THEIR ΦΩΤΙΆ(LIGHT)

I Just Got The Job

JACKY

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The agonizing ringing of the alarm woke me up to a stiff neck but thank God I had a peaceful sleep.

I dreamt of him again biting my neck.

I found the bed empty, I didn't notice when they left in the morning for work.

I took my phone and sent a quick text to Mrs Jones that I won't be coming and she told me she knows about it.

On the nightstand, I found a letter from Mar saying,

" Baby, hope you had a peaceful sleep. Please don't forget to have your breakfast in the fridge. As for your outfit, it's in the closet, the blue one. You have a date after your interview, just reminding you. Good luck, you got this b***h. Love you and have a lovely day ahead! "

M

y heart warmed at her letter and I felt loved, wanted and worthy.

' Enough with your heart now, let's start the day '.

My voice sounded enthusiastic but I had to drag my body to the bathroom for a shower.

Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed the heavy eye bags with my hair resembling a birds nest.

I stepped on the cold tiles and went for a hot shower to sooth my aching muscles.

As I closed my eyes, I could feel those red eyes looking at me as he kissed my neck, I moaned subconsciously.

Utterly shocked, my palms found my lips as my eyes opened quickly .

I've never had wet dreams, they always trigger my trauma.

Taking deep breaths, I calmed down. Time wasn't on my side. I was done in a while, brushed my hair and put on natural makeup.

My hair in cascading waves on my shoulders with smokey makeup. I put blush to my pale cheeks and pink lip gloss.

I looked sexy.

I walked to the closet and found a blue pant suit, a white long sleeved blouse and black stilettos.

Looking all professional and formal, I couldn't help the burst of confident the bustled through my veins.

Mar always knows the best.

I quickly wore it and put some perfume.

The pants hugged my ass and I felt uncomfortable as many eyes would be on me.

But all in all, I was satisfied with my look when I looked at myself in the mirror.

A familiar face looked at me. I look like her. From my hair color, eyes, freckles and body, everything's hers.

That's why I hate this body. It's just a copy of her, my abuser.

I wish I had my daddy's something, maybe his emerald green eyes or his black curly hair.

I sigh and motivate myself to forget her and focus on the day ahead.

I've got this, I'm okay.

I took my phone from charge as I grabbed my purse and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

I was done in a few, hydrated and walked to the gate. I found Mar's driver waiting for me and opened the door.

" Good morning ma'am. Miss told me to take you to Archer Liquor company, for your interview. "

He bowed and ushered for me to get in the car. I muttered a soft 'thanks' and entered.

The interior of the car looked posh with sleek leathered seats and beautiful starry lights on the ceiling.

The windows were heavily tinted giving me the much needed privacy to explore this car.

I took my time admiring the car that I didn't notice I was there already.

The driver stepped out and opened the door for me, I felt noble.

" Good luck Miss, I'll wait for you here. "

He says with a small genuine smile.

I was touched by his sincerity that I found myself smiling.I looked at my watch and found that it was 11 am already.

I'm so not getting the job.

I thought as I rushed to reception. I was guided to the office, only to find that I was the only one who was shortlisted, quite surprising.

The boss' secretary made my presence known and I was welcomed in. The man's office looked luxurious yet screamed of hard work.

The white couches, neat coffee table, brown mahogany table, swivel chair and everything looked comfortable. There, seated a blonde haired man who had green orbs.

He was good looking for sure and had muscles that hugged his suit. He ushered me to a seat and we began the interview.

The hairs of my neck stood up, someone is watching me. I took deep short breaths, reminding myself of my mantra quietly,

It's okay, I'm okay. You're safe, I'm safe.

MASON

Call me a creep that my eyes were fixed on the screen, watching my mate saunter her sexy self in my company.

I watched my mate's every step as she went to Nick's office. I had cameras in his office therefore I could know whatever they were talking about.

She scanned the room first when she entered which made me utterly proud of her confidence, she sure can make a good queen.

She already is the queen for me.

When they started the interview, I only concentrated on her voice. I could listen to that all day without getting tired.

Her voice sounds like a sedative lulling me to be calm. A calm that feels oodly comfortable and definitely unfamiliar that it both scares me as it calls for my dark soul.

I could really wait coming from work and be welcomed by such beautiful sounds. From the most beautiful thing.

The way that pant suit hugged her plumb ass ran my imagination wild. I felt jealous, men and women looked at her when she walked.

I'm the only person who should see her ass, and no other man.

Her dressing today adds to her punishment

My thoughts were interrupted by her melodious giggle.

" I should be the only one who hears your giggles baby, not any other man " my possessiveness took the better of me.

My mate would know that she'll be walking on eggshells, she can never know when she'll be punished.

It's not because I'm a perfectionist, but she shouldn't do some things in the presence of other men and women.

