His Second Chance Mate

Calla's POV:

I walk inside the kitchen and dropped my bag on my counter.

"You're late Blackwell," the head chef Mr Norman said and I smiled nervously.

"I'm sorry Mr Norman," I said too quickly and pick up my apron from the cupboard.

I quickly tie the apron on and wore my cap then pick up the frying pan from the sink.

"Everybody listen up," the head chef called our attention.

"Lexi you will make sandwich and burger, Calla you will make fried rice and orange chicken...." He keep assigning us on what to do and I sigh.

This is my daily routine.

What I love doing, my job.

"Lexi, pass me the menu please." I said to my friend Lexi.

She passed me the menu and I mumbled a thank you to her.

Backing against the wall I stares at the menu.

After going through the menu I huffed before preparing to cook.

My name is Calla Blackwell, I'm a professional chef, I love cooking and trying new recipes.

I have been working as a chef for two years now, two months ago I found a new well paying job here in XC hotel.

A hotel own by the famous Lucifer by the name Xavier Carter, he is a stinking rich billionaire, a ruthless one at that.

Since I started working here I haven't seen him even for once.

Maybe he have those that reports back to him.

He kills without mercy, I heard that his eyes has never been seen before.

Nobody knows how his eyes looks like.

One thing he detest is people who look him straight in the eyes.

I heard that he pull out his gun instantly and shot the person.

One thing, he hate it when being address by his real name.

He prefers Lucifer, nobody in California in fact the whole of US doesn't know whom he is.

The thought of that alone sends chilly fear down my spin.

How can someone be so heartless?

"You're out Calla, lower the fire." Lexi called out on me.

I snapped out of my trance and smiled at her before resuming with my cooking.

I'm the only child of my parent, my mother and father are well old.

I pay all the bills that are needed to be paid with my $30k monthly salary.

I'm not complaining.

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After cooking the fried rice and orange chicken I preserved them inside the fridge.

A waiter came in and walk towards me.

"Chef there is an order for fried rice and orange chicken," she said and I nodded.

I picked up a plate from the counter and put in some quantity of rice then place chicken on top of it.

"Here you go,"

"Thanks chef Calla." She said appreciatively and I smiled.

Few hours later, the day has been hot and hectic.

I cooked thrice today.

Well XC hotel is quite big with many branches across the continent.

It have a restaurant and Bunche of other stuffs.

I removed my apron and place it on the counter, my eyes were puff and tired.

I started packing my bag as the clock says 7:30 and my shift ends by 7:45 today.

"We have a problem," Mr Norman said pacing around the kitchen, bead of sweats forming on his forehead.

We all pay attention to know what the problem is.

"Lucifer is here," he finally dropped the bombshell and the kitchen became quiet, it looks like the world stopped rotating.

Nobody says a word.

I was tongue tied.

He is here? Lucifer is here.

Even though I was scared it's still didn't change the fact that I was happy to see his face.

Maybe I can take a sneak peek and know how enticing his eyes are.

"Calla,"

"Yes head chef," I answered.

"You will serve him what you cooked, here is his room number and I trust you not to make a mistake," he said placing the card on my palm.

I nodded and exhaled sharply.

I can do this, if I make a mistake then maybe I'll die in his hand.

Standing in front of the suite I inhale and exhale.

I was nervous wrecked.

I knock slowly on the door and I heard a faint come in.

I turned the door knob and walk inside the place.

The suite was huge, I have never come here before.

Sitting on the expensive sofa is Lucifer.

I walk slowly towards him and dropped the platter on top of the table before him.

My hand still holding firmly on the platter,

My curiously peep in and I look up to meet his eyes.

It was the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, a mixture of blue, gray and green.

Which kind of eyes is that.

I heard a low growl and I realized what I did. I quickly dropped the platter and stood up.

He stood before me, his height towering over me.

He pushed me roughly against the wall causing me to gasp.

His right hand choking me.

His eyes are now pure black.

