Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I literally ran from the Cafeteria to the supposed man outside. On my way, I was praying it wasn't who I was thinking. When I reached outside, I stood at the corner of our entrance door and scanned the schoolyard for any familiar face. I didn't see any.

I climbed down from the porch to the terrace and paused when I saw a G_69 Wagon packed in a corner with a man in a dark suit and black shade standing close to it. This is flabbergasting. Why would he come to my school in broad daylight to look for me? He should have called me or at least waited until I left school. I instinctively looked around to make sure no one was looking.

The hunky man in black shade waved me forward and I took slow steps to the car. I was fumbling with my hands, I knew that. I did that whenever I was nervous. I turned again to look back and caught Mandy hidden behind the translucent glass looking at us. Urgh! I knew she would follow.

“Good day, Ms. Briggs” the man greeted. I nodded and looked inside the car hoping to see Mr. summer eyes so I can give him a piece of my mind. He couldn't stalk me in this manner. I told him I was gonna think about his proposal. I had planned to call him once I'm back from school but now he is acting all pricky.

“He isn't here. He said we should bring you to the house after school. So we wait till you are done”

Wow. He isn't here. He sent his dogs to come to get me. Isn't that spiffy? Why are rich people often prickheads? Without calling, he just sends some hunky idiots to my school to come to sweep me off without prior knowledge, like his whore or what?

I whittled my head around to tell the black shade guy to go fuck himself but my mind went to my bills and budget and immediately, I cleared my throat, removing every pride that was stuck within. This is not forever right? Just for the money. He thinks he would marshal out commands and want them met, then we can play this game.

“Fine. Five minutes.” I turned without waiting for him to respond and matched off the way I came. I met with Mandy halfway as I climbed the porch “ girl, I envy you right now, this man is already feeling possessive over you in just one night?”

“Mandy I have to go,” I said in response. She had a confused look on. “Why?”

“The hunky guy said his boss said he should bring me to his house after school. I just have to go. You would have to help me submit the record to Miss Fleming please” I told her and pouted so she would agree. “You know she likes you for reasons beyond me”

She chuckled. “That's because I excuse her snobbish character and call her sweet names. The woman is so vain” she said in a drift.

“Okay, I will hand them to you, in exchange, I will make your favorite bolognese spaghetti tonight” she glimmered. I knew her weakness.

Food.

We walked the remaining way in quiet. I could spot the curious looks of students as we walked past them, which meant only one thing, they knew about the men outside. Gregory! That filthy loose mouth.

“Okay, take care of yourself like you always tell me,” Mandy said to me. I smiled when I saw the sad look on her face. This is the first time I'm leaving school before its closure for the day.

“You too” I hugged and pecked her chin. She giggled and let me go.

When I came out again, I had no smile on. They opened the door of the car and I entered and waited for the man to join us in front before the car drove out from the school’s flowered driveway. The only thing I admired about this citadel.

“So he said I should give you this while coming” The hunky man reached out a document to me which I nervously took, wondering what it was.

“What is this?” I said my thought aloud but the man didn't answer. I guess he had done the job they directed him to. Give me the document.

I perused through it and froze. An agreement document. On the first page said if I am in the car with them, it meant I have agreed to be his private pet. Holy moly! I looked up to ask the hunky guy why he didn't tell me the condition back in school but decided against it. That would only connote foolery. After all, I wasn't forced, was I?

I exhaled and patiently skimmed through the document. I wanted to take my time so as not to be met with any surprises in the future. Cos seems I'm in already. By the way, I could still decline. This was a common document nothing serious.

The first and most important rule is, you would call me daddy.

Secondly, no strings attached. Just for the fun and satiation of our various needs. I foot your bills and in exchange, you submit to my sexual needs.

The contract is not supposed to be in any form of relationship during this negotiation or a mutually beneficial relationship.

Any breach of the above-written law, and there would be a deduction in the monthly allowances.

Contracted would be required to sleep in the client's house every night during the course of this affair.

I paused and took in air. Am I expected to obey each of these laws or was it just for formality's sake? Call him Daddy. What the fuck is the man's flair for Daddy?

How am I expected to call him Daddy? He is not my goddamn dad. And then I'm also expected to sleep in his house. For fuck sake, how does he expect me to sleep in his house every night and still expect me not to grow feelings? Is he a monster?

