"That fucking guy..." Anthony muttered, "Can you beleive him Sebastian?"
So that was the drivers name. Sebastian.
"No sir i cannot," Sebastian agreed with Anthony like a robot, "Back to your place sir?"
"No, change of plans. First we're going to Violets mansion." he responded back to him in that sexy voice, "I forgot i had to pick her up. Then back to my place."
"Alright sir." Sebastian said back and drove off.
I couldn't help but wonder who Violet was. Is it his girlfriend? His mother? Sister? For all i know it could of been his wife. i couldn't understand why i cared anyway. This man was my owner, and i was just a piece of his property. i had no right to be curious about his personal life.
During the ride Anthony's eyes never left his blackberry. He was either texting or squinting down at the small screen reading with this ‘I can’t believe it’ look on his face. Occasionally he would look up to see if i was still there, but other than that the majority of his time was spent with his phone. This guy really was all about business, i could just tell. I was starting to wonder what his job was, and how'd he get all this money at such a young age.
After about a twenty minute ride, the limo we were in stopped outside of a beautiful rich home. My guess was that this was Violet's mansion, or whatever Anthony had called it. I was lost in thought when a pretty woman opened up the door to the limo. She got inside and gave Anthony a quick peck on his lips. He didn’t even look at her. i felt a sting of jealously when that happened, but it went away almost as quickly as it came.
"Back to your place sir?" Sebastian asked. Anthony grunted, indicating a "yes".
"i've missed you darling." the woman sung in her small voice. She had this pale milky white skin, and bright blonde hair that seemed to blind you. Her eyes were blue and wide, with tons of makeup covering them. She smelt really good. Kind of like flowers. It had to of been a perfume or something.
"Same here." Anthony muttered to her, his eyes on his phone. There was a brief silence in the air that lasted about 30 seconds. Violet looked like she was waiting for Anthony to say something. When he didn’t a look of pure annoyance stained her perfect face.
"Will you get off that damn thing?" the woman sighed leaning back, "Who are you talking to anyway?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Anthony said to her placing the phone into the pocket of his pants, "This is strictly business."
"Well i'm sick of this business always getting in the way of our relationship." she pouted, "You never give me half the attention you give to that phone."
So it was his girlfriend. I didn't really care though, it's not like i liked him or anything...
Anthony didn't say anything back to her. Instead he pulled out a tobacco cigar putting it in his mouth. The minute it was lit he began puffing on it like an addict. The woman dramatically pitched her nose and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ew ew ew." she whined, "Why do you have to do this in the car when i'm here? Don’t you have any respect for me?"
Anthony looked at her then let out a cloud of smoke directly into her face. She coughed and used her manicured hands to try and swat the smoke away.
"My car. I'll smoke if i want." Anthony said turning to look out the window, "If you don't like it get the fuck out."
He was so cold, even to his own girlfriend. The woman looked kind of hurt. After about five seconds of silence, she turned and looked over to me. A look of disgust filled her face and she turned away. Bitch.
"Whose the girl?" she asked Anthony. I had been in the car that entire time, and she had just noticed me. What a dimwit.
"Some girl i bought from a slave auction." he said back to her like i was nothing, then took a long drag of his cigar.
"Some girl you bought from an auction? You say it like its nothing." the woman snarled, "I don't like the idea of you having a slave."
She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for an answer. Anthony acted like he didn't hear her at all, even though i know he did. He pulled out his phone again and looked at it. How rude.
"Well?" the woman said, "I know you heard me Tony."
"Shut up." he spit at her annoyed, "Stop asking me so many fucking questions. All you ever do is nag. Be quiet for once. Sheesh."
I couldn't believe what i was hearing. He was really being an arrogant ass. Even though she was a bitch he had no right to talk to his own girlfriend like that. I was starting to see the type of person he really was. I rotated my body more to the door while pretending I hadn’t been listening. The woman rolled her eyes and looked away from him.
"We have arrived sir." Sebastian said driving forward into two large black gates, leading into a beautiful mansion. It was about twice the size as the girls Violet's, and looked even more gorgeous. Freshly cut green grass covered the entire frontyard, which was almost the size of a football field! In the middle was a path of bricks which led to the door.
