Her Lover
Karina's Pov
The morning was young and Karina Cruz stood in front of her full length mirror. Her eyes rolling down from the reflection of themselves, spiralling slowly across her full buxom features and finally to her feet. She was always in love with herself. And staring at the mirror every sunrise after her morning bathe had become a ritual.
The type she followed without question, and almost religiously. As she constantly observed every last pore on her skin to the last orifice. Her mood changing anytime she noticed a reddish tinge or even the slightest swelling. Making her feel less of herself everytime she didn't feel at her most ultimate form of perfection.
But today she was feeling at that peak, and mentally had already surpassed that height. As today she was finally preparing to go see someone and not another mirror…
Her eyes glowed brighter this particular morning as she was preparing to go see someone she loved just as much as herself. A man she deeply desired and had vowed internally to do anything for. A man she believed would raise her higher than she already was, and give her a level of class that would rub elbows with gods…
Her mind giggled at the fantasies she held as she moved over to her dressing table, gently picking up a bath robe as she walked; straightening it across her shoulders and across her firm nipples. Until she set herself down on the low seat, facing her reflection again, in front of a mirror now shielded at its bottom by an army of shampoo bottles, lotions, powders, and perfumes. Instantly letting her hands begin working their magic…
As she pulled open a drawer, expertly producing and handling her make-up kit. Applying an exfoliator mask on her peckers and letting it set before peeling it off and dashing her mouth with strawberry lipstick. Her other hand brushing her brows straight with a tool that look like a mini steam roller and pulling her loose curly hair behind her ears from blocking her ever self-staring heaven blue eyes.
She worked like a card dealer. Her hands moving timed and precise in every direction of her body that needed a touch up. Her hair roller nearby had heated up and she whipped it up and across each handful of hair. Letting it ebb and flow, turning her wild raucous hair into flowing luscious wonder, topped off with a whiff of perfume to send her look into the nine realms of wanderlust.
Her smile said it all as she finished her hair and makeup, and now stood up petite to select the best dress she could find. Her feet tapping on the tiled floor in excited rhythm, as she hopped like a kangaroo, hips swaying and bust swinging to her wardrobe.
She popped open the door dramatically, falling on its side acting as though a unique aura suddenly wafted and struck her from the cabinet. As her acting skills had always been better than her looks on some days. And it was how she made her way from working on the farms, to where she was now. As Head of the Alpha's personal maids…
And since she climbed up the ladder her thirst for power had doubled. Her hunger to be above everyone else had always been there but it increased as time went on. And as she kept seeing the perks that came with one possessing a higher status. It led her to scratch and claw for position, fight tooth and nail for power, step on toes to get leverage to stomp on heads for authority.
Those dazzling eyes of hers were always the charm. The key that made every door of attraction click open in admiration at first sight. And now she was here. Uncalled for, but still going to seek acquaintance with her heathrob. The desire for herself to be his, and for him to be hers overshadowing the gap that stood between her and the man in question in the space of mutual affection.
She knew he thought nothing of her. As he never paid any attention to her or any woman of her ilk. He was a ruler, and he could never be seen holding hands with a maid. And even though she passed him glances and gave him signs, he paid no heed to them and did so consistently. His eyes always brushing her off the moment they came in contact with her. And it was an act that attacked her self esteem like a virus; as all men usually drooled at her feet, begging for a chance to hit. Even his beta among them…
So today she was going prepared. Her mind set and her resolution made. She would get him, and nothing would stand in her way… She would be his Luna and his mate, and would be by his side in glory, holding his hand in meetings and be bent over in the evenings.
Her smile brimmed even wider when she finally noticed a dress that stood out from the rest. Having no shoulders, and backless, with a space almost up to her underwear; leaving more than enough room to show her cleavage. A top contender as the most viewed of her usually left open characteristics.
She pulled it off the hanger and tucked it on. The material clinging to her skin like an adhesive, and her confidence that today was the day, touching the sky from where she stood. As she checked herself one more time in a little twirl. Then picked her purse and locked her feet in red snaky heels, before making headway outside her room and locking the door behind her.
Her shoes clicking through the hallway like a clock counting down. And her mind seeing it as an indicator that her time had finally come. She increased her pace, surprisingly agile on her feet. Turning left and up the stairs to meet Alpha Marcus…
The man she had self-proclaimed her lover.