JAKE.

　　I walked out of the conference hall with a sigh, rubbing the back of my head. I was equal parts weary and angry, and with good reason. It was clear from this meeting with my stock and finance managers that things were looking fishy with my accounts.

　　Someone was messing up with the accounts and my investments, and none of them knew who it was, why these people were doing this or how they were able to in the first place.

　　It was all so frustrating, and had made for a less than happy mood for myself and my accounts managers who looked scared out of their wits as I demanded answers as soon as possible, or else.

　　With another exasperated sigh, I waved my hand about to send my magic streaming around, and I began to float a foot off the ground once more, swiftly turning about and teleporting from the building and back to my home.

　　Once I landed at the entrance of my home, I heard the guards murmur and now a subservient greeted me. I rolled my eyes at their antics and simply began to float up the stairs to where my room was, right beside where the room Carlisle was in right now.

　　I wanted to see her now. But as much as my desires were great, I also needed to rest and think of how best to win my future bride’s heart.

　　With that thought, I quickly entered my room, using my magic to shut and lock the door from anyone who might wish to disturb me.

　　Then, I discarded my jacket mid-air and then floated over to my large king-sized bed for a short nap. I certainly would need it when it was time for me to face Carlisle, after all.

　　With a huff as I relaxed my body on the soft mattress, I shut my eyes and was out like a light for the next hour.

　　My dreams were filled with her. Her body, her eyes, her lips. I wanted to take her apart and make her mine. I wanted to remove her memory of Damon’s kiss from her mind, and replace it with mine. I wanted her, body, mind and soul. She was mine now, all I needed was time.

　　Then, when I finally won her heart, she would be beholden to me and only me, her King.

　　I opened my eyes as I awoke from a dream that faded slowly from my mind, leaving behind traces of desire in my being.

　　I used my magic to lift myself up, dropping down on the floor some ways away from the bed.

　　Then I began to pace my mind on the only thing that I wanted to have now - Carlisle.

　　How was I going to approach her this time?

　　I wondered to myself, letting my magic whirl around me as I moved back and forth, thinking up plans and discarding them quickly.

　　She was a fiery, independent girl. Certainly she would be angry if she found out that I had been the one to send those guards after her that time.

　　She might even try to attack me for that.

　　To make matters worse as well, I knew very well that when she woke up from her slumber, she would be asking how she got into my kingdom. What would I say then?

　　Oh, Carlisle, I thought while tapping a finger on my chin, what a conundrum you have put me into.

　　Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I felt the corner of my lips turn upwards into a smile, as I continued to dwell on this idea.

　　Yes, I decided. It would be a feasible plan.

　　But first…

　　I suddenly turned and teleported to the kitchens of my home, and startled the maids who were talking by the corner. As soon as they spotted me, I saw many of them shrink and become flustered. I rolled my eyes at their antics. Why were all of my servants the same?

　　Maybe I could get new ones soon.

　　I beckoned at one of the girls, a blond maid.

　　“You,” I called out as I pointed to her.

　　She looked at me like a deer in headlights, and suddenly jolted as one of the girls pushed her forward. “Yes my King?” She stuttered her way through her reply for me, her eyes darting about, looking at the ceiling, the floor, and anywhere else but at my face. I tried not to look too annoyed, and instead nodded.

　　“Bring up a light meal for our guest,” I ordered her. “Another maid will meet you at the door to the bedroom, and take it from there. Do you understand?” I let a little threatening tone seep into my voice and the girl’s eyes widened even more.

　　“Yes my King,” she nodded her head up and down repeatedly, and it made for a comical sight. “I will do as you say, your Majesty,” she finished, giving me a small bow.

　　With that said, I turned around and let my magic take over again, teleporting back to my room.

　　Once I landed back there, I floated over to the large full length mirror right beside my wardrobe, and with a swish of my hand, transformed my features.

　　I watched my reflection turn from my normal look, to a brown-haired girl. I tilted my head at the image, considering.

　　Then I set about adjusting my features. First I reduced my height, as I wanted to come off as a petite maid of this house, and also changed my eyes from its normal gleaming ones, to blue round eyes. I continued to make minor adjustments to my body for some more time, also transforming my clothes to a maid’s uniform and adding freckles on my face.

　　Soon, I was satisfied with my reflection on the mirror, and with a swish of my hand with magic, I let my feet drop on the floor. A maid cannot use magic, after all.

　　It was unfortunate, and a sacrifice I would have to make, but it would all turn out right in the end.

