I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [09] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

I would be practically stupid if I was expecting him to smile, laugh and say, "Oh Samantha! Why wouldn't I go out with you? You're the jewel to my eye, you're the sunshine to my life, you're so bloody beautiful that even Aphrodite would be envious of your pure beauty!"

Maybe that last part was a bit too much...but still.

He stared at me with a deadpan expression. For a second there I thought he would take out his phone and text everyone he knew about how stupid I was for even suggesting such a thing.

"Sure."

Sure?

Before I could say more, he crawled under the covers. I took that as a sign that I should probably go to my own room. Hurriedly, I scattered out of his hotel room and entered my own with a wide grin plastered on my face.

It was not every day that I got a luxury hotel room, mind you.

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"This is not a date or anything..." I trailed off, flushing. He rolled his eyes. "Of course it's not."

I was so stupid.

Why, god, why did I asked someone out to walk around in a foreign city? Why couldn't I suggest swimming instead?

"Where are we going?" Brandon asked innocently. I didn't know if he deliberately did that just to freak me out, or if he really didn't know that I had absolutely no idea where we were.

Never ever again would I ask someone to walk around a big city out of the blue just to kill my own boredom.

"Samantha..." Brandon sighed.

"I know where we are going okay?!" I snapped, feeling ridiculed. "I just..."

He reached into his pocket and took his cell phone. "NO!" I screamed, earning myself a few stares from pedestrians.

There was a slight twinkle in his eyes, I realized when he stuffed the phone into his pockets once more. "Okay, fine. We're not taking the company's car. Does a cab sounds good enough, oh my wonderful tour guide?"

Oh god, he already knew I had a bad sense of direction.

"Fine," I muttered.

Half an hour later we were at McD in some mall that name I couldn't remember since I was too depressed to notice. "There, there; cheer up," Brandon said, noticing my expression and snickered. I held my chin high and gave a 'hmph' sound.

"I'm going to take you shopping later on," he said, taking out his phone and replied to someone's text message.

The truth was, for the past few days I had been wearing nothing but turtlenecks that Brandon forced some maid to buy for me.

All my clothes, unfortunately, were stashed inside drawers back in Tom's trailer.

Another reason why I was wearing long-sleeves turtlenecks was because my arm was still part-mummy with all the bandages and band-aid on it.

At least it was getting better, I think.

Maybe, hanging out with Brandon had it cons and pros. And maybe, just maybe, Brandon was a nice kid after all!

"Shopping?" I replied a few minutes later.

"Yes; do you think you can do that without getting the both of us lost?" he said, smirking.

I wanted to kill him and his stupid sexy smirk. Maybe I could kill him with a...with my Big Mac! Hah!

I could practically see it in big, bold letters:

Brandon Compton - Killed By a Burger.

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I adore shopping. I loved it so much I could marry it if it were a person.

"Would you hurry up and buy something already?" Brandon said, obviously annoyed since we've been in one shop for more than half an hour, and yet I still haven't chose a shoe.

"But they're all so...expensive," I muttered, blushing.

He sighed and glared at me. "Expensive my ass. Just buy anything you want."

Buy anything I wanted?

I looked at the price tag again and felt my heart rate went up. $500.

A few days ago I would faint and go into cardiac arrest if I saw such a price for a pair of shoes! A few days later, suddenly I could have all the shoes I wanted?

Trying to hide my gleeful smile, I tried on a Miu Miu studded high heels thingy. Ooh, it was so pretty. It was like my feet was meant for Miu Miu shoes!

I strutted confidently across the store as if I was a supermodel walking down a runway. Suddenly, I heard Brandon giving a snort of laughter.

I turned around, gave a sexy pose and grinned at him before strutting back towards him. He doubled over, laughing.

Oh my god! He laughed!

I swayed my hips more dramatically and when he looked up, he laughed once more. "You look ridiculous!" he called out, but I was ignoring him when my eyes caught sight of a pair of gorgeous white and pink sandals.

Um, right. I should do more surveying before I decided to go with the Miu Miu's...

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Two hours in a designer shoe shop. 4 carrier bags loaded with two boxes of shoes in each of them. Price? Somewhere around $5000 for each of those boxes.

Seeing Brandon laughed? Priceless!

"Where to next, I wonder?" I muttered to myself.

"You're not done yet?!" Brandon replied, shocked. I giggled and skipped a couple of steps forward. I was half-expecting for Brandon to scold me or say something like, "Do you want to be a horse?"

But he didn't.

Instead, all I could hear was some girl's shrill voice exclaiming happily, "Brandon!"

I spun around and saw a girl about my age with long, wavy black hair and a pair of green eyes, hugging a very shocked Brandon.

"Evelyn!" Brandon said with enthusiasm, hugging her back. "I thought your flight was due tonight!"

"I know!" she exclaimed, giggling. "I wanted to surprise you! Are you surprised though?"

"I am," Brandon said, smiling.

Unexpectedly, I felt a bit jealous. He never smiled like that to me. It was a bit of a shock rather than jealousy, I think.

Evelyn tiptoed and she kissed him.