His fake assistant

Befriend him (20)

"If you see someone without a smile give them one of yours."

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The smell of dark chocolate and mint filled my nostrils, teasing me slightly. I sigh in delight snuggling closer into the warm covers.

A sudden unfamiliar smell surrounds me, making me scrunch my nose up. From a fade smell it got closer and closer, getting a harder scent.

It smelled like something burned...

    Wait.

    What?

My eyes immediately pop open, my posture tenses.

I hop out of bed, balancing myself of all the blood streaming down my body.

My feet begin to run, bringing me to the burning smell. I prepare myself mentally for a huge fire, but what I see is something I wasn't prepared for.

Mason is in his boxer, burning everything off.

...

I repeat for the people who may have fainted.

Mason is in his boxer, well the rest doesn't really matter.

    What. The actual mushroom.

He looks so divine and enchanting. His morning hair made him look even more ravishing.

All color immediately creeps up my face. I squeeze my eyes shut.

    Too much skin.

With his weird confession of not liking boys, I kind of got shy around him.

I clear my throat, hearing him gasp loudly.

    "Princess", he breathes out in a husky morning voice, making me gulp softly. His morning voice dries my throat out, leaving me thirsty.

    But not a water-thirsty kind.

    "Why does it smell like you just burned the whole house down?", I ask softly, my eyes still shut.

    "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't want to wake you up", he states guilt filling his voice. I feel him coming closer, the warmth radiating off his body over mine. "I thought you might want a breakfast on bed, but I forgot I'm not a great cook."

My mouth curves up in a slight smile. I peek out a bit, meeting with a muscular bare chest.

    "Wear. Clothes. For. Bubblegum's. Sake", I mutter, poking his chest between each word, making him flinch back in a playful manner.

    "Bubblegum's sake?", he asks in a smug. His grey eyes completely lit in amusement.

    "Yes, that's fancy to say and go wear something else. You have a meeting at noon. I'm going to check how you've mistreated the food."

    "Why do I need to change, princess? Don't you like it", he chuckles, giving me an all too charming wink. My heart melts immediately from his adorable action.

    "Nah", I respond dryly, giving hem a blank stare.

His smug turns into a bright smile, his bright white teeth appear out, blinding me. He takes me by surprise, bowing down giving me a sloppy kiss on the forehead. Before I could get my hands on him he already ran away, shouting: "I know you like it! The crimson red blush on your face gave it away!"

I huff out, my whole face burning up into the deepest shade, smoke coming out of my ears from the embarrassment . I'm completely drowning in shame.

Why do I have the palest 'twilight' skin on earth, making you see every tiny shade of red on it.

My face is literally 50 shades of red right now.