I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [21] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

I'd never thought I'd say this, but I hated summer vacation.

That's right. I, Samantha Bennett, hereby declare that I officially despise summer vacation.

Not only did the drive to Winnipeg took more than 15 hours, Brandon was driving as if a ghost was chasing him. I swear at one point I almost thought that the car would fly. We had no trouble crossing the border, thank god for that because it saved a little bit of our time. I asked Brandon on why we didn't take one of his private jets half-sarcastically.

Then I found out that they've sold one of their jets and the remaining was under maintenance.

But I didn't appreciate the drive to Winnipeg at all. Brandon asked me to switch place with him so I reluctantly did. He was supposed to be sleeping, but he sacrificed his nap time by laughing at my driving skills.

Typical.

As soon as we arrived though, nerves started to kick in and I found myself wobbling for no obvious reason behind Brandon, who was knocking on the door. I didn't know what his mother, Rachel Laurent. From the stories that Brandon told me, I thought she was a very warm and welcoming person.

It was just that, this trip happened so quickly that I was light-headed from it all - and I didn't want anything but rest on a decent bed and gather my thoughts. The house was situated near a relatively small lake that had a bridge made of sturdy wood. The house itself was made of bricks with vines climbing up the wall.

It wasn't as big as Brandon's home back in Detroit, that's for sure. But it was more welcoming, and cozy. I wished I could say the same thing about the owner of the house though.

When the door swung open, there stood a tall and thin woman that looked as if she could pounce on you any minute. She didn't great Brandon with a smile or a hug, she just stared at him as if trying to figure out what he was doing here. Rachel was a brunette with dull brown eyes.

"Brandon," she said, and she shot me an icy look. "And..."

"Samantha," I introduced myself, flustered. "Nice to finally meet you," I said. I was feeling ridiculously self-conscious all of a sudden. "Come on in; Andrea is on her way."

Andrea...as in his sister? I couldn't help it but felt a bit apprehensive. Inside, the house was nicely decorated with light colors and abstract painting everywhere. "You have a very nice home," I said politely. She stared at me oddly.

"What? This piece of crap?" was her answer, and with a roll of her eyes, she muttered something to Brandon before going towards the kitchen.

What ever happened to prompt 'thank you' nowadays?

"Err..." I started as he made his way upstairs. I was trotting behind him, carrying my luggage. I packed light, so thankfully I only had one bag with me. "Okay, situation," he said as soon as I walked into the room with him.

Oh no. I didn't like the sound of that. My eyes kept wandering towards the bed behind him and I forced myself to look directly into his eyes instead, which was obviously a stupid mistake. I didn't exactly know why, but every time I had eye contact with someone for too long, I ended up flustered and lost for words.

"What is it?"

"We're home alone. My mom went out to town for a little while. And I know how much you loathe being with me. That, and you need to sleep with Andrea tonight."

I didn't mind the last bit - I always wanted to see Andrea in person...

The girl with the insane puppies...

"What makes you think that I loathed you?" I asked, giving him an innocent look. He rolled his eyes and locked the door behind him. "You kept grunting answers," he said. "And when I teased you, you didn't even flinch," he said, sighing.

In a softer tone now, he asked me, "Samantha, what's wrong?"

What was wrong? He seriously asked me that?

I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid that I would make a fool out of myself in front of him. He walked over to me and brushed a strand of my hair. I couldn't keep my mouth clamped shut like this. He was really pissing me off.

"You kissed me," I ended up saying loudly. "And then you asked me to forget about it."

He pulled his hand sharply away. "That what this is all about?" he exclaimed, his brows furrowing. I rolled my eyes and plopped down on the bed. "Brandon, you know you had fun. We had fun that night, and it seemed as if all of our problems faded away. Or err...at least mine did, temporarily. And you suddenly asked me to forget about it?"

He sat next beside me, but he kept his distance too. "I..it was all surreal," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "We've only met a few weeks ago, and I guess..."

"What?" I said, sounding a little too demanding. I repeated myself more calmly.

"It's just that, what if something happens?" he said, gazing into my eyes seriously. "What if something happens if we...we be together? It would be too complicated."

"I won't run away from your house if that what's your thinking," I said half-jokingly. I didn't even know if I was going to anyway. He chuckled. "And every relationship must have their ups and downs," I pointed out as a matter-of-factly. "Why don't we just...give it a try?" I said in small voice, afraid of getting rejected.

Or forgotten, again.

"Give it a try?" he echoed, incredulous. Just by hearing the doubt in his voice, I suddenly felt a bit disappointed. If it wasn't meant to be then fine, I could wait for another crush to magically appear in front of me and--

Mmm.

He pushed me down on the bed, his lips were firmly on mine. I kissed him back eagerly, and it was one of the most wonderful sensations I had in my entire life by far.

I knew I was enjoying this, but why did I felt like Brandon's previous doubt was infectious?

It was like something was trying to tell me that somehow, this was a bad idea.

"Where's my little bro...b..."

That, or something was trying to tell me earlier that Andrea finally arrived.