TAMED

One

The long flight made her nerves shatterd and nauseus. That she was sure jetlag was catching her.

She yawned a little and began massaging her temples when the chauffer announced that they have arrived.

Streching her legs and arms, she told the chauffer to open her door side.

The black tinted limousine was very comfy that she made a mental note to praise the owner of the chateau she will be staying.

When the door was wide open enough for her to slide out, she slowly put on her Dior eye glasses and began extending her right foot. Wearing a hot pink haltered mini dress that was made by Chanel exactly for her, she was soon out of the luxurious car. Exposing her flawless tanned skin on the bright summer sun.

The servants quickly got her suitcases out from the car's compartment as she let her eyes roam around the surroundings. Her soon to be surroundings for quite a long time perhaps.

She freed her long curly blonde from the hat she was wearing as she stood there wearing a very high heeled black stelitto.

France summer time is quite hot and burning.

"Please follow me, my lady.." One of the servant curtsied her and bowed as she lead the way to the grand entrance.

Small smile escaped from her red lips. She was really fascinated by the French way of respect. It's just too formal. She was used to America's bold way of talking whether young or old.

As she walks inside with a swaying hips, her eyes scanned the gold and silver chandeliers hanging on the ceiling.

"Quite a big fortune.." She whisperd to her self with a raised eyebrow.

And while the servants were busy dragging her suitcases that hid her dozens of signatured dresses, her full attention is focused on the nude painting nailed on the wall. She admired the artist way of painting the woman nude that she stood there frozen and stared at it with wide eyes.

"An art lover, I see. Such great taste for a young woman as you, my lady.." The voice was deep and very manly. With a French sexy accent that made her head involuntarily snapped on it's direction.

Standing on the foot of the long golden staircase is a man with blue green eyes. His dark hark is wavy but not long. He had tanned chiseled face with tiny stubbles on it in every side. His plump lips were a shade of dark red enough for her to swallow hard her saliva.

He is wearing a formal grey suite. Just too formal for this kind of whether. She thinks of something that suits him well. Maybe boxers and sleeveless shirt would be better. And a side smirk form on her lips.

The handsome man take few steps towards her still wearing a cheesy smile that can melt hearts of every eve.

"How was your trip? I'm sorry if I was not there to pick you up personally. I got some important errands that I can't postpone.." The voice was thick almost sensual. He tucked his hands inside his pockets and look at her with dazzling eyes.

She never said a word but swallowed hard again and again. If she have been awared of this creature before, she would never argued Mr. Leroy's persistence of going here on France. And she would even offered to flew all by herself as soon as she can.

"No problem..at all. The ride was comfy.." Is all she said as she bite her tongue from spitting a curse. A habit she can't control.

The man extends his right hand to her. And that she did nothing but accept it with her right hand also.

The palm is a little rough. Working hands.

She saw him groaned hard when her grip tightened. And she quicky take hers away.

"I am Patrick Versache. I am your father's caretaker of this house. And I somehow managed his estates here in France. My mother was american so you don't have to worry about your way of speaking, though I won't appreciate any foul words inside the house. The servants here were all French, educated with English language especially for you. To let your stay here be as relaxed as home.." His long agonizing introduction made her dizzy.

That her father owned this grand manor is surely not bound on her knowledge. Or maybe because she never really cared anything except America.

"Oh..so my father was your boss. And since he was already dead, that made me as a new successor to that, right?" She muttered with a tone of delight. She watched the handsome man with battling eyes. In a flirty way.

But he just shrugged his shoulders, not a little attraction can be seen on his oceanic eyes. Which made her think that maybe he's gay or what. Back in America, every guy that being spunned by her eyes were eagier to even kneeled on her front just to get her attention.

She rolled her eyes at the idea. He's just too sexy to be gay.

"No, my lady. I guess you misheard me. It's just your father. And when he died he stated it on his last will that this house as well as his estates here will still remain under my controll. We can not bargain the life of every servants and workers if he...let you managed them.." He stated flatly. As he crossed his arms on his chest.

Her eyes grew wide in sudden shock.

"Bullshit with that sheet of paper! You guys were so damn crazy over it! What's with it anyway, I am his only daughter. Which is just a very good reason for me to have everything he had.." She hissed. Her voice was being heard all over that the servants were all shivering and frightened.

They were not used to the loud talking and yelling.

His face became stiff. And his used to be dazzling eyes were now dark and haunted.

"If you lower your voice, my lady. Your scaring our servants.." The baritone voice was so low and in controlled.

"To hell with them! They're not being paid to listen to the conversation of their master. I own this house. And I will be living it just the way I fucking want!" She spatted. And quickly climbed up on the stairs.

She decided to just yell a servant later and let her being lead to her room.

But she was stopped abrubtly by the powerful arm. The grip was so tight.

"What the hell are you doing?" She said in a yelling manner. What does he want now?

"You've gone too far, Sara. I treated you with respect which was supposed to be the right thing. But your attitude is just so rotten. Your father was right. You needed to be tamed." His roaring voice struck her. The handsome face become dangerous.

Never in her life someone have treated her like this. She was used to the admiration from every guy she met. Not this barbaric way.

"Shit! Your hurting me! And for fucking sake, my name is Sahara not Sara!" She winced as the grip was being tightened everytime she moved.

"You got dirty tongue under that sweet lips of you, my lady. And if you don't want that to be ripped apart, be vigilant on everything that came out from it. Or you will be sorry. You don't know what I'm capable of.. " He slowly mouth the last words sending a chill to her nerves.

She glared at him with blazing eyes. Clearly in shocked. She was just being threatened. Should she call the police? Would they even believe her? If he was the one managing the estates of her father then for sure every government institution knew him.

She harshly grab her arms and quickly turned away. Her heel making loud noises on the floor. But who cares? She was totally pissed off.

She even heard him calling a servant nearby to lead her to her room but she didn't glance back at all. Her heart and pride were too swollen that all she wants is to be at her room and smashed everything on it out of raged.