Betting With Love [On Hold]

Chapter Seven: Master... Brandon Chance?

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[Kristen]

Saturday came too soon. Way too soon. Before I knew it, a maid outfit three sizes too small was delivered onto my doorstep. Whoever this is, must be some sick and perverted bastard. Thinking that I would actually wear that to work. Unless, everyone of his maids wear this... I guess I set my standards way too high for someone my stepmom would work for...

“Kristen! Get your tiny tush down here!” Heather sung from the kitchen. It smelled like cupcakes down here, huh, must be one of those days when she actually cooks edible food. “Coming, Heather!”

I trudged downstairs at half of the force I usually take. What can I say, the smell of baking is intoxicating. I found myself looking at Heather wearing a neon pink apron and a matching chef hat. She looked ridiculous, suffice to say. Dang, I wished I brought my phone down, otherwise, this would have ended up on Instagram. Heather turned around, “Oh, Kristen. Here-”

She tossed me an empty icing bag, and led me over to the rack of cooling cupcakes. She grinned, “Alright deary. Go and finish icing them. They’re for Mr. Chance. So make them good. Otherwise-” Her face was glaring at mine, “You will regret it big time if he ever comes and complains about a thing. Crystal?”

I glared right back, and tried to copy her freakshow grin, “Clear.” The moment I turn away from Heather, I let myself relax. At least I loved cooking. Sure, I loved making everything edible, but baked goods were something that was up my alley. I quickly filled the bag and piped the rich, creamy buttermilk onto the tops. I prayed that this so called, ‘Mr.Chance’ will like cupcakes. Because if he doesn’t, I could get into big trouble by ‘Miss. Happy-go-lucky-baker’ here. Sigh, such a pathetic life I live...

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[Brandon]

“Thanks Marie-” I said to the middle aged woman who was pouring me a glass of wine, “By the way, you have the day off today, find someone to cover your shift.” I swirled the red liquid around the glass. Marie nodded, before leaving my room. I was in my business suit, so I was ultimately in charge. Heck, I hated being like this, but honestly, I have no choice...

The intercom beeped, scaring the shit outta me.

“Yes?” My voice was shaky, “Who is this?”

“Mr. Chance, master would like a word with you down in his office if you don’t mind.” A female voice called out. Aaand, the strict me was back.

“Yes, of course. Do tell him I will be down in just a moment.” I said into the mic before turning the intercom off. God, I wonder what my dad wanted... Today was Saturday, and we usually don’t associate with each other on days that end with y. So it must be important.

I drained the last of the wine before setting it back on the silver tray, it let out a satisfying clunk. I eased myself out of my chair and begun to make my way downstairs.

A crash resounded from the kitchen, and I mentally made a note to go see what it was after I go and see my father. “Jesus Christ! The hell-” Someone cursed from downstairs, her voice echoed down the hall. For some reason, she sounded deadly familiar.

I stopped in front of my dad’s office, and knocked, knowing how much he hated sudden interruptions. “Brandon? Is that you?” I cleared my throat, “Y-yes, it’s me...”