My Master is a Jerk

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Where are we going" I asked the jerk next to me.

It has been 10 minutes since the incident in the parking lot and now, I'm currently in the jerk's very colorful car. I really do like the car. I mean, after all, it is my production and the word "Jerk" really does describe him.

"My house."

I swiftly turned my head to face him. "Already?"

Crap, did I really just asked him that? Way to go Hazel. He was totally planning to take you out for lunch and then buy you some more Starbucks. What kind of stupid question was that?

"Why? I'm sure you don't have any other luggage we need to pick up, right?" A smirk made its way to his face.

"Can you stop treating me like a hobo. For the last time, I'm not one, okay?"

This hobo treatment is seriously getting on my nerves. I've never been treated so lowly in my life before.

"You don't seem like you're not one."

I groaned internally. I swear one day, I will end up choking the life out of this jerk. Stabbing him with knife is also a really good option. He annoys the hell out of me!

The rest of the ride was drove in silence. Neither of us want to talk to the other or at least I don't.

This silence gave me the opportunity to think. It's actually a good thing that he is taking me in as a slave. Not the slave part, but the taking in part. At least I'll have somewhere to sleep now. I sure don't want to sleep on the streets.

This is all dad's fault. Why did he have to arrange a marriage for me? He was the one that always claims that he loves me blah blah blah much but now, look at this, he is sending his one, and only daughter to her doom.

The car came to stop, directing my attention to the huge mansion size house in front of me. This jerk must really be rich.

He opened the door and stepped out, not even bothering to act like a gentleman by opening my door for me.

"Welcome back, Reece." A mid-aged man greeted the jerk.

Reece? So his name is Reece? That name actually fits him, a sexy name for a sexy guy...

Hazel! Snap out of it! This jerk is not someone that you should lust after! He is a total arrogant and self-centered dickhead.

"Joseph, take the car to the garage and make sure to leave it untouched," Reece ordered the man, whose name seem to be Joseph. "just in case this brat tries to go back on her words."

"I'm not a person to go back on my wor-"

"Also, make sure to get me a lamborghini. Color must be black. You decide. Make sure it arrives by next week." Reece interrupted.

Jerk!

Joseph obeyed Reece without a word and immediately do what he was told.

He went in the front door and I followed behind. He led me to kitchen and talked to an lady who seems to be in her fifties.

"Mariana, what's there to eat?"

The lady, Mariana turned away from the stove and faced Reece, greeting him politely before answering his question.

"Dinner will be ready in an hour or so, but if you're hungry, I can make you a sandwich for you to munch on."

"A sandwich is fine."

"The usual chicken filling?"

Reece nodded lazily.

"And what about you, dear?" Mariana directed her attention to me, smiling as she took in my appearance. I thank her mentally for not judging me as she continues to hold that smile. "You must be Reece's friend. It's really rare for him to bring a friend home."

"Don't mistaken, Mariana. She's the new maid." Reece clarified my identify as soon as Mariana ended her sentence.

Well, isn't he in a hurry to cut all ties with me.

"Oh, but I thought..." Mariana began but decided to not continue her sentence. "Honey, what is your name?"

"Hazel." I answered her with a matching polite smile of my own.

I've decided I like Mariana. She didn't judge me for what I was or what I look like. How can an angel even last hours under the same roof as the devil? The devil being the jerk who happens to be have taken the name Reece.

"Hazel." Mariana said my name, as if tasting it for the first time. "What a beautiful name. It fits you perfectly, dear."

I smiled shyly at her compliment, murmuring thanks to her. Not that I’ve never been complimented before, but I’m still not used to being praised by someone I just met moments ago.

"Alright Hazel dear, what would you want your sandwich to be?"

"Chicken is fine for me as well."

"Mariana, there's no need to treat her so nice. She's just a maid after all, not a guest." Reece had changed his earlier position and is now leaning against the wall with a bored expression.

I glared at him, hating him in every passing second.

Seems like I wasn't the only one that is unhappy with his remark, as I caught Mariana also throwing him a displeased look.

"Fine, do whatever you want." Reece turned his back on us and started to exit the kitchen. "You coming or not?"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

I followed him up the steps to the second floor, with Mariana hollering after us that our sandwiches would be ready in 10 minutes.

Once arrived to the second floor, Reece walked to a door and motioned me to come closer.

"This will be your room from now on." He told me.

Then he pointed to a room a few feet away. "And that is my room."

He turned his heels and began to walk towards his room but before he disappears behind those doors he ordered "Go downstairs and help Mariana prepare for dinner, slave."

"Do I have to? I can't cook for life!" I protested.

"A slave have to do what a slave got to do."

"You just enjoy torturing me, don't you?" I groaned in defeat.

"Isn't that obvious, no one can damage my car and get away with it." He smirked arrogantly, concluding our conversation as he closed the door behind him.

Argh, I hate him so much!

I walked down the steps and into the kitchen.

"Mariana, do you need help?"

"Oh, Hazel honey, you don't need to."

"But the jerk told me to h-" I stopped myself. I really shouldn't call him a jerk in front of Mariana. I don't want her to think I'm a spoiled brat who criticise her young master.

Mariana gave out a small laugh. "It's alright sweetly. Reece can be quite arrogant sometimes, but deep down, he's a really nice and sweet boy."

Really deep down, probably a infinite feet down.

"Hazel honey, can you bring the sandwich to Reece? Also, here's your serving. You can help me out with dinner when you finish eating, alright?" Mariana winked at me before sending me off to the devil.

* * * 30 minutes later * * *

The kitchen is a mess. Food is everywhere, dozens of uncleaned dishes covers all empty space, and pieces of broken plates filled the floor. This is the masterpiece of Hazel Bryant.

“I’m so sorry, Mariana. I didn’t mean to...” I quickly went to help her clean up the mess I created. I’m really hate myself for being clumsy. I sincerely wanted to help Mariana, but instead, I created more work for her.

Looking at the mess, I groaned internally. This slavery thing is going to be tough as hell. What in the world have I got myself into?