I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [06] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

"I...was expecting Mr. Compton to pick this up himself," a girl, probably around her twenties, handed me an envelope. "Who are you?"

Did you knew how hard it was for me to arrive at this place, only to realize the moment I stepped out of the car that Compton Industries Inc. was the building that looked as if the architect designed it out of glass, glass and more glass?

It was the building standing tall in the city of Detroit. The reason why I took 6 hours trying to find it because Compton's god forsaken manor was so far away from the actual city (and admittedly I was afraid of driving, so I drive very, very slowly).

But it only took me less than an hour to actually arrive in the city, and due to the complicated map that Brandon had scrawled out lazily for me...it took me the remaining 5 hours to find the damn building! And when I found it, I realized I drove by the same building for the sixth time without even realizing it was Compton's HQ!

It was partially their fault too! Couldn't they put up some decent sign instead of embossing it on their shiny marble, stupid wall?! I looked down to see the piece of tissue that had lines sketched out with pen by Brandon.

It looked almost like a 5-year-old scribbling.

He was messing with my head, I knew it. I just did. I smiled politely and said, "Oh, didn't he mention about me?" I asked, throwing my head back and laughed...almost a bit hysterically. "You see, I'm his girlfriend."

The girl looked absolutely shocked. "He...has a girlfriend? But I thought he never will have one..." she trailed off, perplexed.

Okay, she was very nice and polite-looking, and I didn't know why I told her that I was Brandon's girlfriend...or at least, I didn't want to. I wanted to get revenge so desperately that there was no other way at that time.

Smirking, I decided to continue on with my little...err, white lie (so it doesn't count as a real lie!). "Yeah well, one day he walked into my class and got down on his knees, begging me to be his girlfriend."

"In...class?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, and gave a high-pitched giggle. Damn, who knew lying would be so hard and uncomfortable at the same time? "I took him to the place where I work part-time, you know...Joe's Deli," I said. "And he was kind enough to offer me a helping hand!"

For a while there I thought that girl was having a seizure.

"Him? Brandon Compton offers a...helping hand in a deli?" she finally breathed out, affronted. I flashed her my best smile. "I'm Samantha Bennett, and you are?"

"Dahlia Kemp," she introduced herself and shook my hand. "Here you go, Samantha," she muttered, handing the envelope over.

Satisfied, I walked over to the car and started to drive again. At least he let me borrow his Lotus.

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"Fetch me some iced water from the mini-fridge," he said without looking up from the papers that were in the envelope. "What am I? Your dog?" I snapped.

"At least I didn't ask you to put a leash on," he said, smirking. "Although that would be a very good idea..." he trailed off. I scrambled onto my feet and got the bottle of water, poured it into a small glass and jumped in front of him.

30 seconds. Record time.

"How many rooms have you got in this house anyway?" I asked. He shrugged. "About 40, why?"

Was that like...10 for each floors?

I opened my mouth but closed it again. It would sound rude to ask...but...

"No wait," he cut my thoughts off. "Let me guess. You want to move into another room?" he said, cocking his eyebrow. I looked at him innocently, and a minute later he shook his head. "What? Why?!"

"Not until my father knows you're here."

"Where is he?" I asked, a bit too gaily. I seriously didn't want to spend another night with him again.

Oh god, that came out wrong.

"You think I'm doing his work for fun?" he said, rolling his eyes. How many times had he done that in one day alone? "He's in Barbados. Some conference meeting there for an entire week."

"So why can't you move me into a new room for a while without your father knowing I exist, hmm?" I challenged him. I had a feeling that he was messing with me, again. He was probably doing this because he wanted to torture me.

No point saving me from Tom then, I thought bitterly.

He sighed and rubbed his temple. "I don't have full control over the people living here," he said. "One of the maid already saw you in the morning, I'm pretty sure the word had spread around the household...what with you and Andrea's dogs too," he said.

"My father...he had a slight issue of me taking girls into the house."

"But you always--"

"That's because I book a hotel room," he cut me off, evidently annoyed. "I'm allowed to do it anywhere but here. Don't ask why; like hell, I'm going to explain it to you."

"Every room in this house have at least half a dozen maids assigned to it," he explained. I found myself wondering how many maids does a family needs? "But this room, I only wanted one or two for the moment, now that you're around."

What was that supposed to mean? Oh, right.

Why couldn't he get me a room with no maids assigned in them then?

"Like I said, I don't have full control over the people here. I can't just dismiss that number of maids without them being suspicious. Words will get out, and will travel to my father's ears. I'd rather the words travel as slowly as it could."

...It was like he read my mind or something.

Bloody guy always had an excuse for everything, I thought. I plopped down on the bed and crossed my legs. There was no other way around this...except, maybe...sleeping in the bathtub.