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Chapter 13: 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

I couldn't help how bad my hands were sweating. Here I was, sitting in Michael's home completely vulnerable to whatever he had planned for me. He said...

"I'm not and never will be a dominant, I'm not your owner."

Those were the only words keeping me from completely losing it and freaking out. At least I knew there'd be no locking me up or him wanting me to be a sex slave or something. It also helped to know he was young. Mid to late twenties I imagined. But yet clearly so successful. How? There were many things going through my mind.

"So I know this may all seem scary and unordinary. So I want to help ease those worries you may have. I'll tell you about myself if you'd like. If that'll help." He suggested giving me the floor for questions.

"Ok, what do you do for a living? Must be some kind of king pen or trust fun baby. I can tell you're really young."

"Haha a king pen you say." He said, hearing the smirk in his voice.

"Nah babygirl I'm no king pen and I'm damn sure not a trust fund baby. Everything you see here, came from hard work and dedication." He said sternly.

"I studied robotic engineering at MIT for a year and a half before I successfully created the prototype for a home efficient helping system for those in need or with physical incapabilities. I am now the owner, CEO and creator of the Helping Hand Home System."

I was quite familiar with it. We had a discussion in class about it. I also knew the creator was impressively young but we never saw his face. The system was designed to focus on helping quadriplegics and the elderly. It could prepare meals, unlock doors, close and open them, control the lights, insert liquid medications through injections. I mean it did a lot. It was voice activated and could do pretty much anything you needed it to. Even if you asked it to notify law enforcement or if you needed medical attention. It was one of the best inventions in years. In my opinion. It was an invention that was meant to change lives. This wasn't an invention for greed or power. It was efficient, and surprisingly affordable for many middle class families and even some low class. After knowing that, I felt like a complete jackass for judging him. I could only commend him for his work.

Nice Paisley, real nice. I thought to myself.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you if I have. I had no idea. Your work is amazing and extremely thoughtful. You've changed many lives with your work." I said trying to smooth over the comment I made earlier.

"Thank you. I really appreciate the acknowledgment and support." He said in a calmer tone this time.

I felt all was forgiven now. This made me even more comfortable. To know this mystery man had a heart after all.

"So wait, that means you're a bil-billionaire?" I said just now registering his net worth.

He chuckled. "Yes Paisley. The youngest in fact. I've recently earned that title after my company bought into the prosthetic market. My goal is to design more sufficient prosthetic limbs for war soldiers."

I was completely in awe.

"Wow, that's really remarkable Michael. Seriously you deserve this life. You deserve this house, you just deserve it." I said hanging my head realizing how my life turned out.

Wondering now did I deserve this. Did I deserve to be alone. I mean I left my mom in Georgia alone and God took her away.

"Yeah, I've done well for myself and I'm nothing but blessed." He agreed.

Pulling myself back together trying not to let my composure show how I felt.

"So you say you don't own me or you don't want my submission. What are your intentions with me?"