Who might want her. Who might want what belongs to me. What was custom-made for me.

" Miss Jacky Ashton, you're hired. You may start working the day after tomorrow. Thanks for your time. "

Nick says to her and she smiles. I warn Nick through our mindlink to not hold her hand and he obliged, teasing me for being too possessive.

Can he blame me? Look at that beauty. She could bring any man to his knees with just her voice.

She walks out and I feel the urge to see her off to Seb's driver.

On her way out, a male employee catches up to her as he flirts with her.

My blood boils at the sight of that pathetic loser. He can never have what's mine.

I break the glass of blood in my hands as I send a deadly glare, my mind thinks of ways to kill him.

She smiles at him, but a tight one as she rejects her date with him. I sigh in relief but that doesn't mean I'll let her go unpunished.

' You'll kill our mate with punishments if you continue like this '

my darkness muses as I roll my eyes.

' Shut up, I know you like this too. '

I say since he's also anticipating our meeting with our mate.

Nick walked into my office with that woman's report. He slumped on the couches in my office as he leisurely threw the report to me plopping his stupid head onto the armrest.

I scowled at his free spirited behavior. If only I wasn't in a good mood that I saw her today, I would have snapped his neck again.

Name : Aurora Winters

Age : 47 years

Marital status: Married twice. Widowed by Ashton Miller and they had a daughter, Jackline Miller. She died in a car accident at the age of 5 with her dad, Ashton Miller. Remarried to Charles Miller having two sons, Ace Miller and Damon Miller.

I didn't find the need to continue reading the whole report as I found what I wanted.

I grip my chin between my thumb and forefinger, thinking.

So she's Jacky's mother but why does the report say that she died and also shortened her name.

As for Jacky's report, it says that Jacky grew up in an orphanage in St Maria.

Why are they contradicting?

" Yo Nick, why do these reports contradict? "

I asked Nick confusion written all over my face.

" I also found it strange Sir, I asked one of my men to dig in deeper. I think there's more to this. "

He turns to his business tone all of a sudden that you won't think it's the same Nick.

He switches his personality so easily which makes him unpredictable, that's why I adore him.

Though he doesn't have to know about that. He's my brother although sometimes he annoys s**t out of me.

" I also find it suspicious why her mother was married to her late husband's brother. According to what her brother said, their father was a hunter. Does that mean that our queen can be a hunter and a seer? I think we shouldn't overlook them. "

Pride fills up my cold dead heart, as the other effects tingle through my cells,making them feel alive again. Nick reminding me of her title, His Queen. My mate, mine.

Nick says to me and I nod, agreeing to his points.

" You shall do that and in the mean time, you should go and check on those werewolf rogues in the dungeon. "

I say to him in a playful tone knowing how much he hates how they smell.

They used to fight a lot with Seb and James when we were in college. I kinda miss those days.

" Okay ' your highness ' "

he says in Greek mocking my title.

" How are you coping up with your insatiable s****l desires? I know they've increased since you already saw her."

He says while wiggling his eyebrows.

" I don't know, how about you. I've noticed you get hard easily nowadays, not forgetting how many whores you've f****d this week. "

I ask, feigning innocence.

His expression changes to sad, I know why. The other vampires find their mates at tender ages of 18 while we found ours centuries later.

I pat his shoulder in assurance.

" Don't worry brother you'll find her. Maybe she's a werewolf."

I tease him in an evil smirk saying,

' karma is a b***h, she's surely leaving a scar on you!'

Don't get me wrong, that's what I felt when he teased me about my mate.

" I'll be fine brother, no worries. Look at you, you're already hard. I feel pity on how much pressure your pants go through. I'm wondering what you keep thinking about her?"

He says as he shrugs his shoulder, as if he didn't say something.

I look at my pants only to find a big bulge. He shows me a stupid smile and I give him a deadly glare.

" I think I should leave. See you again,'your highness' "

he says and rushed out of the office.

I groan loudly as I tug my hair tiredly.

'When will this torture end.'

I have never been this sexually frustrated ever in my life. I tried to vent out my frustration in whores but I just couldn't.

My everything wants my mate, and only her.

I sit in my seat and try to concentrate on work. I have many hotels around Los Angeles which need attention.

I'm also the king therefore the weight of my work increases.

The rest of the day went in a blur and I was tired.

A glass of blood would refresh me again. My thoughts were occupied on the report Nick brought to me earlier.

The most disturbing thing was why did my mate's mom report her dead when she was alive?

Remembering Jacky's files, she didn't go to school after her dad's death.

No school records, medical records just nothing. It's like she was wiped out from all the government records. And the face of the earth might I add.

This only means one thing, her mom has a big influence on the government.

Her energy felt off earlier. Even Rune agrees with me.

She can't be trusted.