Contract War

Chapter 11

DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE PICTURES ARE MINE. THEY WERE SUPPLIED BY THE INTERNET

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My eyes slowly fluttered open to see light pouring in through the windows, I turned onto my stomach and saw a note on the pillow next to my head. I propped myself up on my elbows and slowly unfolded the paper.

I left for work early today. Thank you, for last night.

Derek

I got up and returned to my bedroom, there I brushed my teeth and then made my way downstairs. Cargo barked at me in greeting and I crouched down to scratch the back of his ears.

"Good morning golden boy," I cooed.

"I've already set your breakfast at the table, Miss Turquoise." Agnes informed me.

"Thank you Agnes."

I went into the lavish modern dining room and took a seat in front of the plate of tasty food.

"Derek's already gone to work. Johnny's gone back to school. I guess it's you and me, huh pal?" Cargo stared at me with a blank look -well, at least what I consider to be a dog's blank look. I felt someone standing behind me and I almost choked on the bacon I was chewing when I saw who it was.

"How did you get in here?"

"Through the door, ma'am," he replied in a serious tone.

Narrowing my eyes at him I huffed and turned back to the food in front of me. I rolled my eyes when I realised that he actually intended to remain standing.

"You can sit, you know. There are 19 other chairs at this table...besides, I don't bite."

He gave a light chuckle.

I nibbled on a grape and internally sighed, "Shaun,"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Sit down."

"As you wish, ma'am."

He quietly sat down in the chair next to me.

"Thank you. Now I won't feel like a lonely queen,"

"You are a queen," he said cautiously, "minus the 'lonely' part,"

I felt a smile tug at my lips and if my complexion were a few shades lighter my cheeks would have turned pink.

I cleared my throat and placed my elbows on the table, intertwining my hands in front of me. "So how did you get in here?"

"Well-"

"And if your response has the words 'door', 'window' and 'ventilation tunnel' I will drench you in that orange juice," I  pointed to the pitcher of orange juice that sat directly in front of him.

"Your butler let me in, ma'am."

"Oh."

He looked at me with a glint of fascination in his eyes.

"Well why are you here?"

"I've been instructed by your uncle to make sure you're ready to leave in thirty minutes,"

"Uncle George?"

"Yes,"

"But I haven't even showered and it's barely 9a.m."

"It's actually 11:30 ma'am."

"Fine." I said as I sent him a death glare which didn't even seem to faze him at all.