Chapter 2

ETHAN

~Some actions could change your whole life, but I didn't know if mine was for the better~

I panicked.

With this grown up man licking my cheeks, adrenaline shot through my system. Pushing him off me, I grabbed a small vase resting my the side of my bed and pointed at it. “Come close to me once more and you'll get it.”

Patiently, I watched the young man, expecting him to snap out of it and start blurting out whatever the shit just occured, but he just stared back at me. He didn't flinch, didn't try to cover up his naked self, he just gazed at me with innocent curiosity.

“Master.” He repeated again, his voice hoarse and oddly submissive. I'd pretended not to hear it earlier, but right now, I couldn't take it anymore. Dropping the vase with a sharp sound, I turned to him. “Don't fucking call me that.”

“Master.” He repeated again—I had to wonder if that was the only word he knew. I shook my head and took a step towards him. “I. Said. Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. That.”

Then he lowered his gaze and leaned even closer. He got up, towering over me with his imposing height, and I instinctively took a step backwards. He was tall. So fucking tall, I felt threatened in my own home. He kept moving closer until I got my back on the wall.

His sharp eyes roamed my body as he sniffed me like a meal. “You smell good.”

My jaw dropped.

I pushed his chest quickly. “You're in my home, in my space, you fucking stranger!” I was sure my neighbors would have been frustrated with my noise, but I didn't care. My bare fingers brushed against his bare chest and I felt a shudder run down my spine. “Get out. Now. I am not your master!”

Then he vanished.

I whirled around—completely terrified—to search for him, but then I heard a small growl. I lowered my gaze and saw the same dog I'd picked last night. No. No. No. This shit wasn't happening. I placed my palm over my eyes and wiped it repeatedly.

No.

You've definitely got to be kidding me.

I dashed towards my door and pulled the doorknob. “Get out.” I pointed at the hallway, glaring hard at the silver furred dog, but it just kept staring at me. It's ears flattened. I decided to wait for it. I kept my door open as seconds stretched into minutes, but it still didn't move.

The dog just kept staring at me.

Completely frustrated, I slammed my door shut and turned to face it. As soon as our eyes met, it transformed into a human again. Still naked, still staring at me with those piercing blue eyes. Why on earth do I have to feed my eyes with such a scene on such a beautiful morning?!

Well, the morning wasn't so beautiful anymore.

It was stained.

I grabbed a shirt from my closet and tossed it at him. “First rule, you wear clothes always.” I snapped, making a mental note not to trail lower. He was damn huge down there. He nodded obediently as he struggled to wear the shirt. “Master—”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “Don't call me that.”

His eyes darkened. “But you're my Master.”

“So you can talk.” I snapped back, taking another step near him. I watched as he spent over an hour on a shirt and tossed him my new wash jeans as well.

I still didn't have a full understanding of all these shit, but I knew I was dragging him out of here.

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The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air and I grinned, taking a sip of the perfect coffee I'd made a few minutes ago.

The strange guy kept staring at his mug of coffee, his silver brows knitted in confusion. He wrapped his fingers around it and took a slight sip. “This….is nice, Master.” His voice was too soft, too sincere.

And I didn't know if it was due to the honey in my coffee, but I strangely began to take note of his features. His strange silver hair that fell over his brows, his pointed nose, jaw so sharp that it could cut. And his face? He looked like he'd been sculpted by the gods on a perfect day.

He had no mistakes whatsoever.

“Master is staring at me.”

I almost choked on my coffee.

I wiped my lips and sucked in a breath. “What's your name?”

“Whatever master deserves to call me.”

‘Calm down, Ethan.’ I inhaled a deep breath. ‘You don't have to explode just now.’

One, two, three, I kept counting numbers in my head until I could finally breathe without flaring up. “I mean, you should have a name. A family.”

“I have no one.”

“Then how did you get here?”

“I don't know.”

I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.”

Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me.

For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.

He was straight up terrifying with his mouth closed.

“You already are.” His fingers brushed my palm and I pulled away, my nostrils flaring up immediately.

“Rule two, stay at least five meters away from me.”

He raised a brow, his stormy eyes confused.

“And don't give me that look.”

“But Master.”

“There, I'll name you Killan.”

Then he beamed.

His lips stretched into a smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Then I would be Killan.” He clapped, trying to lean towards me again, but I pointed at the small gap between us, sighing out loud. “If I'm really your master, you follow my rules, okay?”

He nodded obediently. “Yes, Master.”

But he still stepped closer and caressed my cheeks, his touch like a burning flame against my skin. “But you sure smell good, Master.”

My body froze.

Hell, why did my body react this way to his touch?