The Adventurous Chronicles of Goldilocks

Chapter 3

I love this song and I hope you do too. <3

The buzz of the vacuum vibrated my arm slightly as I dance around the carpet singing.

Since I rarely have time alone I indulge in times where I clean rooms on my own.

My hips sway to their own acord as I
bend down to turn off the vacuum.

The sudden clap of hands made me jump, and I'm face to face with the handsome devil himself.

Leaning against the wall with a smirk, hands clasped together is the one and only Sir Alexandre.

"Quite a show miss Athena, I might even hire you as a private dancer if you keep doing that little sway thing." he said pointing and twirling his finger towards me.

My cheeks burn, and I have to pinch myself, to make sure I'm not dreaming.

His eyes linger on my embarrassingly red cheeks. Walking towards me, I keep eye contact, staring into his blue orbs, that seemed to have a michevious spark in them.

"how long have you been watching?" I question, eyeing him warrily.

"Does it matter?" he asked stopping in front of me, smiling cheekily.

"Well maybe I should've become an exotic dancer instead of working here. " I mumble, getting a cheeky grin of my own. His eyes seem to darken, stopping in front of me.

His sudden change of mood satisfied me, making me itch to push my luck further.

I inch my face closer, keeping eye contact, his silence only pushed me further.

His lips looked inviting, but I'm not giving in to this game I've seem to have started playing.

My eyes flickered to his lips, licking my own.

I scoot past him, breaking eye contact.

"That would be it Sir Alexandre, anything else I can do before I depart?" his back was still turned to me, his hands clenched to his sides in fists.

I must say, he's easy, he responded the way I wanted him to.

He waved his hand signaling a "no" without looking at me.

I hurriedly made my way out with my cleaning cart giggling. If he was gonna be a cheeky bastard, might aswell act the same way.

Two can play that game  Sir Alexandre.

~*

It was already dinner time, the sun was setting in beautiful oranges and purples over the hill, and the full moon was making an appearance.

We were already preparing the feast, tonight was the full moon feast, where most of the villagers stayed in the safety of their cottages, us here in the Chateau had to prepare different kinds of meats raw and cooked to be served.

No one really questioned this strange preperation, because it was an annual thing to do this time of the month.

We usually retire early aswell, giving me more time for myself.

I wanted to sketch, my fingers were itching to draw.

I took my sketchbook from my dresser, and sat at my usual place next to my window, that over looked the garden and the dence forest.

My hand glided effortlessly, as I sketch his jaw, neck and hair, and his perfect plump lips.

He truly is handsome, and his smell still lingered, somehow, I'm intoxicated.

His hair looked soft, lush like the starry sky above.

A howl in the distance snapped me out of my thoughts as I direct my view to the dence woods. Wolves.

They were feared by the villagers, but to me they are mesmerizing.

I hunch closer hoping I could spot one.

Just as I was about to give up, I spot yellow eyes, looking up into the Chateau. My breath hitched.

It felt like it was looking into my window, staring directly at me. It blended into the darkness of the woods, but the yellow eyes stood out like the moon.

I felt entranced, I couldn't look away.

The wolf then took a few steps into the moonlight, giving me a better view of it. It was black, and large, larger then the average wolf.

My sketchbook fell, waking me from the trance. Looking up it was gone.

I immediately got my charcoal and started sketching the wolf. Trying to remember every inch of what I saw.
My eyes felt droopy  as I stare at my sketch, and soon I fell into the abyss called sleep.

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