I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [30] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

I yawned and stretched, and the first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I wasn't in a moving car anymore. I had been in such weird and awkward situations that involved beds that I didn't felt remotely surprised that I was on one.

It was a crappy motel, and it was getting dark outside. When I saw Brandon who was sitting by the window, reading a brochure...I started to notice his bloodshot red eyes, and were those bags under his eyes?

"Go take a nap or something," I blurted out. "You look awful."

He jumped a tad before looking quickly towards me. "I've taken one ages ago," he teased, winking. "Go back to bed. I book a room for the whole night."

And what was he going to do for the whole night? Work? I knew he was so not going to trust me with the driving tomorrow. I tossed a pillow aside, and turned around so my back was facing him. Damn, I felt so sleepy.

I wanted to go back to sleep again, but Brandon's phone started to ring and...to be bluntly honest, I started to eavesdrop. His voice wasn't really that loud anyway, so I could only hear a bit of it. Something about having to close down an office in the middle east, and that family day 'crap' (he started to refer as The Crap That Must Not Be Named), and a meeting in Detroit before the event starts.

After the conversation was over, the next thing I knew, I was being dragged out of bed. "But..." I started to protest. "It's just around four hours drive from here," he said, putting on his jacket smoothly. "Heck, we'll might even arrive in Detroit in two hours."

Great. He was implying that he could make a four hours drive into two. Tell me why I shouldn't panic again?

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"What? The Crap That Must Not Be Named is today?!"

"Who cares, stay put," he said in a hurry. Dear god, he haven't even shaved yet and he was going to waltz into the meeting room? "But...Brandon!" I called, but he had entered the building, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the Compton Industries' decorated green space.

It was crowded with families and workers. I decided to scan through the crowd, just to see how the staff were doing. At first glimpse, one might thought they were completely oblivious to the company's little issue.

But it was as if I noticed Brandon's exhaustion for the first time all over again. They looked pale under the sun; it was as if they had not came out of their workplace for the whole month. "...Samantha?"

I nearly jumped 5 feet high in the air. "Jake?" I said in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm suppose to be here," he replied, shrugging. "Oh and what you did to Rachel--"

I...didn't want to be reminded of that...

"What do you mean you're supposed to be here?" I asked, befuddled. He grinned. "I'm the indirect consultant to the Compton Industries office in London."

I had a feeling that he wasn't joking.

"Lemme get you some lemonade."

I followed him, still in daze due to the summer spirit that almost everyone here had. I didn't know why Brandon didn't like this, it was fun! I sipped my lemonade and looked towards the sky. Okay, I could wait for a couple of minutes.

Despite the fact that I was still in yesterday's clothes and my hair was a mess, everything was fine.

"Hey! Watch it!" a man grunted a few feet away from us, and naturally, I turned my attention towards the--

"AH!"

"Sam?" Jake said, turning around to see what was wrong.

A kid holding a bunch of balloons collided into me, spilling the cup of lemonade on me. Perfect. Just...fucking perfect. The both of us got tangled in the strings of the balloon, and I accidentally fell on one since my foot got tangled in that other pile of strings, and the sound of the popping balloons actually scared me.

My vision was literally clouded with big blob of colors.

People around us were laughing, either maniacally or lightly. I pushed the balloons aside, and managed to pop another one. Jake helped me up. "You okay there?" he asked, his lips slightly twitching. I glared at him, and he held both of his hands up in the air.

"Right. I won't laugh."

But as he said that, his eyes suddenly wandered over my chest. Self-consciously, I looked down - and to my horror, the water made my white shirt see-through...and to make things worst than that, I was wearing a thin, cotton bra that got drenched too and showed a bit too much and...

I hugged my body and turned away from Jake. "Well, you don't have to actually stare," I said. He was looking away too. "Er, yeah. Sorry about that."

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked immediately as I saw a pervert grinning down at me. Or rather, my chest. "There's one on each floor," he replied. "I can get you through security," he offered, leading me as I tried my best to cover up.

And Jake, well let's just say his gaze fell on anywhere but me.

When I finally got into the elevator and when Jake went back outside, I hurriedly pressed '40' button. I slid down and squatted on the floor of the elevator, trying to calm myself and forget all about Jake having a full view of my breasts.

For a multimillionaire company, you would think they would pick a good elevator song.

The door finally pings open and...

Holy mother of crap.

Finding the restroom wasn't going to be an easy job. Not with all of these cubicles forming a maze. So I decided to stick to the wall, in case I'll get lost in the middle. The floor was very intimidating. The desks were cluttered with paperwork and folders, there was barely any light in here and as I took a step forward, I might thought that something might jump right at me from somewhere--

Ooh, look. The new edition of OK! Magazine. Without realizing it, I was hovering over the desk, when suddenly a door creaked open. I didn't know why, maybe I thought I looked like someone who was trespassing in the office, looking for ways to bring the Compton Industries down...but I jumped under the small space under the desk.

...Hm, okay. That was a ridiculous thing to do.

"This is great," a girl voice said. I was sure that the voice sounded eerily familiar. "I don't think they're suspecting that the reports that you guys sent in are a total fake!"

A man chuckled lightly. "They're probably sitting in that conference room, thinking things are looking brighter for them!"

Suddenly, a couple of people...maybe around 4 of them, laughed. I felt my heart thudded in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? "As soon as they pitch in with the clients from BCME, we'll take over immediately. Compton would disappear from the face of the earth. I don't know about you, but I think that deserves a celebration."

Oh my god. This was a plan to bury Compton Industries in their grave. I knew BCME was a group based in NYC which deals with real estate business too (this was what you get when the only thing to read in the morning was Brandon's boring copy of newspapers and magazines).

"Well then, let's go out for champagne this evening shall we?" another woman said. The girl from before giggled.

I knew that giggle.

"The meeting would be over soon anyway, I suppose. Let's wait for the director of BCME to give us the latest news eh?" she said, chuckling.

Oh dear god...I knew who that girl was.

As carefully and discreetly as I could, I peeked from under the desk. The same black hair. The same, mischievous green eyes.

No way. No fucking way!