Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 1: Morning with Cole

Sarah's POV

I open my eyes and sit up in the Alaska king sized bed, the purple silk sheets and purple comforter feel soft on my body, the windows are covered by the black curtains, the thermostat and the security panel is in plain view on the white walls, I pull the comforter and sheets off me and climb out of the bed, my feet touch the soft carpet. I run my hand along the purple leather couch, and smile walking past the black table in the middle of the floor, I shrug my shoulders and push over the grey lamp, Did I do that?" I giggle to myself. I turn my attention to the brick masonry in the middle of the room with a TV built inside and a mantel with a fireplace underneath the mantel at the bottom of it, the TV is on and is showing the local Liberty Falls news, and the fireplace isn't on at the moment. On the other side of the masonry is my makeup station, filled with every and any makeup that you can possibility imagine. I keep walking passing the top of a spiral staircase that leads downstairs and head into the bathroom. The bathroom walls are white, a glass shower is to the right of me, across the shower is a sink that lights up at night, and above the sink is one of the most beautiful large mirrors I have ever seen. I hop into the shower, I close my eyes and my mind is flooded with thoughts of my Booky, the way his eyes burn with desire as he watches me, the growls and purrs that quietly leave his lips, the way he pulls me close to so I can't go anywhere, and the smell of the intoxicating aroma of his cologne. I grab my purple shower sponge applying my vanilla body wash, and ever go gently I start washing my body humming a song that is stuck in my head. Once I rinse off the body wash I pick up my coconut shampoo and conditioner, slowly I pour it into my hands, and I run my fingers through my hair making sure to get every inch of my hair that is on my head, a cute but wicked grin comes across my lips as I rinse out the shampoo and conditioner and turn off the water. I step out of the shower wrapping a towel around myself, I sigh walking to the double doors that lead to my massive walk in closet, I open the doors and walk in. The first floor belongs to my Booky, as for the second floor that belongs to me. I make my way up the staircase and come to a marble dresser. Opening the drawers, I pull out black lace panties, my favorite red bra with a black back, and ankle socks, and after I place those items on the top of the dresser I look at the billion outfits I own trying to figure out what I should wear. It feels like hours have gone by but I finally make up my mind, I drop my towel and slip on my panties, hooking the front of my bra, and put on my ankle socks. I slowly put on my black V neck sleeveless dress that falls perfectly above my knees, with spaghetti straps, adjustable lace-up ties on the lower back, and cut out back criss cross. Once I am dressed I walk down the stairs, out of the closet closing the doors behind me, out of the bathroom, and sits down in my makeup station chair. I choose to leave my shoulder length blonde hair down and just brush it out, after brushing my hair I apply my Russian red lipstick, and put on some mascara. Satisfied with the way I look I head down the spiral staircase only to run into something hard, "Well, Hello Ms. Good." The man laughs, he stands about 5 foot 11, is very muscular but not too muscular, his honey blonde hair in its usual style, his left eye is half brown half blue and his right eye is completely blue, he is wearing a black shirt, black fingerless gloves on both hands, a pair of black jeans, and black combat boots on his feet. "Hello Cole." I say blowing a piece of my hair out of my face, his name is Cole Anderson, and he is my personal bodyguard. Cole's job is to keep me an eye on me always, and if he doesn't he will be taken care of by Thomas personally. "Where is Thomas?" I ask putting my hair back the way it was, "Mr. Davenport has important business to take care today, and most likely will be out the rest of the day." Hear this makes my happy mood go to a sad mood, "Of course he does." I stand back up pushing past Cole as I head into the living room. "He is expecting you at the club tonight." I don't turn around but I nod my head letting Cole I heard him and I understand. I jump over the back of the couch flopping onto the comfy cushions, grabbing the remote off the glass table, and turning on the TV. "Good morning I am Margret Homes." The lady turns to the man sitting next to her, "And I am Joshua Morris, we interrupt your usual scheduled programming with breaking news." As soon as the man finishes the woman starts talking again, "A massacre at the local courthouse as left the town in a state of panic." A picture of the courthouse comes up, and it was surrounded by police, firefighters, and ambulance. "We now live to Miranda Young who is live at the scene." Miranda is quite for a moment before she starts talking. "Thank you Margert, just a few hours ago what started out as just a normal trial turned deadly, now we are still not sure what exactly happened inside, but what I can report to you is that as of right now 14 people are dead and 5 are in critical condition, I am attempting to get a word with a police officer as we speak." I had this feeling deep down in my stomach that I knew who might have caused this, I turn my head and look at Cole, and Cole avoids eye contact with me which gives me all the information I need to know. "Okay, thank you Miranda, and we will keep you posted as new information comes in as this horrify event still unfolds. "I shut off the TV not wanting to hear anyone bash Thomas. I get off the couch and head for the front door. "And where do you think you are going?" Cole asks putting his hand on the door, "I am going shopping. Is that alright with you?" I ask looking up at him, and Cole gives me a look that I have seen a thousand or more times. "Wait here while I get my jacket." Cole walks away as I huff in frustration and grab my purse out of the hallway closet. Just as I swing my purse over my shoulder I see Cole put on his jacket pulling the hood up over his head, "Cole, I am more than capable of taking care of myself." I see him roll his eyes, "I am very aware of that, but I am under strict orders not to let you out of mu sight." This is one of the biggest problems I have with Thomas, he always has to make sure that someone has their eyes on me at all times. "Fine, but Cole, try not to get too close this time." Cole nods his head as we walk out of the massive house. As he is locking the front door I walk into the garage that is almost as big as our bedroom, "So, which car would you like to take today?" I look at each of the ten cars that were in the garage, I had to think of what would be the best car to take to the mall, and I suddenly notice one of the cars is missing. "Cole, where is Necromancer?" Thomas's pitch black McLaren P1 LM was not in its usual place, "Mr. Davenport needed it this morning." That is all Cole says about the subject. I finally pick the car I want to take, "We can take Clover." This is the name for the green and black Bugatti Chiron, "Very well." Cole walks over opening the back seat door for me, "Such a gentleman." I giggle before stepping into the car. Cole walks around to the driver side getting into the car, "Do you have your credit card?" He looks at me through the mirror, and I smile a crazy sweet smile and laugh, "No, I have something way better." I see Cole raises an eyebrow at me. I pull out a black credit card out of my purse, "I have Thomas's card." Cole let's out a little laugh before he starts the car and we head off to the mall.