Sebastian got out then opened all two doors for everybody. Violet stepped out hooked on Anthony's arm, with a wide annoying smile on her beautiful face. I got out like i was suppose to, my legs were feeling a little wobbly. Must of been my nerves.
Once we were inside i felt kind of relieved. It was awkward being in the car with them, Because i felt like i didn't belong there. In some way I really didn’t. And the way they just ignored my presence like i wasn't even there made it worse. I felt like i was a piece of furniture.
"Sebastian you can leave now." Anthony said shrugging Violet off his arm, "If i need you i'll call you."
Sebastian nodded, took a small bow, then made his way out of the door. Violet was staring at me again with a dirty look. I pretended i didn't know and just gazed off in another direction.
"Violet why don't you go help my mother in the garden?" Anthony suggested to Violet. But i had a feeling it wasn't a suggestion, but more like an order. His eyes held this twinkle of charm in them that I assumed he probably used all the time to manipulate Violet.
Violet bit her bottom lip and frowned. "I wanted to spend some time with you," she whined, "Why can't the slave go do it! Isn't that her job?"
She glared over at me, and i didn't think twice to glare back. This bitch was really getting on my last nerve, and soon she would have me over my limit. Slave or not.
"Just go." Anthony sighed, "My mother needs to have a word with you anyway."
Like a child Violet stomped her foot and marched off. I couldn't help but snicker a little, the girl really was a joke. I didn't understand how Anthony could deal with the witch or how she could even deal with him !
"Sorry about that," Anthony said to me, "Violet is a little jealous of you. I can't really blame her though. Your beautiful. She's afraid you'll steal me away." He chuckled.
Of course i blushed when he said that. It had been a long time since a man had called me beautiful. Last one to call me it was my father. The thought of him and the rest of my family made me sad. But then i thought about it again, and realized i hated them. Anthony must of noticed the look on my face.
"Are you okay?" he asked me staring at me with those eyes. I gulped and nodded.
"Great." he added, “I’m going to have my maid give you a tour of the house. I'm a little busy right now so i can't do it."
I nodded again, my eyes staring at the floor boards. I could hear his footsteps walking towards me. When I looked up he was right by my face just inches away staring directly into my eyes sternly.
“Stop being so tense." he whispered but with a serious tone, "I'd never hurt you."
I shuddered. Should I believe it? I thought. For a split second, I remembered a book I had read 2 years ago. It was about a man who kidnapped a girl for an entire year, and never once had he laid a hand on her. Stuff like that really does happen in real life, but the chances are one out of one hundred. My natural instinct was telling me not to trust this young man, but my heart felt different.
"Okay." i responded back to him in a small voice. He stepped back a little then stared at me. What was with this man and staring! If only he knew how uncomfortable it made me. I tried to stare back at him, and control my breath. It was always so hard.
"You can go anywhere you want in the house." he stated never lifting his deep eyes off of mines, "Just not in the third wing. That’s where my mother stays and she likes her privacy. As for your job, its very simple. Whenever you see a small mess just clean it up. Leave all the vacuuming and scrubbing for my maids. That's it."
What? I didn't think i heard him right. "That's it?"
"Yes that’s it." he replied raising one eyebrow, "What, did you think i would want to have sex with you?"
I didn't say anything back to him. Because truth be told, i kind of did. Because most of the time sex is what these men usually want from their slaves. I simply made an educated assumption without even knowing it myself.
Anthony let out a deep sigh, while running his hand through his black hair brushing it back. My cheeks heated up with embarrassment. I didn't know what to say. It was like he read my mind, because the second he spoke, he knew exactly the right words.
“You don’t have to worry about that.” He said to me making sure I understood, “It’s your body. So you do what you want with it. I’m not going to force you to do anything with that you wouldn’t like. Ok?”
If I said that didn’t make me feel a whole lot better then I’d be lying. Instantly, a huge weight was lifted off my chest just by those 3 sentences. I knew I shouldn’t have felt so carefree with trusting his words, (c’mon I didn’t even know the guy) but it was like my heart wouldn’t listen to me. I trusted him. After all I had no other choice but to.
“Alright.” I said back to him. Before the word came out he was already across the grand living room sitting atop of a red leather couch. He began fumbling through some white papers that laid scattered across his crystal tabletop. I stood there at the doorway not knowing if I should move or not.
