The Arrogant Slave

HER WEIRD TREATMENT

"We shall leave the rest to you, Vice." President said and she obediently nodded. After all the men wearing black suit arranged my things, they all left one-by-one. So it's just me and Andreya all left alone.

"Get inside," she said with authority. I followed her as she walked inside the house.

I'm not sure if this is just a mere house or a mansion. There's no front yard nor gate, the entire lot was occupied by the house. No garden, no backyard.

I followed her and as I looked around, I was lured by how clean and magnificent the whole house was. Not a single dust can be seen. There's a huge flat screen tv with a bracket attached to the wall. The coffee table is in high-technology, it's also a mini refrigerator and it has two charging sockets on the side.

The living room also have a wooden cradle on the left corner. There's a spiral staircase for the second floor access.

I admit that I also came from a rich family, but our house and furnitures are not this extravagant. I also noticed something in her house.

It was quiet… so quiet.

"A-are you living here alone, Andreya?" Why am I stuttering?

I gulped, my throat feels so dry and painful like a dagger is piercing from inside. She suddenly face me that made me slightly jumped backwards.

Did I said something wrong? I feel like my internal organs are shaking from within when our eyes met. I was staring at her eyes for a lot of seconds, and between those time, I forgot to breathe.

"Call me Vice President, Mr. Cortez." That's what she said before stepping into the staircase. My palms and neck are insanely sweating as I followed her.

I noticed that the Student Council Officers don't call each other by their names but by their position. I still have no idea what the names or surnames of the other Officers.

It's amusing, I can't help not to drool over the dirty white wall of the second floor. The floor is made out of shining hardwood. I think I could lose myself in this huge house with tons of doors.

"V-vice President, so are you living here alone?"

"Yes."

"Where's your family?" I asked as we walked through the long hallway.

"In their own house."

"D-does it mean that every member of your family has their own house?" I can't keep myself not to be shocked. In this gigantic house, she's living here alone?

"Oum," she shortly replied.

"What about your maids? I mean, who got to take care of you?" She suddenly stopped from walking that made me stop too. What? Is there something wrong with my words again?

"I don't need anyone but myself." She face me and stared into my eyes while she slowly tilt the doorknob beside her.

Her eyes... it hides thousand of mysteries that made me so curious and drawn to her. I want to swirl inside those eyes.

As she stared into my eyes, I felt like something moved inside of me... that familiar feeling that I tried to burry in the past.

I slightly nod my head to shake off the thought that's running inside. No, she's different... they are not the same.

"This is your room, Mr. Cortez. Everything you need is inside. Please get down at exactly 7pm," she said before leaving me in the second floor. I was scratching my head while entering my so-called room and I got to step back because of surprisement when my so-called room is three times bigger than my previous room.

The bed is wide like a King size one. The bedsheet was colored shooting star and white… an ideal bed for teenagers. The small lamp was attached on the wall in between the bed like you're in a luxurious hotel.

There's no tv and there are only two charging socket inside the room but there are gigantic and tons of bookshelves that almost fill-up the entire room. The number of shelves has reached approximately seven.

I went to the bookshelves and touched it, it's really amazing to think that Vice is the only one here yet everything is dustless.

I went inside the bathroom to check it out and I guess there is much to be expected. There's a transparent glass that separates the sink and the shower. The tiles on the sink is made out of marble and is obviously expensive.

Everything inside is what I need. Soaps, towels, toothbrush, and toothpaste are already set. I started bathing since I only have 25 minutes before 7 o'clock.

I held back my jaw after entering the walk-in closet. Aside from the clothes that I brought, there are also shirts and pants that fits me. There are two school uniforms on the corner and on the bottom drawer, there are shoes that have the same size as mine. Blue underwears and handkerchief are folded neatly inside a large shelf.

Are these all for me? I got dressed with the pajamas that I brought. I still need to confirm if those clothes are mine before having it on.

From the stairs, the appetizing aroma coming from the kitchen filled my nostrils.

I catched a sight of her; organizing thd table while wearing a white apron. The foods on the table are smokingly hot, I feel drooling as I seize the sight of the delicious foods in front of me. Vice cooked two dishes, sizzling squid and meatballs.

"Take a seat," she said before taking off her apron.

"I-i don't understand. I should be the one to cook. I mean, I'm your slave starting today." My brows furrowed.

"My house, my rules. Your duty as a slave is to do anything that I ask and while I still don't have any, you're free to do anything you want as long as you don't cross the line." Being robotic as ever. Her words is filled with precision. I actually wonder why she didn't became the President.

"What about the clothes in my room? Are those for me?"

"Yes, the clothes are all yours. You'll be staying for a month in this house, so it's better you have everything you need."

I can't be more surprise. I was expecting to wash the laundry, being tortured while naked, lock in a cage, got to eat leftovers and anything else that one could possibly imagine in being a slave... but it seems different.

The clothes that the Vice President provided are all brand new, I have my own room, my own free time and delicious foods to eat. I know it sound like being in haven but it got me so confuse.