I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [35; End] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

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"And they didn't kick you out?" Brandon said, unable to stop a grin touching his lips. "I know!" I exclaimed excitedly, careful to leave out the detail about Evelyn. To be honest, I'd rather he didn't know about that.

Not like I talked to Evelyn earlier anyway. I just gripped to Jake's sleeves like my life depended on it.

Judging by what I've done, my life would literally depend on it.

"Nope," I replied, patting his tie. "There, done."

A few hours ago, after I went back home all tired, sweaty and exhausted, Brandon pushed me to my room and asked (or rather, demanded) me to get ready for some event with...what was that guy name? Hugh?

"Oh look. It's not a swan look-a-like anymore," he said in mock amazement. I hit his arm repeatedly. I seriously didn't need any reminding of how terrible my skills were. His arms slid around my waist and pulled me close. "Let's crash some party then."

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"You could survive this?" I whispered, hitting my head on his shoulder. "I've yawned like 50 times in the past five minutes!"

The music was boring. The food was so itsy bitsy tiny that you couldn't even taste it. Who the hell would want to eat 1/4 of a shrimp!? It was ridiculously unsatisfying. I ended up taking the entire tray, but some old lady thought that I was the waitress and grabbed the shrimps.

Brandon pecked me on the lips. "I'm sorry you have to come along with me," he said, half-teasingly. I frowned and looked straight to the woman in a white cocktail dress talking to some important-looking men and women. "I'm more sorry towards Dahlia."

"Brandon Compton!" a voice exclaimed loudly. We turned around and saw a man around 40 years of age, probably, striding towards us as if he owned the mansion. "Mr. Reid," Brandon replied politely.

Oh yeah, he owned the place.

"You've grown into a fine young man, boy," he said, patting Brandon's back. Hugh Reid looked like a...man...

Describing him with one adjective was impossible. He had brown, ridiculously stiff hair that looked as if it was drowning in a sea of hair gel. His black eyes were small, but once he turned his gaze to you, it was as if he could penetrate your thoughts.

He had a huge air of arrogance and authority surrounding him, that's for sure.

"And who is this young lady?" Mr. Reid said, his eyes twinkling in...delight? Possibly?

"I'm Samantha Bennett," I said, flashing a grin. "How are--"

"SAMANTHA!"

I could tell the man didn't need a microphone when he went on public speeches. "Er, yes," I said, flashing a distressed look towards Brandon who looked amused but stressed out at the same time. "Aren't you a fine beauty?" he said and then he literally seized my arm and dragged me towards him.

Trust me, Brandon looked as flabbergasted as I was. But when I was still dazed, his expression morphed into something more aggressive - like a cougar ready to pounce. A blonde cougar. Mmm...

Focus, Samantha.

He turned me around, keeping his arm around my waist. Too low down my waist, actually. I twisted my arm back and tried to keep his hand on my back, not my ass. "This your new playmate, Brandon?"

"Girlfriend," Brandon corrected him, glaring. "And if you'll excuse us, we have to regroup with Miss Kemp--"

As Brandon tried to take me back from Hugh, he pulled me closer to him. And I could smell the whisky in his breath. Oh god, I think I was going to be sick. "How old are you, love?" he muttered, playing with a strand of my hair.

"17. I really need to go," I said, trying my best to force a smile. I couldn't. I ended up looking like a female gorilla that was punched in the stomach. "Mmm, still young...still...innocent--"

"Okay then!" Brandon cut him off immediately. "Oh come on Compton," he said, faking a pout. "Let me have her for the night. I'll pay you," he said, his eyes never leaving my...chest.

If I wasn't trying to 'behave' (Brandon's instructions) and be a proper socialite, I would have punched him right there and then. Sheesh, the nerve of that asshole--

"Brandon!" Dahlia gasped, and I staggered backward when Hugh fell on his back. People around us started to stop what they were doing and look at us as. Hugh who had a red mark on his jaw glared at Brandon.

He flexed his shoulders and straightened his jacket. "Dahlia, call the chauffeur," he said calmly. "But Brandon, the meeting with--"

"Screw it. No," he added quickly when Dahlia opened her mouth to protest. "No. I don't care if my father would probably kill me for this. You could stay if you want, whatever. I couldn't stand a minute in this god forsaken, shitty place," he said loudly, sarcastically smiling towards Hugh who was getting up.

"And you," Brandon said, turning towards Hugh. "I could sue your ass to oblivion for sexual harassment. I've done it before, I can do it again. Lay a finger on her again, and you'll be pissing through a tube screwed to your fucking dick."

And with that said, he lightly pulled me outside and I obediently followed.

"You've actually sued someone?"

"Not directly..." he admitted, giving me a wary smile. "Remember the H&L case?"

"Oh!"

When we were finally outside, waiting for the car to arrive in front of the huge gate, I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him. "Thanks," I said. "I could've done it myself you know...like, punch him."

He intertwined his fingers with mine and his lips softly touched my knuckles. "Mmm, I guess you're just one second too late then. Lucky me," he said, grinning devilishly. I laughed and he placed a finger under my chin before kissing me again.

"What are you going to do after this?" I asked, still in his arms. "You know your father is going to kill you," I joked, giggling. He shook his head and grinned. "Not if I kill him first."

"What?"

He took out his phone and wave it around in front of me before dialing a number. Richard Compton's voice greeted us on the loudspeakers. "What the hell were you thinking?!" was his greeting. "Kemp called me you fucking idiot and--"

"I quit."

"Don't you joke around with me you--"

"I don't care. I want to quit. I will quit. I'm 17, I have a whole life ahead of me," he said, and I beamed proudly. No, seriously; so proud that my cheeks were starting to hurt. "I'm spending the rest of the summer with Andrea and Samantha...and probably ask the parents of her friends to let them come with us."

IN EUROPE?!? OH MY GOSH!

Keep cool. Calm. Yup, it was only Europe. And I could go to the Great Britain...and maybe...go to Surrey.

"Brandon, are you out of your mind?" Richard seethed. "You're going to come back right here right now and--"

"I'll see you later," he said casually and hung up. "This doesn't mean that I'm not going to go back to the company," he said quickly, turning his attention towards me again. "Maybe in a couple years..."

"I love you," I blurt out impatiently. Then I repeated it at least 20 times, showering him with kisses. Damn, I didn't know why but I was so proud of him. And quitting over the phone was just too priceless. I kind of pitied Richard though, he was a nice man...in truth.

"I love you more, Samantha Bennett," he muttered, his eyes twinkling in excitement. I grinned and kissed him again.

"That's not possible, Mr. Compton."