Sold to the billionaire

Hello my name is Rebecca Johnson and I'm 18 years old. I just graduated from high school and my dad told me to pack up my room because we're moving. What I didn't know was it wasn't together. I was dropped off at a mansion after a van picked me up. It was a 6 hour drive from my house. I wasn't exactly sure where we were, but I new we were some where in the mountains. The mansion was the only house I saw up here. If I had to guess the mansion was on 100 acres and had a huge separate garage and a stable with a few horses. As I walked up to the front doors, I was greeted by a guy in a butlers uniform. He led me in to the mansion and I was taken back by the beauty of it. there was a marble staircase in the middle of the room that lead to the second floor. T he colors were gold and cream. The were huge archways with gold trim. The furniture had a old victorian theme to it. The whole first level was immaculate, so not sure what I would be doing here. The butler escorted me to an office in the back of the house. The butler knocked on the door and a loud deep voice said come in and the butler opened the door. Sitting at a desk was an extremely handsome man. He had dark brown hair, olive colored skin, broad shoulders and a chisled jaw. He looked up from his paperwork and motioned for me to come and sit in a chair in front of his desk. Sitting across from him, I get a better look at him and notice he has strikingly blue eyes and the look they're giving me is intense as he studies me. He begins be telling me his name is Christian Thompson. He is a very handsome man and he's built. He has broad shoulders and I can see his muscles through his button up long sleeve shirt. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and I saw tattoos that went down to his wrists. Mr. Thompson looked up at me and I froze. He asked me my name and if I knew why I was here after a few minutes I told him my name was Rebecca Johnson and I was told I was moving here to work. Mr. Thompson's gaze looked puzzled for a moment. When he asked me did your father not tell you about this arrangement? I responded by telling him that all I was told was I would be working for you sir. Mr. Thompson's face scrunched up in frustration and he began to tell me that my father was supposed to tell me the arrangement so I would be ready for when I arrived. Mr. Thompson told me that while I am here I was to do everything and anything he asked. I would be fed, have my own room with a bathroom. I could wear my own clothes and shoes. I could address him and Mr. Thompson or Christian but never sir. Christian told me that my father basically sold me to him to help pay off the mob that was after him for money he borrowed for his company. I wouldn't be getting a paycheck but if I needed personal items I need to let him know and he would get someone to get them for me. I sat there in shock. I couldn't believe that my own father would do something like this. my emotions must have been written all over my face. I was so upset with my father I couldn't even wrap my head around the situation. Since I didn't know this before I arrived, Christian gave me a couple days to get adjusted to the arrangement. Christian asked me if I had any questions and I shook my head no. He told me if I thought of any all I needed to do was ask. I was escorted out of the office and up the stairs to my room. It was as big as my living room at home, well my old house I sinc3bthis is home now. I had a huge king size bed. The bathroom had a big jacuzzi tub and what looked like a 4 person shower. I had a big full length mirror and a decent size closet. The bedroom also has a huge walk in closet. My clothes would barley take up that much space but I only brought what I could carry. Christian did say if I needed something to just ask so might have to ask for some warmer clothes. The colors of the room were the same as downstairs cream and gold. on each side of the bed was a beautiful oak nightstand. I was definitely in awe of the room. I was thinking to myself if I'm going be be a slave, it could be in a worse place. I started to put my clothes away in the closet and the few bathroom items I had a long with me. I started to make a list of the things I noticed I was going to need. The number one item on that list was a journal. After a few hours, I went downstairs looking for the kitchen. As I was walking down the hall I saw Christian. I ran up to him and asked if he could remind me where the kitchen was and he offered to take me since that's where he was heading. I used this time to ask him what he would like me to start with tomorrow and he said some light cleaning in the morning and afternoon and helping with cooking prep. I figured I would not let what my father did consume my thoughts any longer. I was going to start my new life here tomorrow. I was thankful that Christian told me the truth about it and I would start tomorrow instead of waiting. I also gave him my list for things I needed and he smiled. He told me he would get these to me as soon as possible. I thanked him and continued to walk to the kitchen. As we walked in the smell of food had me drooling. I hadn't eaten since breakfast so I was starving. Dinner was beef roast mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, garlic bread and desert was strawberry cheesecake. After dinner, I went to my room and passed out. As I fell asleep, I wondered what type of slave would I be? I laughed when the thought of a s*x slave popped across my mind, but he did say anything and everything he asked.