Once Upon A Mission

Chapter Seven - Boss

I groaned, slapping away whatever was constantly poking my cheek. I was just having a dream about the hottest man waking me up. Scratching under my chin with my eyes still glued shut I pulled the pillow I was hugging tighter to my chest.

"Amehlya... Amehlya..." A deep, husky voice whispered.

Wait, I knew that voice!

I forced my eyes open and shot up as fast as I could, it made my vision spin for a while.

"Oooh. Don't be so excited, babe." The voice said in a cocky tone, making me look straight where it was coming from.

There he was on the edge of my bed. In all his sports outfit glory. Wearing a dry fit grey shirt that hugged the indention of his defined stomach and arms very well. And let's talk about those black sweat pants! I mean how can something be so deliciously fit but effortlessly loose at the same time? I kept an irritated façade, hoping he hasn't noticed my mild eye raping of his body. Let me just say... I blame the hormones!

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Get up and come down stairs for breakfast. Today, your first training starts." He said, flashing an amused smile.

He looked so hot. Damn it!

I groaned out. "Isn't it too early for that?"

He raised a brow. "I was trying to wake you up for the past thirty minutes."

"Maybe shaking me awake is better than poking my cheek annoyingly, right?" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't have time for your arguments. I am a very busy man. And you just wasted so much of my time that I will never get back."

"Why didn't you ask one of your maids to wake me up then?" I decided to waste more of his 'precious' time.

He looked guilty, somehow. He ignored my statement and started walking away. "I'm giving you ten minutes." The door clicked shut.

I sighed, forced my ass up and walked like a zombie towards the closet. I walked into the connecting door to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and disposed them in a laundry basket. I smiled happily, looking at the inviting shower. I took a quick shower enjoying the warm water trickling down my body, soothing my almost healed wounds. The pain I felt on my skin made me remember but it just proved to me that I was finally free. Most the markings were long gone. Even the bruises were all gone. I guess my body just learned to heal itself faster now. No one would even notice I was ever a victim of child abuse. I smiled in contentment, I was free.

I had numerous shower gels and body washes to choose from. All of which are yet again unaffordable by me.

I turned the knob, shutting off the water supply. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around my body. There was a hair dryer attached to the wall, I made use of that and then proceeded on brushing my hair.

I went back to the closet afterwards and picked out a training outfit. I found a turquoise sports bra that had some pairing undies. I wore that for underwear then wore some black spandex yoga pants that covered my stomach up to my belly button and paired that with some turquoise training shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror, satisfied. I kinda felt self conscious and debated weather to wear a shirt or not. But this was training! So I guess I'm just gonna pull a black wind breaker on top. And then remove it when it's time for training.