Sell My Soul, Steal My Heart (Sir Pentious x Reader)

Chapter 8: Apologies and Melodies

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I shifted uncomfortably on the red sofa I was perched on, body feeling rather achy from face planting on the floor about twenty minutes ago. My cheek stinging with pain, and I could feel my lip begin to throb.

I skimmed my fingers over where Sir Pentious had touched me again, face still flared a bit hot.

My thoughts wandered to what he had said, how he had cared for me, the way his hands gently tended to my body.

I crossed my legs and facepalmed, running one hand through my unruly hair.

What was wrong with me?

"Wow, Miss Y/N, I think boss really likes you," piped up a small voice that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

I jumped in surprise, heart leaping out of my chest. Looking all around me, my eyes finally settling on an egg boi who had peeked his head from behind the sofa.

"Wha- wait, how long have you been here?" I asked bewilderedly as the egg scooted up onto the sofa and sat next to me. Taking a quick look at the number on the egg's back, it seemed to be none other than the infamous Twenty-Two.

"Oh, this whole time," replied the egg sweetly, oblivious to my embarrassment.

Ah, just kill me now.

"Oh, uh, well..." I muttered with a shrug, not knowing what to say to the small creature and deciding rather to anxiously ball up the loose fabric of my shirt than discuss the topic.

"Thank you for saving me earlier, miss, I really appreciate it," Twenty-Two continued, his small face donning a cute smile.

"No problem," I said with a small smile of my own, finally regaining at least a bit of my composure.

"You saved me too, you know. So I guess we can call it even," I jokingly continued with a wink as I leaned in and hugged the little egg.

Standing up and stretching my body, I tried to shake off my uneasy feelings and previous anxieties. I had a whole day to myself, and I decided that rather than moping around, I'd take advantage of it.

"Alright, Twenty-Two, we have a full day ahead of us. So, what do you do for fun?"

"Oh, that's an easy one. For fun, I help our boss with his turf wars!" exclaimed the egg as he jumped a bit from excitement.

"Ah, ok, but, that's what you do all the time, right? It's your job. I'm asking what you like to do on your own time when you have no work," I tried to explain as sweetly as I could.

"Now I understand," the egg exclaimed as if he just had an epiphany.

He stood in front of me for a few moments, apparently deep in thought as he pondered over the trivial question of what he liked to do in his spare time.

"I got it," Twenty-Two finally spoke up, "We should go and clean the bathroom! That's always fun!"

I facepalmed for the second time that day.

Realizing that I was getting nowhere with the egg, I instead opted for him to join me as I decided to roam the house to find something to do. Despite being here for days, I still hadn't explored the entirety of the large Victorian estate.