“Sorry excuse me Mr. hunky, can I ask a question?” I rapped at the division between the driver's position and the back of the car. He didn't bulge. If he heard me, I didn't know.

This is absolutely ridiculous. I can't speak to a fucken driver or a bodyguard. What if I'm being kidnapped. I frantically looked about me. I dropped the document and tried to tighten my belt in case I feel the need to run for my life.

After driving for what seemed like ages, the car finally slipped down a driveway that had more beautiful flowers and trees lining its pathway. If I had admired my school's crafted tree's work, these artificial flower designs had me awed and mesmerized. Uhmm, I liked it here.

The car pulled to a stop when we passed a tall decorated brown gate. The doors flipped open and I took that as a cue to alight. I contemplated running, but even though I ran, where would I run to.

I raked my eyes around the compound in appreciation. The aesthetic was very beautiful. A tall mansion stood in the center of the land, filled with matte shrubberies. It was magnificent. I could imagine myself living in such a beautiful place with so many trees and flowers. I Inhaled the sweet flower scent and lingered when I saw the dubious look of the bodyguard who it seems has been waiting for me to finish my assessment.

He walked off without waiting further. I jogged after him my eyes still scanning my location. “He may be in a meeting by now. So you would have to wait for him to be done” that was the only thing he had said since bringing me from the school and he had a stoic mask on while talking that you wouldn't be able to read his expression.

“Cool”

We entered the house as it was opened by someone I deduce to be the butler. He bowed and walked off to another part of the house. I redirected my eyes from him to look at the paradise I'd stepped in.

This house looked like it was fashioned out straight from a portion of Disneyland. It was so breathtaking. The tapestries were ominous and yet undiscernible. A quaint sublime of ash and milk mixed together with a splash and yet subtly done in a tranquil feature that is appealing to the eyes. The ground was a marble stone tinged in darkness and a tinge of white, which was vague.

I followed the movement of the spiraling light fixtures that ended at the beginning of a huge unfathomable chandelier, looking like it was about to bounce off the roof but when keenly observed was held tightly to a pole.

“You can wait here. Antonio would attend to you” the bodyguard said and walked away. I sat in the plush, very soft to the butt, leather grey chair, and waited for whoever Anthonio was.

The same man that had opened the door for us when we entered, soon came back to me, this time wearing a white apron with his chef cap on his head. “If you don't mind Ms, Please come this way” his Canadian accent bounced off the air to me.

“Yes, thank you” I hastily followed him out of the living room to a place I later deduced to be the dining.

“What would I serve you? The master said you should be very settled and attended to while he is busy.” he had a sweet sinless smile on.

“Anything that your kitchen wouldn't mind sharing with a sweet damsel like me, would do. Thanks” he bobbed a bow and ran off.

Dramatic.

I sat with my fingers idly tapping on the dining as I waited for him to come out. I kept on checking out the place. The dining didn't lack in the ornamental decor. It was a plain whitewashed wall with a Meridian wall clock hung on the forefront of it. The table stretched to the extreme north and could contain about fifty persons and more if counted.

This dining alone could pass for my bedroom, kitchen, and some part of my living room if not my entire house. Humph! God, this is my dream home. If only...

“Here we go” I was wrenched out of my daydream by the said butler and now chef.

“I hope you enjoy this. It's a Spanish dish discovered in the 18th century by one award-winning chef who happened to be my namesake Antonio Detroit. I had practiced ever since to perfect my skill in the making of this delicious, yet not-so-satiating cuisine. Tell me what you think about it” he tapped on the table once before dashing off.

I had been watching him give me a narration of how this simple dish, I was about to eat originated. He appears nice. Unlike stoned face bodyguard.

I opened the black dome to expose the dish laying within, and my breath hitched at the sweet sight that greeted me. The way and manner he decorated this so-called Spaniard dish alone, will make you crave its ravishing. I picked up the spoon with my eyes fixed on the dish and took the first taste. I closed my eyes and savored the great flavor of the tasty meal. It's just as he had said. Tremendous.

I delved in and paid justice to the meal. I didn't want to spoil his craftmanship on the plate, so I followed the arrangement slowly, even though all I wanted to do was devour every bit of the dish in a sweep.

“If every meal is absorbed in that candor, then I might never need the plea of my chef to savor a great one” I felt the air I had managed to take in, knock out of me and my heart increased in one thousand mili seconds.

Summer eyes.