Ariana's POV
It's 1 year later and my life has been quite successful to be honest, is been a week since I've released my recent and most successful album, Dangerous Woman.
I've now understood my importance to this world.
3 weeks ago to be exact I thought, well I felt I'm too important to do this myself, so I've hired butlers, I like to call them slaves but ya know, same thing.
Ugh I'm tired as fuck I need to get home to get my beauty sleep.
"Jones!" I shout.
"Yes Mrs. Grande?" Haha I told him to call me that.
He's lower than me.
"Take me home." I demand.
"Yes Mrs." He says.
He holds my hand and leads me to the limo.
He opens the door and I get in and takes me home.
•Skip Car Drive•
As I get in I yell for Henry, he's one of my slaves,
"Henry! Come to me right now!" I say sternly.
"Yes Mrs?" He asks.
"Tell Ellen I won't be able to come to her interview today I'm ill." I say.
"Okay Miss." He scurries away.
I'm not actually ill, I just can't be asked to go.
I go into my room and strip down, I put on bra and panties and my red silk robe, the same on where that time me and Amb- uh the time where I got it wet.
I put it on and lay on my bed.
"Jessica!" I shout, she's another one of my slaves.
She scurries in and says,
"Yes Mrs?" She asks.
I stick out my feet out for her,
"File my toes, nicely!" I say sternly.
"Yes Mrs, I'll go get my kit." She says.
A few minutes later she comes back.
She sits at the end of my bed and I lay my foot on her lap.
I sigh at the joy I get.
I put my arms above my head and soon fall into a deep sleep.
•1 Hour Later•
I wake up to see it was 5:35pm, hmm slept for around an hour.
I get up and stretch.
As I go downstairs I shout,
"Mario!"
He is my personal chef.
Also another slave.
"Yes Mrs. Grande?"
"What have you made me for dinner?" I ask.
"I have made lasagne." He replied.
"Hmm, okay that's good enough, now go back to work." I instruct.
He quickly goes back to what he was doing.
As I sit down on my couch I shout for Jessica, she's like my personal slave, hence she's a girl.
"Yes Mrs?" She asks.
"Massage now." I say sternly.
I take my robe off and lay in my couch, she starts massaging my back, which felt so nice.
I've been so tired and worn out since releasing my album.
I won't be doing a tour.
I'm too tired.
"Jessica any mail today?" I ask.
"No Mrs." She replies.
Mario comes in all of a sudden.
"Mrs. Grande, your dinner ready and is awaiting on the table." He says.
"I'll be there in a minute." I reply.
He nods his head and goes.
"That's enough now Jessica, you go clean my room now." I demand.
"Yes Mrs." She quickly rushes to my room.
Everyone does as I say.
They're scared of me.
After an incident what happened a few months ago.
I shall not speak of it though...
Not yet anyway..
I realised with all my money I have I could buy anything I wanted, so I bought these people, I now own them, they're my property and they do exactly as I say.
Fame isn't that bad when you can get everything done for you.
"Daniel!" I shout.
He's my guy when I need things from outside, since I'm so famous I can't go out that often since I always get mobbed.
"Yes Mrs. Grande?" He asks.
"Here's my keys." I toss him the keys.
"Go get me some clothes, nice ones, you know my size and my style, if you don't, you know what happens." I smirk and wink at him.
He's handsome as fuck so you know...
I strut round my house seeing everything is good.
I go up to my room Jessica ha adobe an ok job at cleaning, to be honest there was shit everywhere.
I go over to my balcony getting my cigarette packet on my bedside table on the way and my lighter.
I go over put on my balcony and light my cigarette and taking a smoke.
I sit on the chair on my balcony and look at the sunset over the skyline, it reminds me of someone...
Anyway I sit and take various puffs of smoke, if your wondering since I smoke, it was after...that girl left..
I get used to it now..
Suddenly I hear a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I shout, angry already that someone has ruined my relaxing time.
"I-It's Daniel Mrs. Grande." I grin, an evil grin.
"Enter.." I say.
He slowly enters,
"Shut the door behind you and lock it." I say sternly.
"Yes, Mrs." I moan at what he says.
"M-Mrs. Grande I have the clothes you ordered for." He says.
Fuck the clothes.
"Good boy." I say raspy.
"I shall be going then." He says.
"Don't you dare." I say sternly.
"O-Ok." He stutters.
U have my blood red robe wrapped around me.
I get up and strut over to him, my cigarette sticking out my mouth.
He backs up against the wall.
"What did I say about disturbing me at this time?" I say raspily.
I blow the smoke the onto his face making him cough.
He looks down.
I grab his chin looking him dead in the eye.
"What. Did. I. Say?" I croak.
"I-I'm sorry Mrs, it won't happen again." He stammers.
"Good boy.." I growl, I bite his ear and leave the cigarette in my mouth.
It's fun playing with slaves.
"Who do you belong to?" I ask.
"Y-You Mrs. Grande." He stutters.
"Good, now get out." I say.
He scurries out.
Ah that was fun.
I take puff of smoke.
I finish the cigarette and leave on my cigarette plate on my bedside table.
I go downstairs and get my alcohol out the fridge.
I take a massive swig and stumble to the couch.
•Thousands of Massive Swigs Later•
"JESSICA!" I shout.
"Y-Yes Mrs?" She asks.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!" I cry.
I'm drunk.
Jessica flinches.
"I-I don't know w-what your talking about M-Mrs." She flinches.
"Ugh FUCK YOU!" I shout.
I stumble up the stairs, my glass bottle breaks half way.
•2 Hours Later•
I wake up with the most painful headache ever, I look at the clock it's 4:37am.
Wow I slept that early last night.
I take the Advil which we're on my bedside table.
I get up and get out my cigarette and take a wiff.
I go downstairs still smoking my cigarette.
Suddenly I get a call.
A=Ariana S=Scooter
S: Hey Ariana, it's me Scooter.
A: What is it?
S: Come to the studio to record a few songs
A: Can't I'm tired.
S: Please, just one then. Pleasee
A: Ugh fine, be there in 5.
S: Okay thanks, bye.
I hang up after that.
I call Jones.
"Yes Mrs?"
"Get the car and take me to the studio." I demand.
He nods his head and goes the the car.
I get ready and follow after him.
He's waiting next to my door to open it for me.
I get in.
•Skip Car Drive•
"Hey Ariana!" Scooter smiles.
Ugh positivity kills me sometimes.
"Sup, imma head to the recording booth." I say.
"Okay go ahead." He says.
•A Song Later•
I come out with Scooters eyes wide.
"Yes I know I amaze everyone." I roll my eyes.
"A-Ariana, what's happened to your sing..?" He asks.
"What do you mean?" I raise an eyebrow.
"It's gone all croaky and you aren't any of the notes properly, I think you need to quit smoking."
I roll my eyes.
"Never." I say.
I strut out the studio and back home.
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