The Vampire king And His Angel.

10. A New Friend

A middle-aged woman rushed into the room a few minutes later. She was petite, with jet-black hair that stood out against her pale skin. She greeted me with a cheerful "Hello" and a warm smile.

I quickly wiped my eyes and tried to pull myself together.

"Hello, gorgeous Crystal, it's so nice to meet you," she said with enthusiasm.

"Nice to meet you too, ma'am," I replied politely.

"Please, call me Anne," she corrected with a grin.

I smiled back and nodded. "Alright, Anne. Nice to meet you."

"You look completely drained," she said, fussing over me. "You should take a bath to freshen up. I brought you some toiletries, and I'll show you to the bathroom."

I took the bag of toiletries she handed me. "Thank you so much," I said sincerely as she led me to the bathroom.

"Crystal, I also brought you some clothes and underwear. I'll leave them on the bed for you," she added with a smile.

"Okay, thank you. I really appreciate it," I replied from inside the bathroom.

As I heard the door creak shut behind her, I couldn’t help but think about how kind she seemed.

I didn’t waste any time. I turned on the faucet and slid into the bath. The warm water felt like heaven, washing away all the tension in my body. I let out a deep sigh of relief as my muscles relaxed, feeling a spark of energy return to my tired joints.

After brushing my teeth thoroughly, I indulged in a long soak in the bubble-filled bath. It was pure bliss.

When I stepped out, I saw the outfit Anne had left for me on the bed–a blue chiffon blouse, a red pencil skirt, and a sleek black bikini. Everything was neatly arranged like it belonged in a boutique.

I grabbed the body lotion Anne had provided and applied it to my skin before slipping into the bikini. It fit perfectly.

But then, a thought hit me like a truck. How the hell did she know my size?

Oh no. My boss. That’s why he was staring at my boobs earlier! Damn it. I smacked my forehead with my palm, silently cursing my terrible luck. Why do I always end up in these awkward situations around him?

Shaking off the embarrassment, I slipped into the blouse and skirt. They fit like a glove, hugging me in all the right places. As I checked myself out in the mirror, I felt like a whole new person—sophisticated, classy, almost unrecognizable. I twirled a little, grinning at how good I looked.

I’d never owned anything this fancy before. My wardrobe was mostly t-shirts and jeans, nothing remotely close to this level of luxury. Just by touching the fabric, I could tell these clothes cost a fortune.

As I admired myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder, Does he dress all his...slaves like this? What a strange guy.

Anne had even brought a hairdryer, so I dried my hair quickly. She really thought of everything. Then I used the roll-on and cologne she left on the bedside table. The scent was divine—rich, elegant, and expensive.

Feeling refreshed and confident, I took one last look in the mirror before heading out. Thankfully, the door wasn’t locked like I thought it might be.

As soon as I stepped out, I nearly ran into Anne. My heart jumped in surprise.

"Are you done? I was just about to come get you," she said, grinning ear to ear.

"Yes, and thank you so much, Anne," I said, smiling back. "You’ve been so kind."

"Don’t mention it, Crystal," she replied. "I’m just following the boss’s orders. He’s the one behind all this." She gave me a knowing look, and I nodded in acknowledgment.

"You look stunning," she added, her eyes lighting up with approval. "Crystal, you’re absolutely beautiful."

“Thank you,” I smiled shyly. Anne was so generous with her compliments, it was hard not to feel flattered.

"Now come on, let’s get you something to eat," she said, gesturing for me to follow her.

As we walked down a long corridor, I couldn’t help but take in my surroundings. The place was massive, like something out of a history book. The decor screamed Victorian, from the furniture to the curtains and even the wallpaper. It felt like I’d been transported back to 19th-century Europe.

When we entered the sitting room, I was blown away. The sheer size of it made me feel like I was in a palace.

But the kitchen? That was the real shocker. It was huge, easily five times the size of my tiny apartment. I couldn’t believe it.

Inside, an older woman and a young girl were busy cooking. They paused when they saw us, looking surprised at first but then breaking into warm smiles.

The older woman hurried over and exclaimed, "You must be Crystal!"

Anne introduced them. "This is Monica and her daughter, Francesca. They’re the Clan’s chefs."

I reached out for a handshake, but Monica surprised me with a big hug. I froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, but she held on tightly before pulling back with a smile.

"You’re so welcome, beautiful," she said warmly.

"Thank you, Monica," I managed to say, because man I was stunned.

Then I turned to girl, who smiled brightly at me. "Hi, I’m Francesca. It’s so nice to meet you," she said.

"Thank you. It’s lovely to meet you too," I replied, matching her smile.

As I looked at her more closely, I noticed she had a curvy figure and was probably around my age. She wasn’t too tall or too short, just perfectly average in height.

Both Monica and Francesca had that same Italian accent as Lorenzo and my boss.

Anne clapped her hands together. "Alright, I’ll leave her in your care," she said before rushing out of the kitchen.

The second Anne left, Francesca walked up to me, startling me with her speed. "Wait...are you a vampire too?" I asked, genuinely caught off guard.