He is angry,

I guess this is the end for me.

Calla's POV:

I was shocked to my bone marrow, did...did he want to kill me?

I was breathing heavily, his hand was choking me.

He used his free hand to tilt up my face.

Like magnet I look him in the eyes again.

Damn, how many times am I going to defy him tonight?

"Please....please don't kill me," I begged as I struggle to loosen his grip on my neck.

What have I done to myself?

Tears roll down on my cheek as I became to choke, he look unfazed, his face was void of emotions.

For about five minutes that he was choking me he never said a word.

Doesn't he speak to strangers?

He keep choking but then quietly loosen his grip from my neck.

He walk back to his previous position and sat down, I squirm and rushed towards the door.

I'm finally free, thank goodness.

"Don't take a step," his low voice sending unknown fear inside me.

I stood rooted on my track, not being able to move.

I turned to face him and he was cleaning his gun.

I gulp nervously as I tried to look everywhere but not the gun, I don't want to think of what he might possibly do to me with that gun.

"How do you want it?" He spoke again for the second time.

"Ex...excuse me?" I stuttered.

He dropped the gun on the table and opened the food.

He was quiet for awhile but then look my way.

"Come and have a taste," he said motioning me with his hand.

I inhale and exhale as I walk towards him.

I heard that he doesn't eat a food unless been tasted by the one who cooked it.

I don't blame him, he have tons of enemies.

With a shaken hand I grab the spoon and scoop the food inside my mouth.

I chew it and gulp it down.

He waited for the next two minutes and started eating.

"How do you want your death? Slow or simple?" He asked.

The dangerous aura radiating from his body muted me for some time.

"Dea....death? Please Lucifer don't kill me, I swear I don't mean to, I won't tell a soul about this please." I begged.

If only cry and begging can solve my problem.

He was never moved by a cry nor begging.

"Please? What's that?" He queried.

I quickly go down on my kneels and inhale deeply.

I'll do anything just to get out of Lucifer's death warrant.

He cocked his gun at me and I flinched.

"Lucifer...Lucy....please," I begged once again, my tears running down freely on my cheek.

"Please Lucifer."

"Lucy?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Why did I call him that?

Lucy?

"I meant Lucifer, please." I said.

"What is your name?" He asked me as he dropped his gun on the table.

"Calla, Calla Blackwell," I replies.

"Calla," my name roll out of his mouth like he was testing it.

My name sounded so different coming from him.

The thought of that alone got me shivering.

"Interesting," he said and stood up.

He placed his phone on his ear while looking at my direction.

"Get all the information about Calla Blackwell, I want everything ready in five minutes," he said and dropped the phone.

Is he....is he planning to kill me? Or harm ma and papa?

The time started ticking slowly, it felt like the world started rotating.

His phone started ringing.

The ringing tone sounds weird.

"Speak," he became quiet as his gaze were still on me.

I fixed my gaze on the ground, I can't risk looking into his eyes again.

"Interesting," he mumbled.

What is really interesting to him?

My vulnerability? Or what?

"You're on a mission Calla, in or not I don't have the whole night." He said looking straight at me.

"What? What mission?" I asked, I'll do anything as far as him not killing me.

"You'll do this mission perfectly, if not I have your name, where ever you run to I'll find you and end you." He said lowly.

I know that his not trying to scare me, he meant it.

"Yes Lucifer,"

"Your mission is to kill Damien Alejandro,"

"Kill!" I shouted.

I can't kill a human being, I can't even hurt a fly.

"Please...I can't....I can't kill a human being," I begged.

This is worse than being dead.

How can I kill senator Damien Alejandro?

"You will, or I'll not only end you but your family as well." He said calmly and sat back on his chair.

What have I done?

Why...why...

This is why an adage says that curiosity kills a cat.

I shouldn't have looked.

"I'll fill you in on how to do it," he said and pushed the food aside.

"Remember that from now on, you work for me,"

What have I done?

