I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [03] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

If anything, I was overwhelmed.

Dad and mum's vacation house was just somewhere on the outskirts of Surrey. They were going there to celebrate their wedding anniversary, and I was a petite 6-year-old who really, desperately wanted to go with them too.

But instead, the left me with a nanny called Suzie.

It was way past my bedtime, but I was awake and felt as if I should get some more milk and cookies. As I crept along the way to the kitchen as carefully as I could (and bearing in mind that the Boogeyman doesn't exist), I suddenly heard voices talking at the foot of the stairs.

"That can't be right! What do you mean the house burnt down to ashes?!" Suzie exclaimed hotly. I stopped walking, afraid that she would catch me.

"I met them this morning! They can't be dead, they just can't!" Suzie said, groping for excuses but couldn't find one that's perfectly reasonable. In the end, she ended up giving a little sob. "Th-then, what about Sammy...?"

I was awake from my bitter dream, but my eyes were still closed. If I could, I would want to drift to sleep forever on this soft, a bit cold...but comfy mattress--

Hold on. Something was wrong.

I had a hard, lumpy bed.

My eyes shot opened. I was lying down on my sides, and right there next beside me was...

Oh. My. God.

"AAH!" I screamed.

Uh-oh. Big mistake, BIG MISTAKE! Stupid Samantha, why couldn't you just keep your stupid mouth stupidly shut?!

I rubbed my eyes to confirm my suspicions.

Brandon Compton?

The Brandon Compton?!

He let out a soft groan, yawned and opened his bloodshot-red eyes. He blinked a couple of times and stared at me. "Samantha...why are you hyperventilating?" he asked, leaning his back against the headboard.

Yes, it was true.

I started to hyperventilate. My hands were sweating so much that it might as well make an ocean of sweat. I looked down towards my sweaty hand, but found a bandage wrapped around my arm. What the--?

In fact, my entire body was aching.

As if a montage had clicked into my head, I started to remember what happened last night. Tom, park, me...Brandon.

Brandon.

I felt my heart freeze over. He was fighting with Tom. My eyes darted wildly towards his knuckles, which were red and bruised. This was not happening. I've kept the secret that I was an orphan all of my life.

Please don't let him know, my heart silently begged.

But by his penetrating stare, I was pretty much sure that he knew.

"You better not move around," he said curtly. "Or get out of this bedroom at morning. My father doesn't know who you are, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"But school!" I exclaimed loudly, snapping to reality and started to climb out of the bed in robot-like-movement (god, my back felt like it was going to snap in two!), but he stopped me. He reached out for the collar of my shirt and pulled me back.

"It's twelve in the afternoon," he said, raising his eyebrow at me.

I was silent. It was as if my larynx disappeared in my throat...but it gave me a moment to breathe...to think clearly...

Holy crap, he's shirtless!

I started to hyperventilate again.