The King's Pet

#9

It has been a month since I moved in. Well, since I was sold and forced to move in. But you know. Same difference. 

Anyway, it hasn't been that bad. I was fed well. I had a great living space. To be honest, I had settled in quite well. The only repulsive thing about this place is my status. A pet. It is the most degrading title that can be bestowed upon anyone. I actually hate it. 

Right now, I was sitting on a chair next to Seth's desk as he worked. His office was very bright; I had noticed that Seth liked to keep his house bright with a lot of windows. The view was obviously beautiful; a clear view of the stretch of lush green trees and if you squinted, you could kind of make out the shape of the distant mountains. Needless to say, his office was extremely neat. Did this guy have OCD or something? He looked concentrated as he analyzed a stack of papers while running a hand through his dark brown hair. If you couldn't tell already, I was bored as fuck.

I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do all day, sit around and look pretty? Seriously? That is literally the epitome of unfairness. Not only are we supposed to be a servant to the leaches, but we were also supposed to willingly give our blood or body whenever the damn vampires wanted. Not that Seth had ever taken my blood before, but still. The point is, being a pet is the lowest rank of both humans and vampires. 

At this very moment in time, I was trying to annoy Seth, but it wasn't working. Did he just not get annoyed? Like, what kind of creature won't snap when I'm the one who's annoying them? I'm not going to lie when I say that I can be very irritating. 

I poked his head, trying to get his attention, "Seth, I'm bored."

"I know, pet, I heard you the other seventy-three times you told me as well," he sighed and delicately moved my wrist away from his face, "Why don't you go to your room and watch a movie?"

"I don't want to watch a movie, though," I protested as he got up and stretched.

"Well, you would really be doing me a favor if you did," he muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Now, will you please go to your room?"

Ah, so I was annoying him. Mission accomplished.

I'm kind of a rebellious person if you haven't noticed, so I just smirked, "No."

He gave me a long, irritated look before something lit up in his eyes. He rolled his shoulders and walked over to me, a mischevious smile plastered onto his annoyingly gorgeous face. 

"Don't say I didn't ask you nicely," he shook his head before he swung me into his muscular arms. 

I squealed in response, causing a playful grin to spread across his face. Then, without warning, he pushed off his feet and super sped to my room. 

Let's have a little recap here; I hated vampire speed the first time 'round, and I hate it even more the second time. I yelped as we were suddenly in my room. Seth walked over to my bed and gently placed me on it. After a few seconds of recovering, my massive temper started to kick in. 

I didn't even care if I started to swear at him, "You asshole! You said that you would never do that again! You son of a--"

Seth cut me off with a teasing smirk as he crossed his arms, "Careful, Chloe, I'm still your master, after all."

I gritted my teeth together and glared at him as I stood up, "I'm going to punch you in that perfect face of yours and wipe that stupid little smirk right off."

"Well, I'd like to see you try," he shrugged as his eyes danced with amusement.

You could practically see the steam coming out of my ears as subtly rolled my wrist at my side.  He thought I wouldn't punch him? He was so wrong. Had he not met me? I was practically the queen of 'letting my temper control my actions'. I drew my shoulder back and attempted to punch him, aiming straight for his smug face. 

A/N- 

She actually tried to punch him! God, she's so cool. Anyway, sorry this chapter was so short. I was kind of having temporary writer's block so I just put a bunch of stuff together and stuck it in this chapter. Anywho, NO HATE.

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