The CEO Alpha King

Chapter 9 Crushing on him

Serena's POV © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

As we unpacked everything we bought, the other servants, noticing we were back came to help us

and by the time we were finished, I was tired and retired to my room.

It wasn't hard finding it as I had carved an 'S' on my door with my room key. The hallways were

also starting to get really familiar and I could locate my room with ease

I opened the door and threw myself on the bed, closing my eyes in bliss, the mattress was so soft

and comfy. I started to slip away from reality when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

With sleepy eyes, I took it out, not recognizing the strange number that flashed against my screen.

I hardly ever received any calls, especially from strange numbers.

I sat up, concerned as all the traces of sleep vanished from my eyes. My phone continued to ring

and I contemplated picking it. I thought it might be Kate, but she'll never call me with a new number and

my stepfather rarely ever calls me.

So who could it be? I wondered as the phone went off. I sighed. Maybe it was a mistake. I tried to

go back to bed when my phone rang again, the same number.

Curiosity finally won as I picked the call and placed it on my left ear, waiting for the person to

speak first.

"Hey Serena. It's me Martins, have you gotten home yet?" Martin's concerned voice sounded over

the phone.

I slammed my palm against my forehead, remembering I had given Martin my phone number

earlier today.

"Oh, Mart, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you. I could have picked it up earlier." I apologized.

"No problem, S. I'm glad you at least picked up. Are you home now?" He asked and I nodded

before remembering he couldn't see me.

"Yes. I am, thanks a lot for asking. This is your personal number right?"

"Yes, it is. I just wanted to make sure you got home safely." He sounded concerned and I blushed.

"Thanks a lot. I appreciate it."

"Yeah, S. I'll chat you up later then. Bye for now, pretty." He said before ending the call.

I dropped my phone, took my pillow and pressed my face against it blushing like crazy.

Did he just call me pretty? Am I pretty? I sat up once more jumping down from my bed to stand in

front of my full length mirror.

My black hair had come out of my ponytail, falling freely over my small round head. Hazel's eyes

stared back at me. I was incredibly skinny, nothing special and my ears were a little too big.

But despite that, someone had said I was pretty. That means I was actually pretty because he

wouldn't just lie right?

Would other people start noticing I was beautiful and start liking me too?

I jumped excitedly around the room, feeling a sense of pride and happiness.

*Writer's POV

"Is it done?" An elderly man who was facing the windows asked Martins, who stood like a dutiful

dig behind him.

"Yes, it's done. I've got her wrapped around my little finger. I think after what I planned she'll do

whatever I ask her to do." Martins assured.

"She doe