Master

Chapter Seventeen

My eyes opened to the light of the rising sun shining through the window. The night's events came rushing back to me.

Kyungsoo. He had visited me last night. I prayed that what happened was just some twisted dream that I had, but it wasn't. It was real.

I knew Baekhyun would want to be with me that night after our wedding. Would he notice that I wasn't a virgin anymore? If he found out, both Kyungsoo and I would be good as dead.

I changed clothes and walked out of the room. I had a long day ahead of me, and I needed breakfast. Walking into the kitchen, I saw Kai pouring a glass of blood. Kai, the mind reader.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

I got an orange and began peeling it, but Kai's voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

"I know about it," he said. He turned to face me, but I remained frozen. "I have to say, Inell, using my slave as your boy toy," he clicked his tongue. "I think that's an all time low for you."

I clenched my jaw. "It wasn't like that."

"Then what was it like? Hm?" he asked. "Didn't want to lose your virginity to Baekhyun, so you go and get with the first person who you're alone with? Is that what it was like?"

My eyes burned as I tried my best to hold back tears. I started to walk away, but Kai caught me by the wrist.

"You have no idea what you've done," he began. "While you were with me, I could've taken your virginity multiple times. I even considered it once or twice. And you don't even know how long it took me to convince Xiumin not take you-"

"And why do you care?" I asked.

His grip on my wrist tightened. "Because I know that you're bonded with Baekhyun, not me or Xiumin. He was expecting you to save yourself for him, but you couldn't even do that." He let go of my wrist.

"Please don't tell Baekhyun," I pleaded.

"I won't," he assured me. "It's not my place to do so, but Inell," he pulled me closer and whispered into my ear. "You better thank whatever god you pray to at night that you don't have a master that can read minds."

And with that, we both went our separate ways. I didn't finish the orange.

For the rest of the day, Baekhyun and I were kept separated. The female servants and Magdalen helped me to get ready.

"Now," Magdalen began as a servant did my makeup. "What should we do with this hair of your's?"

"You can't do anything with it," I answered. "I've tried. It's too thick and curly."

Magdalen chuckled. "Believe me, my hair is even curlier than your's, and somehow I make it work."

I sighed, "You can try." She began straightening my hair, all the while making small talk with me.

"How long have you and Baekhyun been together?" she asked.

"Around six months," I answered.

She nodded. "Does he ever talked about me any?"

I hesitated. "No," I lied.

"I find that hard to believe," she said.

"Why's that?"

She took a deep breath. "He hates me with a passion. Maybe his hatred would've been justified a century and a half ago, but I've changed. I'm not the person I once was."