then a boy fell down by Mr. Styles' feet.

"Darcy!" Mr. Styles shouted into the hall helping the little boy up.

"He called me a whore dad." A soft voice said before a girl emerged with her arms crossed and her lips in a pout.

"Is that true jack?" Mr. Styles said sternly turning to the little boy.

"No!" he protested.

"Jack." Mr. Styles scowled.