“Fuck, I need my glasses.” He muttered to himself and then looked at me. His eyes widened, almost like he was surprised to see standing there. “Well I suppose I should get Alice for you.”
He picked up a walkie-talkie off the table. Clutching the device close to his mouth while holding the button on the side he echoed, “Alice, bring me my glasses. I’m in the first living room. I also have another task I need you to do.” He let the button go. I could hear the fuzzy reply of an “Ok master” from a woman’s voice on the other end.
“Well don’t just stand there.” He said to me putting the device back on the table, “Come and sit down.”
I nodded my head, and trotted across the wooden floor and onto the soft brown carpet. I decided not to sit next to him. It’d be too suffocating. So I took my seat on the sofa across from the one he was sitting on. He must of noticed I did intentionally because he gave me this weird look, but quickly went back to looking over his papers. I shrugged not caring. I used this opportunity to take a look at my surroundings and my “new home”.
Everything that would be in a normal house was there, but it just looked more expensive. Everything looked expensive, including the couches, floors, ceiling fans, lights, television, walls, and everything else. Expensive wasn’t really “homey” to me. I would feel like I’m walking on egg shells. But its not like I really had a choice.
I was in my own little world gawking at this unusual painting on the wall above the TV (trying to figure out what is was), when I heard a woman’s voice.
“Welcome home sir,” she said handing Anthony a pair of glasses, “Anything else?”
Before he spoke, he put on the glasses. I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw what he looked like. They made him look more rich, sophisticated, and astonishingly more intelligent. I have to admit it, glasses or not, he was still gorgeous. He noticed me looking and gave me this handsome grin. I quickly darted my eyes away from him, hoping he couldn’t tell what I was thinking.
When my eyes fell onto Alice I was shocked. I couldn't believe my eyes when i saw what she looked like. I was imagining an old grumpy woman, maybe in her forties, to be the maid named Alice. But instead in front of me was a curvy blonde with big boobs that were practically popping out of her uniform. She was pretty though, but with all those curves she had it would be better to describe her as sexy. She had all of the aspects any man would want.
“Give this girl right here a tour of the house.” He ordered. I noticed his eyes kept flickering back and forth between her eyes and her chest. I couldn’t help but think what a perv!
Alice looked at me with her blue-bird eyes trying to figure out who I was. But I didn’t know her, she was just another unfamiliar face.
“Yessir.” She chirped, “A full tour, or just half?”
“A full tour.” He stated, “Since she’s going to be living here from now on.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” she began, “Who is she?”
“She’s mines.” Anthony grinned, “Now get to it.”
His response didn’t quite answer her question but she didn’t bother to ask again. She nodded,
“Right this way mam’.”
I smiled. She looked nice. I started towards her until Anthony stopped me.
“One more thing Lia.” He said to me.
“Yes?” I asked. I was starting to feel less nervous talking to him now.
"Every time you speak to me i want you to end your question or comment with 'master'." he grinned. Was he serious? i thought to myself. But that devilish look on his face told me he was. I couldn't argue with him because my life was on the line. I was afraid if I said the wrong thing he would just SNAP!
“Okay.” I responded back to him and then turned to Alice.
“Ok what?”
I gritted all my teeth together, “Okay master.”
“Good girl.” He said, “Now leave. I have boats of work to do.”
Anthony's mansion really was something else. I felt like I was inside of Queen Elizabeth’s castle. I mean, I had never seen anything like it! The ceilings were so high that if I screamed the sound would echo back to me. Hanging on them were beautiful crystal chandeliers. Beautiful, big, and probably expensive paintings hung on the flowery walls of the house. His rugs were so soft and clean you’d think they’d never been walked on, and his marble floors were so shiny and polished like glass. Whoever decorated Anthony’s house had a luxurious taste.
Alice was really nice to me just as I had thought she would be. Ever since I was little I’ve always been a good person reader. One time a man tried to pick me up from elementary school telling me he was a good friend of my mother’s and she told him to do it. Instantly I knew something was wrong! I remember crying and begging my teacher not to let him take him. Turns out I was right. Talking to Alice felt as easy as breathing. She was so down to earth, good hearted, and we had a lot of similarities. I could already tell we were going to be good friends. And the idea of having a friend at that stressful point of my life didn’t sound like such a bad idea. It would keep me sane.
