“Welcome home, young master,” the butler bowed a perfect 45 degree.
“What the hell?”
That guy just maintained his smirk and walked ahead, “Follow me. My dad wants to talk to you.”
I raised a brow. His dad wanted to talk to me? I spoke no further as I just simply followed him. I decided it would be the best in a situation like this. I mean, I just read this book from wattpad entitled ‘TALK BACK AND YOU’RE DEAD’. I swear this guy is like TOP, the gangster and the main male character in that story. So cliché…
I looked around as I entered his *ahem*mansion*ahem* house. It looked so well maintained. The walls inside were clean, the place was neat, and everything was so formal. Is this guy a prince or something?
He told me to drink or eat or use the bathroom before meeting his father. I refused his offer but he pressed on. I finally gave up. This was his territory - a territory that I am very well unacquainted of.
He led me to the kitchen and I saw chefs everywhere. A man who looked like the Head Chef walked towards us and bowed in the same way the butler just did a while ago.
“What can I do for you, young master? Are you hungry? A beer maybe?” he asked.
The chef had short cropped blond hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing glasses but it didn’t make him look like a nerd but a professional. He was as tall as the bastard but his aura is a little calmer and gentle.
“Get her anything she wants,” he said plainly.
He smiled and nodded. He led me to the counter and told me to order anything and he and the rest would make it. But before I managed to say anything else, the bastard walked towards us.
“I’ll be leaving her here. Take good care of her. I just need to find fratello.”
‘Fratello? What does he mean? Is that a code or another language?’
“Si, young master,” was what the Head Chef said before the bastard left.
I looked at the man standing in front of me, “Who’s ‘fratello’?”
He laughed, “It’s Italian, madam. He means to look for his older brother.”
“Italian? Really?” I raised a brow. ‘Impressive… so he can speak another language.’
I just told the chief that I wanted some Lasagna and mango shake. He told me that I shouldn’t underestimate his ability to cook but I told him that it was fine. He nodded and went on his way. I could smell the smell of different food and the scent of different spices loitered around the air.
‘It smells so good… >~<’
“Here you go, madam.”
I snapped back and saw my desired food on the counter in front of me. Sure I said I wanted Lasagna but I have never seen a much more high class looking one like this before. I bet that if this is served in a restaurant, it would cost the wallet to have a hole.
“Are you sure I can eat this? This looks so… high-class and expensive…” (-.-‘)
I feel bad if I have to ruin the beauty of the appearance of the food presentation…
“Hahaha! You don’t need to worry madam. You can eat it. If you would still want some more, I am happy to serve you,” he said politely.
I thanked for the food and hesitantly sliced a small portion. I took a bite.
(-.-) “…”
“I’M IN HEAVEN!!!” (^o^) The chefs laughed at my reaction.
“We are glad that you enjoyed it that much, madam,” the Head smiled.
I wasted no time in finishing it all and in the end, I managed to finish 3 servings of Lasagna and 2 mango shakes. You can’t blame me for tasting heaven’s food!
“Are you done?”
I turned round and my happy world ended in a second. ‘That bastard…’
I stood up and thanked the chefs before leaving with the bastard. I hate him. He ruined my peaceful and happy life. I would never ever be able to eat that kind of food ever again. I should’ve asked if I can take some home. Or perhaps get the recipe…
“Just remember to be polite and listen. Don’t talk when not permitted to by father, understood?” he said without looking back at me.
I snapped back to reality. ‘Oh yeah... Bastard’s father wants to talk to me…’
I nodded.
We finally stopped in front of a huge mahogany double door. He knocked and opened the door. He entered first, obviously. I gulped and took a step inside. The inside was so cool and wtf? Is that a real gun?!
There, in the head chair, sat a man who looked like in his 50’s holding a long sniper gun that was attached with a silencer. I want to leave. NOW.
That irritating guy told me to sit in one of the chairs that were placed across of that man. I took the one on the left while he stood next to his dad.
“Father, this is her.”
'I'm such in deep shit...'
