Labyrinth

Chapter 8

Chloe's POV

We reach their house after only 5 minutes in the car. But those 5 minutes felt like an hour because of the thoughts running through my mind.

"Wait this time." Thomas orders, obviously wanting to be 'chivalrous' and open the door for me. I laugh slightly at his need to be a gentleman. An elegant gentleman.

He fixes his blazer before opening my door for me, holding out his hand, "Thank you, master." I tease. He gives no response except telling me to click the button again and resting his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to the door. Nathaniel must be back already because there's another car in the extensive driveway.

We reach the dark oak entrance of the vast house. Thomas opens the door easily, without unlocking it, confirming that Nate beat us here. Thomas takes me in and up the gracious stair case.

Along the corridor there was no door left open except the ominous black door at the end, which was left slightly ajar. But, Thomas didn't take me to that room. Instead, he turned into the right. The door leads to an office. Bookcases line the walls and a desk sits in the middle dominating the room. There are two windows and in front of each one is a bench with a cushion on it, to make for a comfortable seat. On the far side of the room there are two sofas with a coffee table separating them.

"Take a seat. I'll be back in a second." Thomas states before leaving the room and closing the door. Where does he want me to sit? In front of the desk or on the sofa? I feel awkward standing here but I don't know what to do. I walk over to the left window and take a look at the scenic view. They are so lucky to be able to savour this everyday.

I was so engrossed in my mind, I didn't notice the pair of footsteps getting closer nor the door opening.

"Interesting." I hear Nathaniel mutter.

As soon as the voice reaches my ears, I jump up instinctively, "Jesus Christ." I hold a hand over my chest to attempt to calm my racing heart, with my eyes glued to the floor.

"Are you always this jumpy?" Thomas steps closer, grasping my jaw in his strong hold.

I try to shake my head out of his grasp, "I don't me-"

Nathaniel interrupts me, stepping as close as Thomas, "We didn't ask that, did we?"

Their auras were overpowering as they towered over me. "What did you two want to talk about?" I inquired, almost inaudible.

"Hmm," Thomas hummed. The two shared a look before finally conceding. "Sit." They walked towards one of the sofas. I followed, taking a seat on the opposing sofa.

"Do you want to go over the rules now? We can wait, if you want." Nathaniel reassures me.

"We can do it now." I state as Thomas gets up to retrieve something from the desk.

Thomas returns with a piece of plain paper, a pen and 3 stacks of paper. "Just for your memory," He hands me the plain paper and pen, "You can write it all down."

I roll my eyes at this and take the paper, "Thank you."

"Rule 1: Don't roll your eyes at us." Thomas has a stern look on his face.

"Rule 2:" Nathaniel continues, "Always use your manners and be respectful. That includes calling us by our titles. I like sir, alpha, daddy or master and Thomas like sir, master, owner or Tamer. Are you alright with those?" I nod my head as I continue to write this all down. "Rule 3: Always answer us verbally.

Rule 4: We don't tolerate disobedience, bratty behaviour and talking back. It will only get you punished.

Rule 5: No touching yourself without our permission.