At Your Service, Master

Chapter Eleven

 The next day Katarina Valentine couldn't help but come back...

"Take this up to my bedroom, can I have tea and biscuits too? I want the biscuits freshly made with cream cheese from Philadelphia"

Mikaela groaned. It was enough knowing that Katy had to stick around because of Nicholas but now that she was moving in, Mikaela was reluctant to be her bitch. "Yes Miss..." Mikaela bowed taking a hot pink luggage in one hand and holding another handbag in the other. "Where will your room be, Miss?"

Katy tapped her chin in thought. "I fancy the room next to Nicholas..." she mumbled. "I want his mother's room" she decided.

Mikaela's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Miss...But that is my room"

"Oh..." Katy frowned with another thoughtful look on her face. "Then move to another room." she resolved and strutted up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Mikaela's jaw dropped to the floor. THAT BITCH...

Mikaela struggled to keep up with Katy as she dragged her luggage behind her and up the stairs.

Just how long does she plan on staying???

Katy burst through the doors of Mikaela's room and instantly fell in love. "Oh I just love how plush this room is~!" she said twirling around and falling on the bed like a princess.

Mikaela scowled. Katy was damn right beautiful, she did look like a princess that would be expected to be sleeping in this room. She was rich too... Mikaela rolled her eyes and dragged her luggage inside. "Would you like me to unpack your things for you?"

Katy flicked her hand in a gesture for Mikaela to carry out the deed. Mikaela shot her a glare knowing she wouldn't see her since she was too busy fantasizing about Nicholas. Mikaela flung the luggage flat on the ground in her anger.

"Careful with that, those came from Paris"

Mikaela snorted mimicking Katy's words silently in a mocking way as she began unzipping the luggage and folding the clothes.

Nicholas entered the room, still buttoning up his polo, his dark hair was still wet and unruly but he still managed to look dashing. He smiled seeing Mikaela on her knees with her back turned to him, his smile faded when he saw Katy on her bed. "K-Katy...?"

Her head propped up and she got up and ran into his arms. "Nicholas, baby! I miss you!"

He forced himself to laugh. "Um...Honey, what are you doing in Abby's room?" he asked seeing Mikaela unpacking Katy's lingeries.

Katy lifted her head to look up at him. "I wanted the room next to you" she pouted like a little kid. "It's okay she doesn't mind" Katy assumed.

Mikaela flinched and restrained herself from ripping that lacy underwear she was holding into pieces. I DON'T MIND...??? Take another look in my head and see just how much I mind you being here!!!

Nicholas glanced at Mikaela's back. Maybe she doesn't mind...She seems like the type to say soemthing if she didn't like something...

"Very well...Mikaela can stay in the maid's quarters down the hall"

Mikaela's eyes widened. She couldn't help but feel disappointed and betrayed. He didn't give a crap about her now that he had his rich supermodel girlfriend. So he was just playing with me...

Mikaela stood abruptly and Katy pulled away from Nicholas. They saw her expression was dark she took a few step towards them and she shoved the underwear in Nicholas's chest that felt more like a punch. He was sent back a bit, and Katy gasped. "It's Mikaela." was all she could say before storming out of the room.