Calla's POV:

I was speechless after reading what's in the iPod.

How can this man expect me to kill a human being, I can't f**king do it.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of a way out of this mess without getting hurt.

I remembered what papa used to tell me. *take a deep breath and think* .

I took a deep breath and think of a way out, what should I do?

Should I just faint or tell him that I'm too clumsy for the job?

"I don't have the whole night," he said, I opened my eyes and stare at him.

His jaw clenched together as he keep looking at me.

"I....I can't," I managed to say in a whisper but I wasn't sure if he heard me and I'd be damned if he did.

"I can't do this," I said again without stuttering.

Well that's a first.

"What did you just say?" He asked, his eyes darkened as he stood up from the couch.

His height was intimidating, he was about 6'4 feet tall, he has a broad wide shoulder.

A dark ink was plastered on the back of his palms.

A tattoo?

Not surprising.

He started taking a slow stride towards me and I gulp nervously backing away as far as possible.

He keep coming closer and soon I was trapped between him and the wall.

"Repeat yourself once more," he cajoled.

I took a deep breath and mustered up some courage before opening my eyes again to speak but nothing was coming out.

I was tongue tied, I couldn't say a word.

What is happening to me?

I always have a way to get out of trouble but seeing Lucifer just changed everything about me in a second.

"Icantdothis," I rushed the words out of my mouth and I doubt if he grab any meaningful word from my short sentence.

"You can't?" He asked and I nodded.

"Do or die," he plainly said like it meant nothing to him.

Ha! Why will it mean something to him when he has killed tons of people and still get away with it.

Sometimes I wondered if he's really human, how can a human be so heartless?

"I'll rather die than kill anybody, I'm not a murderer." I seethed out.

I quickly covered my mouth immediately the word left my mouth.

What have I done?

Did I just talk back to Lucifer?

I'm dead, he doesn't forgive, I know this is the end for me.

He raised one of his dark eyebrows and something flickered over his eyes.

His mouth twitched up and I could see his almost invisible dimple.

I sure sounds amusing to him.

He back away from me and deep his hands inside his trouser's pocket.

"Fierce now ain't we?" He said in a mocking like tone.

Well I must applaud myself, some badass sh*t I did back there.

"Interesting," he mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. My leg became jelly.

I felt like he was casting a spell on me, his voice, his dark attitude, his arrogance they all make me feel different.

"Is there something else I can do for you Lucifer?" I asked trying to sound bold but deep down I knew that I'm not even close to being bold in front of this man.

"Since you can't kill a human like you said earlier then you can do something else for me," he retorted with a smirk.

Okay, I didn't expect him to say something like that.

I thought that I was free but then this is Lucifer we're talking about.

He always gets what he wants.

"Wh....what?" I asked with a shaky voice.

My confidence completely ripped off me.

"You are now my personal chef and you'll live with me from tomorrow onwards," he seethed out and walk further inside the room.

"What! I can't,"

"It isn't a question which you can agree or reject on Calla Blackwell, I'm telling you, my driver will pick you up at your house tomorrow morning and I'm always watching you don't try anything stupid." He said, finality on his tone.

Is this how it is?

I'm going to live with him and be his personal chef and maybe one day if I misbehave he'll just kill me.

I covered my mouth immediately with my hand and cried out.

What have I done?

What will I tell ma and papa?

How will I say this to them?

This is absolutely crazy.

I turned around and walk slowly towards the exiting door.

"Calla Blackwell?" He called me and I stood rooted on my track.

"Don't....don't try to piss me off again, I'm in a good mood today else your blood would have been streaming down but I can't promise your safety when you try looking me in the eyes again," he said and I nodded trying to process everything.

Well his eyes are rare to find, hell they are weird.

I've never seen a eye that look like a rainbow before.

I closed the door behind me and enter the elevator.

I have to think of something, anything, I just can't.....I can't believe that my life became messed up due to a silly mistake from me.

Damn, I'm whipped!