So I happened to have a lot of time today (been writing the whole day), so here's chapter 2. ;)
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Chapter 2
I shaked the spray paint can in my hand, smiling evilly at the black mercedes. I let out a small evil laughter, already picturing the final product of my artwork. This black metallic piece of junk would be anything but black once I’m done with it.
I sprayed the blue paint I’m currently holding all over the car. Then in bright red letters, I sprayed the one word that came to my mind, ‘JERK’. This word describes him perfectly. I added in some green and yellow to make it look more colorful.
After 10 minutes, I stepped back, admiring the final product. I smiled in content, proud of my masterpiece. Ha, that jerk, how dare him make a fool out of me.
I mentally thanked the mid-aged man for his kindness. If he didn’t help the old lady carry her bags across the street, he probably won’t have left his bag of paint on floor. And if he hadn’t done that, I would have been screwed. Although his kindness didn’t do him well, but it did for me, so I’m still thankful. But I am curious, why does he need so many spray paint? Oh well, that isn’t important.
I brought my attention back to the now colorful car. Yup, it looks gorgeous.
“WHAT THE-” My grin widen at his voice.
I turned around to face him.
“If it isn’t the infamous jerk.” I clicked my tongue.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAR?!”
“Oh, nothing serious. I just gave it a tiny bit of shape up by adding some colors. Doesn’t it look way sexier than before?” I teased, enjoying this moment. I could see the jerk’s anger grew at my every word.
“YOU-”
That’s when I can’t take it anymore. I burst into laughter. His facial expression was so hilarious.
That’s right, jerk, you should never mess with Hazel Bryant.
“N-no need to t-thank me.” I choked out through laughter.
When I finally calm down, I brought my attention back to the jerk standing in front of me. To my astonishment, he was no longer furious. On the contrary, a smirk was painted on his face.
“W-why are you-” I uttered out.
His smirk really scares me. This is not normal at all. A few seconds ago, he was fuming with anger and now, he’s smirking so creepily at me. He’s definitely up to no good.
He studied my appearance, from my hair to my feet. Then his smirk grew wider.
He is definitely planning a revenge on me. At a time like this, the best and the smartest thing to do is ESCAPE.
I spun around and tried to walk off as fast as I can, but the rocks on the ground and my bare feet isn’t helping the situation.
“Leaving already?”
I ignored him and kept walking.
I heard his footsteps behind me and within seconds, he’s standing in front of me, evilness gleamed in his eyes.
“You’re not going anywhere until you pay up.”
“P-pay up?” I stammered in confusion. What is he talking about?
“You didn’t think you can damage my car and then run off as if nothing happened, right?”
That’s when it clicked. He wants money. What an idiot. Of course that won’t be a problem. Money is never an issue for me... except now.
Memories of what happened a few days ago came back into me. I ran away from home.
My father, the boss of the Bryant Enterprise, was forcing me to marry the son of one of his business partner, someone that I don’t even know. This led to a heated argument between my dad and I, and as a result, I ran away from home. Of course, I had my credit cards and some cash with me when I left, but then that hobo robbed it from me, leaving me with only $45.09. I doubt that’ll be enough to pay back this bastard but I couldn’t resist to give it a try. My mom always says there’s nothing impossible in this world.
“I only have $45.” I told him.
He gave me a look of disbelief. “Really?”
“Depends. Do you want that extra 9 cents that I have as well?” I answered him sourly.
“Nope, it just shocked me that you even have that extra 9 cents.” He replied sarcastically. “Maybe you can actually afford a decent outfit and a pair of shoes with those 40 bucks, but you’ll need 200 thousands to pay me back.”
“What?! It doesn’t cost that much to wash off the paint!”
“Who said I want to wash off the paint? Even if you wash it off, it won’t be the same anymore.”
“Then what do you want? Buy a new car?” I snapped at him, fury in my tone.
“Of course.”
“You. really. are. a. jerk!” I clenched my fist. His annoying and arrogant attitude is infuriating me.
“What’s wrong? Don’t have the money to pay up?”
I didn’t speak this time and he continued.
“I thought so. I guess you have no choice but to be my slave from now on.”
I looked at him in disbelief. Did he just tell me to be his slave? Nobody tells me, the heiress of the Bryant Enterprise, to be their slave.
“And what if I don’t want to?”
He took a step closer to me, his smirk never leaving his face. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. It’s either that, or I’m reporting you to the police.”
If glares can kill, this jerk would have been dead a billion times already. If I’m sent to the police station, they will most likely call my parents. Sure, mom and dad could probably get me out of this mess and I could go back to live my luxurious life, but that’ll mean I’m agreeing to marry that person that dad picked out for me and no way in hell would I want that. I’m definitely not marrying someone that I don’t even love. I’ll rather be a slave than live an unhappy, loveless life.
“What’s your final decision?” He asked me impatiently. “The police station or be my slave?”
“I’ll... be your slave...” I uttered out those 4 words that will soon send me to hell. I have a feeling I’ll definitely regret my decision later on.
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My Master is a Jerk
Teen Fiction"I guess you have no choice but to be my slave from now on.” I looked at him in disbelief. Did he just tell me to be his slave? Nobody tells me, the heiress of the Bryant Enterprise, to be their slave. “And what if I don’t want to?” He took a step...
