I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [11] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

"Samantha Bennett," I introduced myself, and shook his hand. I traced the lines of his face, trying to figure out if he had any relations to Brandon.

But he didn't. Thank god for that.

It was more than enough to have one Compton guy in my life; two was just suicide.

I shook my head vigorously (to Jake utter bewilderment), trying to get rid of the thoughts about Brandon Compton.

The last thing I need was to think about some insensitive, uncaring prick. He probably didn't realize I was gone anyway. Prick.

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It was one of those rare moments where Brandon lost a bit of his cool and he ended up feeling as if he could stab someone with a fork.

But he did not need a fork. All he need was a phone and his voice.

"I'm literally going to fucking fire you all if you don't fucking find her in this god forsaken fucking city!" he yelled into his phone a few hours later. Evelyn had to go since she had a pedicure appointment. Brandon was exhausted, and he wished he could rewind today and...and put a leash on Samantha or something.

He tried calling the cops. But they were unhelpful bunch of bastards. Who the hell cares about if she had been missing for 24 hours? For all he knew Samantha could be somewhere in a gutter with her head hanging on a tree...

Brandon frowned, trying to think positive.

He felt motion sick.

Before he even thought it through, he yelled, "Stop!"

The car came to a screeching halt. "I'll walk from here," Brandon said coolly, giving the cabbie a few dollar bills.

As soon as he got out of the car, he was drenched from head to toe. Their hotel was a block away; so it wouldn't be a hassle to arrive there apart from the rain which was pounding the earth faster than ever as if it had a vengeance towards mankind.

Not mankind; it's probably just me for being stupid enough to lost sight of a 17-year-old girl, he thought glumly.

When he walked into the hotel, people were looking at him as if he was feasting on dog's intestines.

Perfect. Just what I need, he thought sarcastically.

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"Samantha Bennett," Jake repeated thoughtfully, cocking an eyebrow towards me. "Now why does that name sounds familiar?"

"Maybe you've mistaken me of a relative, or a friend of yours," I protested politely, nearly added, "A ghost doesn't even know a nobody like me."

Visions of the cat scratching my skin off was playing in my mind again. Nah, I was pretty sure. No one in Jake Comtpon's standard would know me.

Not like I knew what standard Jake Compton had anyway.

He nodded, giving me a small smile. "I'm off to a party tonight," he said. "So I'm afraid I need to go."

What? No!

"You can't go," I blurted out before I could stop myself. Embarrassed, I looked anywhere except towards him. The truth was, if he went away now...where the hell would I go? Aimlessly walk around in the rain again?

He chuckled. "You can come with me if you like to," he said. I was about to reject that invitation when suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

I was desperate, mind you.

"Um, s-sure," I stammered. "But I need to stop at my hotel first. I'm staying at the...the..."

Crap! I forgot where I stayed-- oh yeah.

"Ritz-Carlton!!" I bellowed as if I finally found an answer on a tough question in Jeopardy. People's heads were once again turned towards our table. But Jake ignored them.

He had a good skill of ignoring people - I, on the other hand, blushed harder and started to stammer incoherent string of sentences.

"I just need to ahh...ah stuff-- I meant, I um, need to take some junk, er...crap, no! Things! Like, like...my...things...and need to change into something much more, err..."

Well that was a lie. I didn't shop for anything but shoes today, and the thing was the only thing I packed was those turtlenecks that the maid ran off buying for me. I was like Simon Cowell, in a way. But instead of having the same white and black shirts, all I had were turtlenecks in a putrid color of puke-green, and only a pair of jeans.

"Decent?" he suggested when I looked...well, I didn't know exactly how I looked. I was probably turning into different shades of blue.

"Something like that..." I trailed off, and when I looked up I could see that Jake was trying his best to not laugh.

He got up and paid before extending his arm towards me smoothly. I took his hand he helped me up from my seat. "Let's take my car then," he said. "Which Ritz?"

There were more than one Ritz-Carlton?!

Think, dammit, I thought to myself.

"I think it's near Central Park," I said, putting on a very stiff, frozen smile.

"You...think?"