　　With a sigh that I knew was a bit dramatic, I walked to the door of my room and opened the door. Careful not to let anyone see me leave my room in this form, I walked down the hallway to where the blond maid stood, right next to the door of Carlisle’s room.

　　She was holding a tray of food, each plate covered with a stainless round lid.

　　When she spotted me, she looked at me with no hint of recognition. Good, I thought to myself triumphantly. My disguise was clearly working.

　　I approached her, trying to look as amiable as possible.

　　“Good day. The King said I was to take the tray of food into the guest’s bedroom,” I said when I reached her.

　　She nodded, pursing her lips and gazing at me with a hint of curiosity and suspicion in her eyes.

　　“How can I be so sure that His Majesty sent you? You’re not one of those girls are you? The ones that play pranks on the other maids?”

　　I lost my amiable mask just as quickly, and took a threatening step towards her, putting my hands on either side of the tray and giving her a sharp glare that made her flinch.

　　“Do you want His Majesty to punish you? You seem hungry for it,” I snarled, tugging the tray into my grasp, and turning to knock on the door. The girl gaped at me as I put on a charming smile like before, and opened the door to walk in.

　　As soon as I entered the door, I was face to face with Carlisle, who looked shocked at my entrance. I smiled sweetly at her, giving her a small bow as I greeted, “Good day my Queen.”

　　Her eyes narrowed at my address, and I rolled my eyes inwardly as I turned to drop the tray at the small table right beside me.

　　She already seemed suspicious of me from the get go. Should I tune it down a bit more?

　　Before I could speak once more, though, she said something first.

　　“Who are you? And why am I here? What is going on?”

　　I kept my smile on, and in the manner I had seen maids do before, clasped my hands in front of me and gave a bow.

　　“His Majesty asked me to attend you, miss,” I replied.

　　“Well, why? I don’t understand any of this. You had better tell me what all this is,” she left the bed now, and advanced towards me, looking intimidating.

　　However, I could also see a hint of anxiousness in her beautiful eyes.

　　I raised my hands in an effort to placate her and show that I meant no harm.

　　“I am telling you everything, Miss. I mean you do no harm, honestly.” As I said that, an idea popped into my head once more and I had to hide a mischievous grin as I then said, “I was asked to help bathe you, and to get dressed. I will go prepare your bath now.”

　　Ignoring her protests, I moved to the bathroom and began to fiddle with the knobs that controlled flow and temperature of water in the large bathtub.

　　I heard a sigh from right behind me as I picked up the fresh towels and laid them out for Carlisle to use after her bath.

　　“Fine,” I heard Carlisle’s voice say, and I turned to meet her resigned yet curious gaze from the doorframe, at me and the bathroom.

　　I nodded at her, giving her another smile as she entered the bathroom, and she was about to undress when she turned to me.

　　“Please look away,” she said, and I had to force myself to comply with a hum of assent.

　　I was her maid after all.

　　After I heard the rustle of clothes and splashing of water, I then heard her say, “You can look now,” to me. I turned around and was glad to see a red-faced Carlisle. Whether it was from the steam arising in the bath tub or her embarrassment at me having to bathe her, it did not matter. It was a becoming look on her.

　　I also noted with pleasure, that despite her insisting I look away so she could undress and I would not see her nakedness, I could still see quite a lot as she was soaked in the water. I was treated to a lovely vision of her breasts as they heaved up and down, and I noted how her long legs looked. It was not enough, however, and I acted to see and touch more.

　　She settled into the bath pretty quickly, and then reached for the soft sponge and bath liquid, which I handed to her.

　　After a while of watching her wash her arms while submerged in the bath water, I then asked her, “May I wash your back, Miss?” I was feeling naughty right then, and I looked forward to putting my hands on her.

　　Carlisle looked alarmed, her eyes widened to look at me.

　　I gave her the same charming smile, and simply said, “Orders are orders, Miss. Please don’t put me in trouble with His Majesty.”

　　I then reached my hand out for the sudsy sponge, which she then handed to me with a nod, before she turned around and presented her flawless back to me.

　　I started at the base of her neck, rubbing her back with the littlest amount of pressure and watching her muscles that were previously tense begin to relax.

　　She sighed, probably feeling a bit lighter due to the steam, the relaxing bath, and my light touches on her back.

　　But I was not done yet.

　　As I kept going lower and lower, my hands began to move of their own accord, seeking to map out her body the best I could. I began to give her back light strokes, feeling the smooth skin on her body.

　　I continued giving her those light caresses, then moving my hand to the sides of her body, and in the guise of washing her, I ended up caressing all over her round, soft breasts.

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