“This is the garden.” Alice chimed opening a squeaky glass frame door, and then stepped through. She beckoned for me to do the same thing. By this time she had already showed me the living rooms, dining room, kitchen, and bathrooms. She hadn’t showed me where I’d be sleeping yet. I was silently praying to God that it wasn’t outside or anything. I prayed that Anthony would have to decency to at least let me sleep in a closet.
My eyes widened when i saw what was brought to my eyes in the garden. It was absolutely beautiful. Rows of vegetables, fruits, and many beautiful flowers filled the garden. Great big trees and nicely cut bushes sat around the boarders. It was just gorgeous. As a little girl i had always enjoyed planting and doing other types of gardening. It was my favorite hobby.
"This is just beautiful." I smiled totally amazed, while gaping at all the different kinds of plants.
"Yeah I think so too." Alice smiled plucking a purple flower right out the ground. She brought it to her nose and inhaled.
“I could already tell this is going to be my safe spot.” I smiled liking the idea. I wondered if Anthony would allow me to work there. A frown came upon my face when I assumed he probably wouldn’t. .He had already said something before about his mother doing gardening. Maybe the garden was only for his mother. And I was sure he wouldn't want me to spoil the poor woman's fun.
“So how do you know Anthony?” Alice questioned me interrupting me out of my thought. I turned to look at her. Her pink cheeks and curly blonde bedazzled me, but not in a gay way.
“Um, err well.” I tried to think of how to word my answer, “He bought me.” Was all I could say.
Alice’s eyes grew wider, “You’re a slave?”
I nodded my head, with a fake smile on my face. She looked overly shocked as she stared into open space. I wanted to know what was going through her mind.
“Why are you so surprised?” I eyed her. Did she have something going on with Anthony too?
“Because,” she explained, “He isn’t the type of man to just… go out and purchase a slave. I have a feeling there’s more to it. Did you know him before you were a slave?”
“Nope.” I said certain. I would know if i knew this man in my past. My past was very clear. There were no gapes or periods of times were my memory fell. I definitely would of remembered if i met a man like Anthony. I walked a little closer into the gardening where the pond was. I watched as the little goldfish darted back and forth in the water.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” I told her, rolling my eyes behind her back, “We never met before.”
She looked unsure, “Well ok. Your probably right.”
"She is right." i heard a voice. I turned around and looked to my right. It was Violet. Covering her face was a deadly look of disgust, which made her herself look ugly.
"There is no way Anthony would have any kind of connection with a girl like her." the words sounded like venom coming from her mouth, "A slave? There’s just no way."
"Nobody asked you." Alice hissed at her, defending me. This kind of made me feel this hint of happiness, that i actually had someone i could call my friend.
"Just saying." Violet smiled. Her glare returned to me, and she took a few steps towards my way.
"You." she growled between clenched teeth, "Don't you get any ideas about trying to put your disgusting moves on MY boyfriend. Because if I find out, you will be gone like that!"
She snapped her two fingers together trying to make it dramatic. I rolled my eyes turning my face back towards the pond. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with some snobby rich bitch.
"Oh you don't have to worry." I said to her, "He's not my type." Utter lie!
"I hope so." she replied evilly, "Just know that I WILL be watching you. Even if it’s not me. I know people."
Then just like that she marched off back out into the garden. Her flat ass shaking behind her like a horse.
"Was that threat supposed to scare me?” "I announced to Alice, clearly annoyed.
“Don’t let her get to you.” Alice said to me, “Just ignore her.”
“I plan to.” I retorted, “Now could you please show me where I’ll be sleeping?”
The intensity was killing me. I had to know.
During the walk to my room, we had to go up some stairs. Once at the top we were standing in front of a huge double door. This couldn't of been the door to my room.
"Is this it?" i asked looking up, feeling small beside the door that looked like i was made for a giant.
"Of course not." Alice laughed, "I was just showing you that this is the master's room. Yours is over here."
She took a few steps to the right then stopped at a regularly sized room, which was directly diagonally from the master's chamber, what a surprise
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Thanks for reading ! I re-edited this chapter btw to make it better. But not much has changed. COMMENTS AND VOTES ARE APPRECIATED ! <3