It All Started With A Bet

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"Welcome..."

Wow. That Mafia's son stuff didn't feel like overthinking right now. The way he was sitting on the chair looking at me made me feel very conscious of the way I stood in front of him.

"You're late." He said . His voice ,so deep .How did I miss it in class ?

" Patrick was...." I tried to explain but he cut me with a wave of his hand. "I honestly don't care. Go home."

I kept quiet and just looked at him. What could I even say ? "You are 5 hours late. Even after I asked you not to be late.." He was clearly annoyed.

"I didn't mean to be late." I said quietly. I felt like a little kid who just got scolded for not being able to perform some simple task.

"It's quite late.You should go home." I couldn't make out if he really wanted me to go or he was just saying it to make me stay. Either ways I had made up mind to get this silly little bet done and in retrospect it was the best choice.

"Maybe you could tell me why you called me at 3 and then I could leave." This statement was bound to get some sort off reaction.

"I called you at 3 to go over the rules For the next three weeks."

"Rules? What do you mean rules ?"

"Well all slaves have rules right. " His annoyed expression slowly morphed into a grin and ended with a cheeky wink.

"Grab that paper and pen from the desk over there and start writing." As I moved to get the stationary he got up and placed a chair for me , right in front of his throne chair.

And he started :
•Adabelle will address Randall as Sir or Master in private . When in public the Sir can select whether he needs to be addressed appropriately.

•Randall can call on Adabelle at any time , which implies she should be always available , which would involve keeping her phone always charged and on her.

• Till she is a slave , Adabelle can not and will not disrespect her Master in any way . Which means she cannot interupt or disturb Randall in any way .

•If any of the above rules are broken the Master can select an apt punishment for his Slave.

"Bring me the paper." He commanded . His voice so dominating. He took the paper and signed behind it and then gestured for me to sign.

"But I don't accept the rules, Keeping aside the fact that I need to call you master and what all, what the hell do you mean by always available for you . And punishments? Are you for real ?"

He looked at me straight in my eyes and said "You don't have a choice babe. The bet makes me the decider. Now sign."

"First elaborate on ..." He cut me of, " Sign or leave." He handed me the paper and waited.

I signed. At that point I don't know what made me sign. Maybe the pressure of getting done with the stupid bet or the weird thrill of doing something like that. All I knew was that I wanted to get through those 3 weeks just to be able to say I did it .

He took the paper from me. "Since you arrived so early today you have one punishment due. Write the sentence 'I will not be late again' hundred times."

''What?'' Hundred times ???

"Two Hundred."

"Why two hundred?" I looked at him, really unable to say anymore than those few words.

"Three Hundred."

I just kept quiet."Good. Since its the first time I'll explain the punishment. First Hundred for being late today . Second hundred for breaking the first rule. And the third hundred for disrupting me."

I starting laughing. "You're kidding right. I mean I knew this whole thing was a joke but I mean your seriously not gonna make me write an imposition."

"Four Hundred.And I want it tomorrow morning before First Bell.

I looked at him dumbfounded. He was actually making me to this. How ludicrous. He was actually going to make me write an imposition 400 times.

"Anything you wanna say ?" He asked me. I just nodded my head.

"How did you come here?" He asked me , his commanding voice was replaced by a concerned tone.

"Liya dropped me." I replied.

"Should I make it five hundred?"

"No .... Master." I replied. Ughhh how I hated calling him that.

"How are you going home ?"

"I will call my brother. He will pick me up ... Master."

"Don't . I can drop you home."

"It's fine really. I can call him. He won't be bothered.... Master." The word still wouldn't slip in.

"No I'll drop you. It's quite late."

"Okay." We walked to the door.

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