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SERAPHINAS POV

I WAS IN BED as there was no human being next to me.

I was in the room that Hayden has assigned me too. It was an odd room with a weird feeling. The feeling was there were many others in here once before. Pleasuring him as he pleases.

My heart was racing as I felt footsteps walk towards the birch wood door. I quickly fell back
asleep like a little child who fakes sleeping so the parent would not bother them.

This is different.

"Are you awake Seraphina?" I heard Hayden's voice speak up as the door knob ringed quietly as he pushed the door all the way against the wall.

I cannot say I am...but at the same time I cannot say I am not awake.

"Yes." The covers were taken off my face as he dead on stared at me. His blue eyes staring into my eyes as his hair was floppy and a small smile on his face.

"How do you like your eggs?" Was the only question he asked me as the smile on his face was images in my own head and he was actually sitting there with a straight face looking deep into my soul.

"Scrambled and dry."

Hayden nodded as his eyes kept staring into mine and our breaths got heavier and slower.

Weight was released from the bed as he got
up leaving without closing the door meaning I had to get up.

I quickly stand up realizing that I am naked. I look into the long mirror looking at my body.

I guess I am the average women. 5"4 and 130 pounds. My body made me cringe as I observed my long torso and short legs as I sighed.

Insecurity was a trick of the mind. Your eyes deceive you. Your own eyes show you thar you are not perfect and it made me cringe at every inch around every curve of my body.

A ring came from my bag as I looked over. I quickly put back on my undergarments and Hayden's shirt that he left here.

The ringing continued as I answered it and I saw it was coming from my mother.

"Mom, hi." I soothes through the phone as I pressed the answer button.

My mother was not answering at first and It seemed like she was crying.

"Your father. H-hes dead."

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