HIS PERSONAL MAID book 1 (completed)IN LOVE AGAIN

Chapter 1: THE Collition

Carla's pov

Standing before my pink designer mirror, A smile flickered across my face as I took the time to recheck my outfit. My coffee-brown hair is parked nearly in two ponytails, dropping below my shoulders. I was groomed in black cargo pants, and a black hoodie slightly split at my chest making a 'V' shape and revealing the cyan strapless shirt I'm wearing inside. Okay with my outfit, I scrambled towards my shoe racks, slide out a black Lita boot then slipped my feet into them. If you notice, black is my favorite color.

Ready to go, I reach out for my backpack on the dresser and walked out of my room. Hey, I'm not some high school student okay I just love backpacks cause tallying up with my usual black grooming makes me look like those typical American female thugs.
Unfortunately, I'm not. maybe a little sassy.

The moment I opened my door, I was met with my puppy wriggling its tail at me, I grinned and then stoop low to carry it into my arms, playing with it till I arrive in the living room.

I walked into my family reclining at the big round dining table. My presence made them shun whatever they were saying and their eyes fixated on me staring at me without blinking. Not all of them though, Lisa is exempted; she continued eating her food carefree.

"Carla how come you woke up so early today?" I had quite anticipated that question from mum the moment I joined them at the table. And don't be surprised why they are so bemused about me being up early, the thing is I'm not the morning type. I've got an abnormal sleeping routine. I usually sleep for an extra 2 to 3 hours in the morning other than the normal sleeping hour.

"C'mon mom you know I told you about the job I'll be checking on, do you seriously think I'll throw it away for any reason??" I swear it took all in me not to throw off my alarm and continue snoring.

Dishing out three spoonfuls of rice into my bowl, I dug in and started eating.

"You know what Carla..." MonaLisa my kid sister started with a mouth full. "That story of yours is becoming boring, you should change it. It's not about checking on the job is about you being able to remain in the job." She snapped at me as if she was now riding on a chicken.

I know I've lost about 5 jobs in a roll for the past few weeks all glory to my temper and I guess that's the aspect Lisa is yet to understand about me. For someone who had been with me for 17 years she should know 'Tolerance'  and 'me' don't fit in the same sentence, I freaky can't control my temper and I could shove this fork into her mouth right now to shut her up.

I didn't bother saying a word until I was done eating and being a foodie it doesn't take quite long for me to clear my plate.

Rising to my feet, I grip Mona Lisa's plate of bulgogi (marinated beef barbecue) and before her little brain could comprehend it, I was already heading out.

"Hey bring back my food.." she hurls from behind but that's her problem.

"I guess you are eating too much maybe that's what is affecting your brains.." I yelled back.

I trashed  the food in the waste bin the moment I got to the balcony then
Headed for where I had parked my scooter. I gently placed jimmy-my cute puppy into the basket attached to my scooter.

Making sure jimmy was curled safe in the basket, I hop on my scooter and zoom off.

I was paddling my scooter along the road, dancing and humming dynamite by bts.  you are probably wondering how I can dance and focus on the road at the same time well that's the magic music does to me. I go out of control anytime I'm singing or humming a song by my favorite Kpop band, Bts. And right now even though I'm hopping and acting crazy like  A puppet on a string I'm pretty sure I ain't disturbing anyone but not until one crazy hell of a driver decided to go out of the lane and almost hit me.

Keyword- Almost!  cause it didn't hit me but slightly graze my scooter and with the sudden force of it, I let myself somersaults  so   hard on the floor

A sharp pain shot through all my joints but I was only reaching out, for one thing, my puppy. With my Eyes rotating around, I spotted Jimin jiggling over the road.
I jumped up like a stag in an attempt to go rescue it from the road but I wasn't that fast as I watch a vehicle crash it.
My Jimin

"Jimin!!" I screeched and in one swift move, I ran to where it lay. Blood is now oozing out of his head, his Snow White hairy skin a dark shade of pink.

Sitting on The floor, I took it into my arms cuddling it if that will hinder him from dying but my expectation is betrayed as his eyes were slowly shutting down. Tears blurred my vision, and watching my innocent puppy die right in my arms is what I never bargained for. I know a day like this will come when Jimin will probably get tired of living and sleeping forever but not in this form. You may think I'm taking this too far by wailing over an animal but Jimin has been with me for over a year now and as such, I consider him a brother.

"Hey you miss.. are you seeking a death wish?" A masculine voice jolts me up and I look up to see a tall guy clad in a black tux standing right before me. His chocolate brown eyes leered down at me. Seeing him standing beside the black SUV, something in my gut told me he was the one who had crushed my Jimin.

The sadness on my face transformed into rage. Anger for this incompetent Demi god standing before me now.

"So you are seriously asking me that after what you did to my poppy with this car of yours that looks like a rejected sacrifice??" I yelled and he furrow his neatly shaped eyelid, his chiseled jaw clenched tight. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

" you have to replace my puppy whether you like it or not or else.." I snap while cuddling my dead puppy.

"Or else what?" He cut me off,  shoveling his hand dip in his pocket as he drew closer to me and that's when his intimidating height became obvious. He was towering over me and it felt as though I'm standing before a skyscraper.

Before I could think about my next action, I had already thrown Jimin  at his face "or else that." I yelled at him.
Jimin's blood painted his cute face or rather messes it up.
The rate at which his cute chocolate eyes had turned into fire, seems like magic. His Aura reminds me of a roaring lion seeking to devour someone, I opened my mouth to say something but my lips trembled as my inner confidence betrayed me. I get it,  his Angry version suddenly got me scared and right now I'm wishing the ground will open up.

As he took a long stride closer to me, my heart pounded threatening to burst forth from my ribcage.

I froze, for a while staring at his firebrick eyes. I could see ghosts of vehicles flashing around me but I ain't hearing any sound. Everywhere was like a graveyard and his silence was eating me up.

"You know what... if I were You, I'll run away from someone like me.." came his deep husky voice in a serene tone yet lacing with So much venom. "don't let me set my eyes on you for the second time.. or else I'm not Dawson ." He whispered into my face.

Gathering all the courage in the world, I glumped twice and then tried to fake a fearless facade.

"To..." My palms were stained with blood and needed to be cleaned so I didn't know where I got the crazy idea from, but I found myself placing my palms right on his chest. "hell with you Dawson, you killed my puppy now we are even." With Each word I spoke, I rubbed my palms on his white shirt and while my palms were now clean, his white shirt was a mess. Well judge me all you want but that isn't even enough to pay for the life he took.

I didn't let him say any more words as I raced to pick my scooter from the floor I don't know how I did it but in one second I'm already on the highway.