His Touch (boyxboy) #1

Chapter 4- Hallucinations

I groaned as the sunlight peeped it's way through the blinds.
I rolled over and placed my hands on my chest

shit

I was still in my clothes from yesterday. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock on the shared beside table

11:30am

"Fucking, shit, shit" I quickly scrambled and stripped my clothes off and grabbed new ones from the draws under my bed, I threw the apron that was on the floor into the basket and pulled a new one off the shelf.
Not only had I slept in my clothes, I was 3 hours late, my shift starts at 8:30. Why didn't Whitney wake me.

I pulled on my shoes as I stumbled towards the door.
I sighed as I made my way down the halls to the kitchen.
I ran a hand through my hair, which mind you was greasy as ever.
I looked to my wrist which held a hair band, i placed my curly locks into a somewhat of a man bun

"Here he is!" Whitney gleed while holding out a throw away cup of coffee.
I gave her a short and quick smile
"Why didn't you wake me" I snapped and gave the roster a quick glance

Tyler- Washing and Cutlery

I growled, I hated cutlery.
"I was told not to wake you" Whitney continued chopping up what looked to be chives but could also pass as peppers.
"By who" Whitney just gave me a sly smile and continued chopping away

"Ah, Tyler. once you've finished your coffee, please head to the ballroom. I need you to set up for tonight's meeting. Its going to be a big one." Thomas spoke as he walked past the kitchen not even stopping, arms full of table coverings

I placed my head side down on the cold prep station.
"How did you sleep?" I asked Whitney as she moved onto the meat selection placed on the bench
"Average, not the same for you, you were out like a light!" She chuckled.

I groaned as I remembered that Thomas told me the prince asked for my presence last night
"Hey, did you know why the Prince asked for me?" I asked as I finished the last of my coffee.
Whitney shook her head.
"Its weird" She confessed. I nodded in agreement and decided it be best to head to the ballroom

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Samuel's POV (Edvin)

*after Tyler fell asleep*

"Did you ask?" I nervously tapped the pen against the desk
why am I nervous, I've lived under the same roof for 2 years

breathe
Thomas's wordd echoed in my head.
Ive only ever had a panic attack twice
and waiting for Tyler to walk through those doors with the shy look on his face surely felt like one

Thomas rolled his eyes
"of course your majesty" I glared at Thomas through my eyelashes as i stared at the door

I absolutely hated being called 'majesty' it felt weird and I've always been known as Samuel, i was crowned as Samuel and that's all that I will be called
Until Tyler comes along and calls me "Prince or Sir" the way it rolls of his tongue in one swift motion no hesitation like the others.

I looked at my watch
its been 15 minutes
"was he busy?" I asked as I stood from the desk. Thomas shook his head
"No he was winding down for the night."
I sighed with a small smile.

is he asleep?
or is he avoiding me?

I looked at Thomas before making my way out from the office and down the hall towards the waiting quarters
If these people were to serve me, they were treated with the upmost respect and provided everything that they needed
All Thomas requested was a purple hoodie.
I don't know even know why.
everyone else asked for gold and diamonds.