Kaye:
"What is going on with you? Why are you so annoyed with ?" Kesha had been complaining ever since I got ho. It had been such a tiring day, and instead of letting relax, she started arguing with the minute I stepped inside.
"Can you just give a few minutes to be myself and be at peace?" I said, trying to walk past her. But she was so irritating, and she wouldn’t take a hint.
"After you tell —why am I not allowed in your room?" she asked, repeating the sa question she had already asked before.
Three days ago, on her first night in the mansion as my mate, I had told her clearly that she wasn’t allowed in my room. I think it surprised her, even though I’d explained that I wanted to take things slow and that we’d be staying in separate rooms. She agreed to the terms, but she never followed through on her side of the deal. And that’s what annoyed so much about her.
"I told you already. I want to take it slow," I said, trying to get past her. I don’t know how, but she ended up sneaking into my room the first night. I don’t rember anything after that. I just rember waking up on the couch with my neck bent all the way back, and it was so painful. She was in the bed, and I know for a fact that we didn’t have sex. We never did. But we did make out, and she was the one who started it. I didn’t really take part. I just rember feeling completely numb afterward.
And then it happened again the other night. She looked way too comfortable in the bed, and when I asked her how she got inside, she said I let her in. But I knew I didn’t.
"How slow are we talking about? It’s been three days, Kaye," she said, placing her hands on her waist. "And we’ve been dating for almost two years now. How slow do you think we should take these things? Are we talking baby steps, or more like a turtle walk?" she grunted.
I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. The only reason I had even accepted her was because Emt convinced it was for the greater good. So I walked away.
Once I reached the top floor, outside my room, I saw a maid returning from Helanie’s room with a tray full of juice, glasses, and fruit.
"She’s not hungry?" I asked the maid.
"No, actually, I think it’s because this was sent by Lady Darcy," she replied. It was crazy how everyone already knew my mother and Helanie didn’t get along. Honestly, I blad that on my mother. Helanie wasn’t the type to cause trouble. She was a calm and positive person. My mother, on the other hand, could argue with a wall—and win. I’ll give her that.
"Why is my mother sending her fruit?" I asked.
The maid just shrugged and walked away. That didn’t sit well with .
"We need to keep our eyes open," Ye said. "Now more than ever, Helanie needs protection."
When I walked into my room, I stood there, confused and uneasy.
"Why don’t I rember ever making out with Kesha? I just know we did," I asked Ye, placing my hands on my waist as I looked around the room.
"Sadly, I don’t rember either," Ye said. Of course it was sketchy.
"You know what," I said as I walked over to my closet and opened my safe. I had bought a few caras days ago but forgot to place them around the mansion. That was around the ti we were talking about missing footage.
Now, I was having second thoughts. I was planning to use the caras for myself.
So I started placing the caras all around my bedroom, making sure they were well hidden. I didn’t want anyone, especially my mother or Kesha, to know there were caras recording everything.
After everything was settled, I left the room just for appearances. At the sa ti, I went downstairs to make sothing for Helanie to eat since she refused to eat anything my mother had influenced, and I respected that. I thought Helanie was very alert and smart, and that was the quality I liked most about her. No one should do sothing just to please others. If she felt like she couldn’t trust Darcy, I was glad she returned the food.
As soon as I got to the kitchen, I noticed soone following . I knew who it was, so I didn’t even need to turn around to acknowledge her.
"If you were hungry, you should have told . There are so many maids, they would have made sothing for you," Kesha said, watching take out a raw steak.
I was preparing it for Helanie.
"What are you making?" she asked, smiling.
"I was thinking about making sothing high in protein for Helanie." As soon as I said that, her entire expression changed. She just stared at with a blank look.
"Did you just say that to with a straight face? Do you not realize how angry it makes when you say things like that? Why do you have to prepare food for Helanie?" She grimaced, making wonder if the news of her being pregnant had even reached her ears yet.
"And you do realize I get very angry when sobody tries to control . You already knew she is also my mate before you agreed to let mark you, so don’t act like you were caught off guard after it happened. You literally told it was fine," I began to remind her, because she would flip-flop so often.
"Oh, please, you don’t have to go into the details with . I know what you told , and I agreed to it, but that doesn’t an I agreed to not being jealous. Besides, when have you ever cooked for , huh? It’s not like she’s so special. She just acts special by being spoiled, and you all spoil her even more. Keep doing that. Once all this arrogance gets to her head, then I’ll ask how you feel when you can’t control her," she yapped in one breath, not even letting speak, even though I had sothing to tell her.
"Control her? Why would I want to control her? She’s her own person. She can make her own decisions. There’s no need for to control her. You get it? Now please leave alone," I said, quickly walking to the other side of the kitchen to grab so ingredients.
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