100 POINTS [COMPLETED]

1. Brat

"You're late." I frowned while looking at the clock. It was dark outside, and I did not want him to come late.

"No, I'm not," he said, kneeling on my floor beside my feet.

He kept his gaze lowered, and I grabbed his hair to make him look up. He winced at the pain, but I couldn't care less.

"Arguing with the mistress, are we?" I asked, giving him my most stern look. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and shrank back. I released his hair with a jerk of his head.

"Sorry, mistress," he mumbled.

"Not enough."

I studied him for a while before speaking again.

"You've been forgetful and bratty for the past few days, and I do not like this leniency you have become used to," I said, noticing the subtle tensing of his shoulders.

"We're doing something about it. I have decided that from now on, I will give you points for everything good that you do and negative points for every time you forget something or when you're being a brat. Tell me you understand."

"I understand, mistress."

"When you reach 100 points, I will give you a reward of your choice. But if you are not able to achieve it within two months, then I will give you a punishment of my choice."

He gulped. "I understand, mistress."

"What reward do you want at the end of it?" I asked.

He thought for a while, but I could see that he wasn't able to decide on one thing. At the back of my mind, I knew what he would ask for. In my heart, I knew that I should grant it to him, but I was scared.

Even six months later, all of this was still new to me. I was not used to being the way I was with him. This man had crumbled my walls one by one, and I did not see it happen until it was too late.

"Can I get some time to think about it, mistress?" He asked.

I sighed. No matter how much time he takes, I knew the answer to my question, but I was glad that I wouldn't have to deny that to him right now.

"Yes, baby. Take all the time you need," I said softly. "Now go make dinner."

He chuckled. "So am I forgiven?"

"Yup, but don't get used to it." I lifted my feet and placed them on the table in front of the sofa, flipping through channels with the remote. I was so engrossed in it that I did not notice when he rounded the sofa and came to stand behind it.

"Will you let me be your table after dinner?" He whispered in my ear, and goosebumps ran down my arms.

"Yes," I said breathlessly. He nibbed at my ear, and I arched my back.

"After dinner," he whispered once again before leaving.

"Tell me if you need any help," I shouted behind him.

"Please, you're terrible in kitchen." I could imagine him rolling his eyes while saying those words, and it was my turn to chuckle.

I had tried to help him once, and I ended up burning all the chapatis. He never let me set foot in the kitchen again. Not that he would let me, even if I could cook.

He worshipped me, literally and figuratively. The notion of my doing any physical work made him go diabolic and he insisted on doing it himself. Honestly, I did not know how I even found him.

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"I'm so tired, but I have to update a chapter on Wattpad today. The readers are asking for it," I said, yawning because, truth be told, my medicines take a toll on me.